Tamara was young, and lived on an isolated colony far on the outskirts of the Directorate. This place had been long ignored by the Regime, and thusly, it had fallen into a more or less primitive state.
Tamara was a bastard child, and her mother exiled from the society of the World, as it was called, for her sin. Tamara was raised by the Temple of Iliah, an extreme version of the more philosophical religion of the contemporary Dirandan culture. The elders felt that the only way the girl could free herself of the stain placed upon her by her sinful birth, was in service to the Temple, the rest of her natural life…
As she grew, it soon became clear to see that Tamara was a very beautiful girl and would become a very beautiful woman. The high priests and priestesses of the Temple watched her closely as her body filled out into that of a woman, and they didn't like it. She was inciting lustful thoughts in the young acolytes of the Temple, as well as in the older priests and priestesses…
Tamara continued her service to the priests and priestesses of the Temple as she had always done, unaware of her effect on them.
As she grew to womanhood, Tamara realized one thing. The Temple was not as chaste as it pretended to be to the community at large. Priests were known to take young women and men into their beds quite often, and the priestesses were no better. However, sex was not a thing discussed in the cloistered halls of the Temple. Servants and acolytes were restricted to their cells at night, and if they were caught roaming the halls, were disciplined… Nobody knew what 'disciplined'
meant and Tamara was not anxious to find out.
However, things became complicated one day, when she found herself alone in a corridor with one of the arrogant, younger priests. As she walked, she noticed him looking at her with frankly lustful eyes.
For the young man, it was difficult to not stare at the serving girl, clad as she was, in only a thin white shift that left her shoulders bare and draped enticingly from her firm breasts, shifting slightly as she walked. Her nipples stood out against the sheer material, and he felt his manhood stirring the longer he stared at them. Her long, silky, dark red hair tumbled down her back, almost touching her rounded bottom.
She stopped and looked at him. "What are you staring at?" she asked.
He also stopped. When she turned to face him, he could see the round outlines of her large breasts under the shift, the dark circles of her nipples clear against it.
He wanted to touch her, to feel those breasts under his hands, to push himself up against her, to thrust himself inside her … he knew she would be hot, and throbbing, and oh, so wet! The other women in the Temple he'd allowed to share his pleasures would pale in comparison to taking this fresh, young, serving girl…
He smiled. "I was admiring your body, Tamara. I hadn't noticed before how blessed you are."
Tamara frowned. "What do you mean, blessed?" she said coolly. "I'm cursed, to hear High Priest Wentar-"
"Oh believe me, Tamara, you're not. Not with those lovely, large, round tits of yours, and that tight, firm ass. I'm sure the rest of your body is equally as attractive." He stepped forward, and reached toward her, "Why don't you let me see it all?"
Tamara looked at him in shock. This man, this supposedly holy man, was proposing that she take her shift off and let him look upon her body. A body, as High Priest Wentar was fond of saying, was the result of her mother's 'sin'. He tugged at the catch to her shift, and it came free, the material puddling at her bare feet. Tamara looked at the gown on the floor, then at the priest. He was smiling, his brown eyes shining with lust. His chest was heaving, as though he'd run a race, and there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his robe. Tamara backed up. He followed, grabbed her, and crushed her to him. She felt the hardness that was his erection pressing up against her, and she panicked.
She pushed him away, grabbed her shift, and ran, fastening the clasp as she went.
"Damn," the young man said.
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Tamara's mother was a lovely woman named Selana. Her father had been, in fact, one of the High Priests of the Temple, and when Selana became pregnant from one of their unions, Selana threatened to tell who the baby's father was. She thought she'd made a deal with the Temple, but after Tamara was born, High Priest Wentar told Selana that if she didn't become his lover, he would have her exiled for having a bastard child. Selana refused, and she was exiled.
* * * *
Tamara was very annoyed by the encounter with the priest. She decided, when she did have sex for the first time, it wouldn't with someone as unsuitable as that young man. She had realized, early on, of course, that sex was a thing she did most want to experience, no matter what the Temple said about pleasure being a
'sin'. She also knew how much pleasure could be found by herself, touching her most sensitive places, imagining a man's body beside her. She'd seen the undraped male form, and knew how deceptive it could be … for she'd watched the young men give themselves pleasure, and longed to do the same for a handsome, sexy man, who would claim her as his own.
Her mother, she knew, had been wronged. She'd experienced life and pleasure through sexual expression and it had eventually gotten her exiled. Tamara was determined not to have the same thing happen to her.
But Tamara was terribly uninformed. Since sex was supposedly taboo, she'd never seen it, or even had a vague idea what actually happened when two people made love. She realized she simply had to experience sex firsthand, so to speak, and unfortunately the choices she had were not much to pick from.
However, the young priest, who was called Tryan, didn't give up. After that first look at her naked body, he was determined to have Tamara Sable. He watched her bathe in the secluded spring near the Temple, he followed her around, and brought her friends into his bed to get close to her.
He finally came up with a plan. He would sneak into her cell at night, when she was asleep, lock the door, and fuck her as many times as he was able.
Meanwhile, the Directorate, after a violent change of government, was sending out ships to the periphery worlds to reclaim them, and find out their status.
Finally, after a great Moon Ritual, the people of the Temple were exhausted, and had retired to their respective quarters. Tryan chose this night as the night he would take Tamara.
Tamara, however, wasn't sleepy. She finally got up, and, braving the mysterious
'discipline' restriction, began to wander around the Temple. It looked so different at night. Even the sounds were different. Like the soft moaning coming from somewhere around the sanctuary. She listened closer. What kind of animal made those staccato, gasping moans? It almost sounded like a person. Curious, Tamara walked through the courtyard adjacent to the sanctuary, but there were no animals there at this time of night, not even the normal cats. No, the sounds were coming from inside the building. And now, she could hear other noises… a grunting sound, and a lower pitched moan. She walked quietly to the door. There were people in there… But what were they doing?
As she crept in among the shadows of the soaring chamber, the moans, gasps and grunts became louder and louder. The acoustics of the room amplified the noises and as Tamara approached the altar, she saw the two figures she'd seen from the doorway clearly. She stifled a gasp.
The High Priest, Wentar, leaned over the naked body of the High Priestess, Alyani, sucking on her breasts, while she moaned and writhed beneath him. His robe was askew, and Tamara could see the size of his erection, as Alyani's hand rubbed it vigorously. Tamara licked her warm, dry lips, as she watched them.
By day, these two were the biggest prudes in the Temple! But watching them enjoy tasting and caressing each other's bodies, stirred a hot fire within Tamara's untouched body. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes wide.