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  Sin Eater

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  Sin Eater Copyright © 2009 Evangeline Anderson

  Edited by Shannon Combs

  Cover art by Syneca

  Electronic book Publication June 2009

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  Sin Eater

  Evangeline Anderson

  Chapter One

  Andrylena LaLain, called Lena by all who knew her, entered the training room dressed for the first time in her transparent white testing garment. She was used to the shapeless gray robes of a novice that covered everything from neck to ankles. To look down and see the outline of her breasts and the cleft of her pussy in plain sight made her feel horribly vulnerable.

  The garment had full sleeves but the rest was little more than a body suit that covered Lena from neck to crotch. The material was both transparent and elastic, the better to facilitate her testing. As a rare and valued Sin Eater, Lena was dedicated to the service of the god-king, Karn the Insatiable, and it was important that her body be kept pure until she met him face-to-face for the first time. The testing garment would allow her instructor to handle and touch her body without being tempted to take her as he might be if she were completely naked. That pleasure—the pleasure of coming deep in her pussy—must be reserved for Karn and Karn alone.

  As she stepped through the heavy brass door of the training room she wondered what her teacher would be like. Would he beat her or hurt her? Would he hold her down and penetrate her or make her suck him? She’d heard frightening stories from the other novices who lived in the temple—not that any of them would know since Lena was the only Sin Eater in residence. Indeed, there could be only one Sin Eater in existence at a time—the rules of the universe decreed it. Only one was born in each generation. Lena suspected that the other novices were just jealous of her status but that didn’t stop her from shivering when she thought of the horrible stories they told about her new teacher after lights out.

  She looked around the room, which was still empty. Well, empty except for the broad padded table upholstered in rich scarlet leather and the two racks of instruments positioned in the center of the rich, hardwood floor.

  Lena walked forward, as though drawn by an invisible hand. The floors gleamed in the warm overhead light and the walls were deep crimson like the leather padding on the strange table. There were straps hanging down from the table on either side as well as padded handles at both ends—but why? For something to hang on to? And as for the two polished dark wood racks and their contents, well, she didn’t even want to think about what they were for.

  The rack on her right appeared to be filled with punishment devices. There were paddles, whips and canes of every description. Gods, was she going to be beaten as part of her training? Lena felt herself break out in a cold sweat.

  The rack on the left was even more ominous. It held carved wooden phalluses of all sizes and lengths. One was so small it was barely longer than her palm and no larger than Lena’s two fingers put together. But there were some that were thicker than her wrist and as long as her forearm. Lena reached out to touch the largest one, tracing the bulbous wooden head. She swallowed hard—it was almost as big as her fist. Surely that isn’t meant to go inside me, she thought nervously. There’s no way it could possibly fit. Could it?

  “Choose one.” The deep voice behind her startled Lena so badly she knocked the large wooden phallus off the rack. Fumblingly, she caught it in both hands and turned to face the person standing behind her.

  He was tall and dark and wearing a scowl on his chiseled features that turned Lena’s bones to water. She hadn’t seen a man since the age of three when she was taken from her birth family to live in the temple, but she knew at once that this person was male. It was in the deepness of his voice, the breath of his muscular shoulders straining against his black robes, even in his very scent, which was warm and spicy and somehow masculine. And of course, it was in the huge bulge she could see beneath his robe.

  But more than any of those things, the emotions she felt coming from him told Lena what he was. A wave of hot lust rolled over her and she was suddenly very aware of how naked she was before him, of how thin and transparent the training garment she wore appeared. Her plump nipples were erect with fear and she could feel the cleft of her pussy beginning to juice, growing slippery and hot in response to the stranger’s need. The emotions of the other novices and priestesses at the temple had never affected her as this man’s did and her body’s instant response to him made Lena even more nervous and frightened.

  “Choose one,” the man said again, taking another step forward so that he towered over Lena.

  “I-I…” She clutched the massive carved phallus tightly in both hands, feeling her palms sweat against the wood. Oh Gods, what was he going to do with her?

  “Is that the one you want, truly?” One black eyebrow arched almost to his short, dark hair and his stern gray eyes narrowed. “You will learn to take it into your tight little cunt, I assure you, but it’s a bit much for your first time.”

  In a flash, Lena realized why he was asking her to choose one of the carved wooden cocks. Turning back to the rack she fumbled the huge thing back into place on the rack and hurried to reach for the smallest one, the one barely the length of her palm.

  The man made a disapproving noise behind her just before her hand touched the tiny device. “So it’s to be the smallest one, is it, Lena? A pity. A Sin Eater without the courage to bear pain and pleasure will be of little use to the god-king.”

  Lena felt a hot blush of shame creep into her cheeks at his mocking words. Turning, she kicked up her chin and met his eyes, trying not to show her fear. “How do you know my name?”

  “I know everything about you, Lena,” the big man rumbled, reaching down to stroke her cheek with one large hand. At his touch, the fire inside her spiked and she felt a deep need building between her thighs. Her pussy lips began to feel swollen and wet and her clit throbbed.

  Lena gasped and pulled away abruptly, frightened by the suddenly heightened sensations. “Wh-who are you?” she asked in a voice that fought not to tremble.

  The man frowned. “You can call me Teacher,” he said, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, causing the fabric of his black robe to stretch almost to the ripping point. “For that is what I am and shall be for the next year of your life. I will teach you all that you need to know in order to be worthy of the title Sin Eater, when Karn the Insatiable ascends the throne and has need of you.

  “Under my care you will learn to pleasure a man by