THE STAIN (PERIOD) (M/F)

It was 5PM on a lazy Friday afternoon and the great Hall of Justice was
all but deserted.

Rachel scanned the enormous Rotunda and verified that she was alone
before moving in for a closer look.

The large vaulting horse was situated in the middle of the Rotunda atop
of the seal of justice inlaid in the marble floor.

The horse and the leather straps that held the victim were sturdy, but
Rachel did not notice the workmanship.

Rachel examined the stain.

The legend said that a Voodoo priestess had rubbed a special
aphrodisiac on the end of the horse.  The potent potion would drive any
woman unlucky enough to straddle the horse into an uncontrollable
sexual frenzy.

For nearly 200 years strumpets had been rubbing their juices into the
horse, and their combined exertions had left the leather on the end of
the horse with a dark and mysterious stain.

Rachel had seen dozens of slave women and female criminals whipped over
the bench.  Each of the shameless whores had humped the leather like
bitches in heat.

The conventional wisdom was that the slaves and prostitutes "juiced"
themselves during their whippings because of their wanton and
lascivious natures.  No decent woman would perform that way in public.

Elizabeth Richards changed the conventional wisdom.

Elizabeth's father had made his fortune from his sugar plantation, but
that did nothing to lessen Elizabeth's opposition to slavery.  When the
beautiful aristocrat blatantly delivered her "Proclamation of Freedom"
to the colonial Governor the courts took action.

For the first time ever a woman of quality was sentenced to "ride the
horse!"

Elizabeth was initially allowed to keep her drawers on.  But as the
evil potion soaked through the dainty fabric Elizabeth began to squirm,
and twist, and moan.

Even after her shamefully wet drawers were removed Elizabeth continued
to rub her blatantly exposed femininity against the dark leather.

The whip meant nothing to Elizabeth; it only seemed to spur her on.

Elizabeth had bucked, and squirmed, and twisted.  She had shown every
man in the Rotunda her sopping wet sex and her rear blow hole.  Rachel
watched in amazement as the demure and modest Elizabeth Richards
orgasmed repeatedly in front of all her friends.

Rachel felt a disturbing tingle as she ran her hand over the darkly
stained leather.

The whipping had been bad enough.  But now Elizabeth's most intimate
juices had been mixed in with every other disgusting trollop who had
even ridden the horse!

The dark stain of Elizabeth's shame would be displayed in the Rotunda
forever.

Rachel walked across the Rotunda and slipped a letter under the
Governor's door.  Rachel was apolitical, but her letter demanded
freedom for every slave in the colony.

Rachel knew the scandalous document would stain her family's honor. 
But that wasn't the stain Rachel was thinking about.