Chapter 5: What Penance Means

She opened the door for the pizza delivery. She lifted the latch to open the front door and immediately dropped her eyes into her purse in search of her wallet.

“Good evening sister.” The American Indian accented english. A chill flowed through her. She looked up to see a thirty-ish something, Indian man. The black hair and dark eyes within a dark red face. He was smiling.

Mary Jane pulled herself together and extracted her wallet from her purse. Then set the purse on the foyer’s small table. She came up to height as she turned to reach for the pizza. The smile left the man’s face.

“I am Brain Stonechild of the Iaxan Nation and I understand you want to become a member of our family.” He surprised her. Mary Jane replied that she did and was looking forward to becoming a full member of the tribe.

“Not likely if you can’t take simple direction.” He was shaking his head. Not happy at all. His words did not make sense. Of course, she could receive and act on simple instructions. “Whatever could you mean?”

He shoved the pizza box in his hands toward her chest. “You have a bra on. I heard you were told not to wear one anymore by Big Bob and his brother Billy.”

Mary Jane recalled the other night and did remember Lefty, she thought, Big Bob? He had said something about bras. She didn’t realize that she was supposed to act on his suggestion. She said as much to the pizza delivery man. He just shook his head. “Nope, you ain’t never going to make it if you don’t accept guidance from our people.”

He pushed the pizza box towards her once again, “Here, take it and just pay me. I’ll let them know you don’t listen and this whole charade will be over. You owe me fifteen-eighty for the pizza and five bucks for the delivery.”

Mary Jane was thinking fast. She couldn’t let him report her mistake, it was a mistake. She didn’t know she couldn’t wear bras anymore. She had to act.

“Please, Mr...” searching for his name. “Stonechild” he offered her. “Please Mr. Stonechild, you don’t have to say anything. I’ll take the bra off right now.” and she started to undo her under-her-top bra removal trick. He said, “No way. You might as well stop what you’re doing. That’s not going to stop me from calling the chief.”

Mary Jane stopped her efforts saying, “What then? What can I do to show you that I mean right, I just didn’t understand.” she was close to whining and stopped herself. The situation was becoming too much.

“Take your top off. Then your bra. Maybe then you will remember in the future.” Mary Jane’s mouth dropped open. She couldn’t believe what he had said. He was crazy. “Hurry up sister I have to get back to the shop. Pay me.” His hand out.

She had taken the pizza out of his hands and set it on the small tabletop. Balanced it on the top. Precariously. She opened her wallet and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. He snatched it from her saying, “That will do,” turning away.

Mary panicked and almost shouted stop as he had started to walk away and she wasn’t ready for him to leave. He stopped and turned his head towards, “I’ll do it,” Mary Jane snapped.

Stonechild laughed over his shoulder. “Not enough now sister. If you want my silence, strip. Everything off, now or I leave. Another word and I leave. Strip.”

‘I have no choice,’ Mary Jane recognized and slowly raised her top over her head and off. Stonechild turned for the full show. Still holding her top in one hand she undid the button on the side of the waist of her knee-length skirt and they dropped to the floor.

She was now standing in front of him in a yellow bra and matching panty. It was one of the modern thick padded bras. He waited for her to continue. She didn’t, tears were clear in her eyes. The cat had his tongue. He simply motioned with his hand for her to continue.

She reached up behind her back to unclasp her bra. The bra came free and she raised her forearms to capture the bra against her bosom. It took another ten seconds when she lowered her forearms and her pretty yellow bra slid down into her hands.

Her breasts were perfect examples of Asian tits. Firm, uplifted, swollen extended nipples, dark pink areola. Stonechild thought them gorgeous and then indicated she remove her panty.

She didn’t want to. His look clouded. She slid her g-string down her legs and stood naked before the stranger. He was smiling. He indicated she should approach him with a crook of his index finger.

Mary Jane didn’t want to but her body stepped towards him. He slowly extended his hand towards her breast. She wanted to run but didn’t. His hand cupped a breast. He began to massage the nipple. She drew in her breath. He reached down to pet her pussy. She started to pull back and he commanded “Stay!”

Mary Jane froze where she was. Stonechild stepped forward and to the side as he reached down between her legs and began to warm up her vagina. Her eyes closed and she shuddered. Her fluids flooded his finger as he penetrated her. Mary Jane was there but she wasn’t there. She had frozen in place. Her mind was not processing what was happening.

Stonechild worked hard and fast to bring her right up to the edge of orgasm. He was intently watching her face and breathing awaiting her to reveal how close she was to cumming. The double-breath quirk suggested she was close. He had been given the heads up. Stonechild stopped. He stepped back. Her eyes were closed, and her face and body were flushed. She almost fell towards him when he stopped. She had to open her eyes for balance. She was drawing in quick, short breaths of air.

“Remember no bras anywhere, any time, without the Nation’s permission.” Then he was gone.

When she opened her eyes and found that she was alone in her foyer, naked, with her juices trickling down her inner thigh. She jumped forward, slammed the door, grabbed the pizza and went to her living room. She dropped the pizza on the coffee table then fell into her big comfy soft cushioned couch and cried. What is happening here?