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Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.8: Winter In The Occupied City (Part 5: The Return -Section 3)
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The Priestesses visit some of the returned male Pirionite prisoners, their own people, and engage in sexual communion as acts of mercy, comradeship and worship. This is Section 3 of this piece (of 3 Sections).
Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.8: Winter In The Occupied City (Part 5: The Return -Section 2)
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The Priestesses visit some of the returned male Pirionite prisoners, their own people, and engage them in sexual communion as acts of mercy, comradeship and worship. This is Section 2 of this piece (of 3 Sections).
Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.8: Winter In The Occupied City (Part 5: The Return -Section 1)
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The Priestesses visit some of the returned male Pirionite prisoners, their own people, and engage in sexual communion as acts of mercy, comradeship and worship. This is Section 1 of this piece (of 3 sections).
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Life and Times of a Priestess: Ch.8 : Winter In The Occupied City (Part 4: Return Of The Men Of Dalos)
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The male prisoners will be allowed to return to live in their city and the camps closed down, as a new market system is introduced by the occupiers. They have suffered sexual as well as physical and mental deprivation.