A Devil in Hingham | 4 | Chastity

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It seemed I waited an eternity, kneeling before the fire as my knees began to ache, for Caleb to return. I wondered if the townsfolk had any idea what was occurring within their blessed preacher’s house, I wondered if I even yet understood the extent of Father Morley’s perversion. I may well have underestimated him…but I shuddered to think such a thing.

I was alone there in that room. I could run, I could make my escape. Morbid, masochistic curiosity urged me to stay. Already, Father Morley had managed to tap into my darker desires: the rough way he handled me, the cruel, condescending voice he used as he scolded me. It made me quiver with desire.

I was fairly certain now that Caleb did not mean to harm me – only to take his pleasure with me, seemingly in all the ways I so loved. The prospect of being introduced to his wife, beautiful Chastity…I could not resist.

I pulled up the skirts of my dress, and moved my hand quietly between my legs as I awaited his return. I slipped my fingers over my clit, soothing the tension that was building there. I tried to stay silent, but I could not help releasing a little gasp. Caleb’s brutal treatment had left me so hotly bothered that even the lightest touch of my fingers was pleasurable. All my senses were carefully attuned to listen for his return – at first. But the longer my fingers lingered, and the more my pleasure grew, the less attention I had for my surroundings. Still blindfolded and gagged, now dripping over my fingers, I reveled in the awareness of my own filth. I slipped my fingers inside, the moan that escaped my open mouth louder than I had meant it to be –

“Oh-ho, what’s this then?”

The voice was feminine, vaguely familiar, amused. I froze, slowly withdrawing my fingers. I had not heard them come back. I had not even heard the creaking on the stairs. Could they have truly moved so silently? I clasped my hands on my lap and gulped, hearing two sets of feet circle me. I could smell something new: a feminine perfume. Rosemary and lemongrass.

“I fear you’re right, Caleb,” the feminine voice said, now behind me. “She is indeed a truly perverted woman. She began to touch herself the moment you stepped away! What a sickness that her first thought was for pleasure, not even to attempt to ease the discomfort of her gag.”

“It is a sickness indeed, my dear,” Caleb answered. “But the fever must peak before it can pass.”

I could sense someone close in front of me. Gentle hands brushed against the sides of my head, and my blindfold loosened. As it drooped away, and I blinked my eyes back into focus, I beheld Chastity Morley kneeling before me. Her bright green eyes shone with a mischievous gleam that I could well remember from when we were children. She had always been the wild one, frequently in trouble, soiling her dress playing in the woods with the boys. Her gingery red hair was long and thick, a lion’s mane framing her face. She was dressed in a fine white blouse tucked into black men’s trousers – most unusual and uncouth garb for a woman to be wearing pants. But despite her strange clothing, I was still facing a beautiful woman…still gagged and covered in my own saliva…I felt immediately ashamed. The heat rose to my face. I squeezed my legs tightly together, hoping to hide the wetness there. But I could not hide my restrained tongue and gaping mouth. I wondered if she knew I’d had her husband’s member down my throat…

She took my chin in her hands, turning my face this way and that, examining me. “Do you know who I am, Amity Fenn?” she asked softly. I nodded, and her small smile widened. “Good, very good. I hope you also know that my husband and I are going to help you. There’s no need to fear. We’re here to guide you through your perversion to the righteousness beyond. Here, let’s get you a bit more comfortable.”

She unclamped the metal pincers holding my tongue, which ached and throbbed as blood rushed back into it. She then unfastened my gag. Slowly, carefully, she eased it from my mouth and away from my aching jaw. I hung my head the moment I was freed, trying to work the feeling back into my face. There were large wet spots and drips on my dress from where I had drooled over it. I reached my hands up and wiped at my face, trying to restore myself to some semblance of decorum.

“Oh, there is no need for that,” Chastity said quickly, catching my hands. “You must be humbled, Amity. You must face the truth of yourself head-on. And the truth is that you are a filthy, desperate little whore, drooling all over yourself for just a taste of my husband’s cock.” She rose, and still gripping my wrists, urged me to stand with her. My legs ached as they unfolded. I felt dizzied, uncertain. Caleb stood back, surveying, but it seemed I was in his wife’s hands now.

“Now, you’ve soiled your clothes,” Chastity said, shaking her head as she looked me up and down. “Let’s get you out of that dress: you’ll have no need for it now anyway.”

With deft hands she unbuttoned my clothes. What good would it do to protest? Instead I stood still as she peeled my clothing from me, and Caleb watched with quiet approval. “What are going to do to me?” I said at last, still holding some viciousness in my voice. I clasped my arms about my chest as she pulled down the top of my dress, baring my breasts, and she tsked at the motion.

“None of that now,” she said, pulling my arms back down to their place at my sides. “I’ll restrain you soon enough, Amity, so you need not struggle with such urges to cover yourself much longer. As I said: we are going to guide you through your perversion. You must be brought to realize just how deep and extreme your devotion to the Devil’s pleasure goes. Step out.” I stepped, and she tugged the dress away from my ankles and tossed it aside. I stood there utterly naked, my hands gripped into fists as I struggled to resist the urge to cover myself from their gazes. Chastity sighed appreciatively as she looked at me.

“Much better,” she said sweetly. “Caleb, dear: the rope please?” Caleb stepped forward, offering a length of slim pale rope I had not previously noticed him holding. Chastity began measuring out lengths of it in her hands, and said, “Now Amity: turn around put your wrists together.”

The fear of being restrained took hold of me. My eyes flickered between them, and beyond, toward the door. I could slip away…I was fast enough…I could escape…

I dashed, shoving Chastity aside. But I was not as fast as I hoped. Caleb caught hold of me with ease. I began to kick and shriek, thrashing in his grasp. But his strength kept my arms pinned. No matter how much I wriggled, his hold was unbreakable. The more I strained, all my muscles tensed, the more I exhausted myself. I had to cease at last, panting and snarling, swearing at them viciously.

Chastity was straightening her dress, her lips pressed tightly in disapproval.

“That was very naughty, Amity,” she said. “We still have quite a ways to go, don’t we?”

Caleb turned me, holding me tight against him and forcing my wrists together. I felt a length of rope slip over my wrists, squeezing them together like cuffs. Then it continued to wind, as Chastity expertly braided and knotted the rope up my arms so that my shoulders were pulled back and my limbs drawn as closely together as they could be without injury.

“See, all bundled up nice and tight,” Chastity remarked brightly. “It will be so much easier for you this way. No more struggling not to cover your body or touch yourself. You can truly be humbled.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished as well,” Caleb said gravely. “Becoming violent with my wife and trying to run will not be tolerated, Miss Fenn.”

“Let me go!” I cried. Any further struggling was useless. It was utterly impossible to get myself out of the ties they now had me in. “You have no right to do this to me! This is enslavement!”

“Oh, now, now, dear, don’t be ridiculous,” Chastity giggled. I was turned round again, to face her, my back to her husband. She smiled kindly. “We have every right to do this. In fact, it is our God-given duty. How else shall you be guided to righteousness than by the rod?” She squeezed my face like an affectionate mother, but I hardly felt comforted. “I’ll hold her, Caleb dear. Lay her down.”

I was forced to the ground, and onto my back. With my arms so restrained I could do little more than squirm. But then Chastity took hold of my ankles. She stood with her feet on either side of my torso and held my legs up, exposing my bottom and most intimate places. With widening eyes, I watched as Caleb selected a rod from among those on their hooks upon the wall.

“I’m afraid only the thickest will do, Amity,” he said, though he hardly sounded disappointed as he whipped the cane through the air. The whistle of it alone made me wince.

“The thickest is always needed first,” Chastity said knowingly. “It’s only for the best.”

“D-don’t,” I said quickly, the sight of the rod alone making me cringe and my tender skin tingle. “I’ll behave…I won’t run again…”

“Oh you don’t have a choice in that matter,” said Chastity. “No need to beg, dear Amity. I’ll be here to help you take your punishment like a good girl. Struggle all you want. Don’t worry: I won’t be letting go.”

Caleb moved into position, with plenty of room to swing. He looked down at me, that now-familiar, devilish smile on his face. “This is for your own good, Miss Fenn.”

The first stroke landed squarely on the tender flesh of my upper thighs. I flinched and squirmed, yelping from behind closed lips. The stripe of fire it left behind was stark. Caleb left only a moment between his lashes – enough for the fire to smolder before stoking it again. The second lash made me yelp even louder, but the thread made me shriek. I began to struggle, wriggling on the ground and attempting to pull my legs from Chastity’s grasp. She laughed, and tightened her grip.

“Aw, now Amity, don’t make me pull your legs back further,” she said. “The tighter your skin gets, the more it will hurt.”

But the fourth stroke ensured I couldn’t stop struggling. The lines of fire that lingered on my skin were already unbearable. Chastity was merciless in keeping to her word. She moved my legs back further, folding me, so that the skin on my buttocks was taut and I could not longer tense my muscles there. She pulled them so far back that she knelt on my chest, her perfect round backside keeping me pinned, her grip on my legs immovable.

“You see what happens, Amity?” she said, as her husband resumed the lashes with a vengeance and she had to talk over my shrieking. “This is what happens when you cannot humble yourself and accept that God knows best. This is what happens when you resist His guidance: we must strengthen our methods until you cannot ignore it. It’s quite alright to cry, Amity, there’s little else you can do after all, is there?”

I had begun to weep, both with fury and with resignation. She was right: I had no choice but to submit to it. Although I could not help my wriggling and jerking in response to every lash, it was no longer an attempt to escape. They intended to drive me deeper into my perverse desires…I could not deny wanting it but neither could I control my body’s frantic aversion to the heightening pain. My thighs and bottom were burning, stinging and tingling as if they had truly been set aflame.

“Three more, Amity,” Caleb announced. “They shall be the hardest, so you remember not to do something so naughty again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I wept, my voice trembling, words gasping, barely able to catch my breath after only being capable of shrieking for the past minutes.

“Say “yes sir,” Amity,” Chastity said. “Show proper respect when you address Caleb. Just as you shall say “yes ma’am” when you answer to me. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I stuttered. I sucked in all the air I could before the final three lashes I had been promised began to fall. “Yes, sir.”

“Much better, very good!” Chastity’s praise, as much as I hated it, also made something warm in my belly, a little glow of happiness that I had pleased her. I wanted to keep hearing such praise – despite my pride bristling beneath it, I wanted more. “Are you ready for your last three lashes, love?”

“Yes, ma’am,” my voice was a squeak, pitiful and frightened. Where had the prideful woman gone who had held in her head high worship to the Devil? She was still there, I knew, but she had changed. The prideful, devoted worship to my Devil had been corrupted in submission to Caleb Morley…and now Chastity, too.

The lash fell, somehow sharper and more vicious than the others. The type of lash meant to shock and drive a message home. I shrieked, then shrieked again just in anticipation of the next, so when it fell my cry was cut off in shock. The third lash came swiftly, and I was left weeping and whimpering and flooded with relief, knowing the punishment was over.

“Ahh, very good, Amity!” Again came Chastity’s praise, a ray of light among the pain. “You took your punishment so well! Now you’ve learned better haven’t you? No more running? No more shoving and naughtiness?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said quickly, sniffling and wishing I could wipe the tears from my face. “No more naughtiness.”

She released my legs, and I yelped again as my backside made contact with the wooden floor. I lay there sniffling away the last of my tears, as the two of them came together and looked down at me.

“I think she’s ready for her lessons to begin,” Caleb said, putting his arm around Chastity and affectionately kissing her cheek.

“I believe you’re right, dear,” she said. “Let’s get her on her knees then.”