A Devil in Hingham | 7 | In Preparation

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It was with a low hung head that I quietly followed after Chastity into the house. She held my rope only loosely – she knew I wouldn’t run away. My head felt dazed, my body light. Each torture they subjected me to had my body suffering through waves of unnatural pleasure, that peaked and valleyed and utterly exhausted me. My heat had grown so that it was as if not only my cunt, but my thighs, my belly – all of me – was aflame with desire. Even having been subjected to such humiliation, I needed release.

I desperately needed release.

Caleb was still seated at the kitchen table, but his plate had been cleaned and he was sipping his wine, puffing idly at a pipe of sweet-smelling tobacco. He glanced up as Chastity led me in, a little smile spreading across his face.

“Do you now better understand the wages of sin, Miss Amity?” he said, turning to look at me, smoke pouring forth from him like a true devil. Chastity dropped my rope and left me to stand there, naked, as she cleared the table. I nodded, head still bowed.

“Answer me now. Use your words. Now that Chastity has thoroughly cleansed you, how do you feel?”

“Humiliated, sir,” I whispered.

“And is that all?”

“No, sir.”

“What else then?”

“I need release, sir,” my voice trembled. “Please. My desire is unnatural and overwhelming but so too is yours…and Chastity’s…please…I need…”

Caleb began to laugh, shaking his head. “Are you asking me to allow you to orgasm, Amity?”

My face flushed hotly. I could barely choke out the words. I knew I wouldn’t receive any kindness from them. “Yes…please…sir….”

He took several quick puffs on the pipe, and the smoke poured at as he spoke to me. “So. I whip you, strip you, abuse your little ass and force you to undergo an enema in the yard. Yet still you have desire? Is this correct?”

Sick, twisted, impossibly wrong but… “Yes, sir.”

Chastity came back into the room, and Caleb turned to her. “My dear, our charge has made a request.”

“Oh?” she said, coming to stand beside me, arms folded, giving me a long, hard look. I could not even meet her eyes. “And what request is that?”

“She has requested that she be allowed to orgasm.”

Although I didn’t look at her, I could practically feel Chastity’s eyes widen. I wanted to sink into a hole in the floor, but…every time I thought of the two of them standing over me, Chastity holding my legs and Caleb wielding the switch…it made me desire them more. These two who had so utterly defiled and ravaged me in every way except for the way I now so desperately wanted.

“What do you think, my dear?” Caleb said conversationally, tapping out his pipe. “Do you think Amity even deserves it?”

“Hmm,” Chastity circled me, pinching at my tender, reddened ass and making me yelp. “She’s only just atoned for her sins. To have such pleasure as what she is requesting, well…she’ll have to earn it.”

My stomach dropped and began twisting into knots. Earned?

“I agree, my love. She will indeed have to earn it. She must learn to serve our pleasure first. After all, you have cleaned her out nicely. Perhaps we should prepare her? A little whore like this will certainly make a nice toy to be fucked once stretched.”

“Oh certainly!” Chastity cooed, tucking back my hair and grasping my chin, forcing me to look up from the floor. “Wouldn’t want to break her, now would we? What do you say to that, Amity? You can have release. But first, you’re going to have your tight little ass stretched and, if you do well, I’ll allow you to be thoroughly ravaged by my husband.”

I gulped, both their eyes on me as they awaited an answer. I had taken my punishment. If I said no, perhaps they would let me leave. But what was I to do? Go home, use my own hands to pleasure myself, be left with desperate desire and forced to see Father Morley and Chastity every time I went into town, knowing I had passed the opportunity? They were cruel, brutal…forced me into parts of myself I had scarcely known ran so deep. But being fucked by Caleb Morley…

I couldn’t say no.

“I’ll take it,” I said softly. “Please. I’ll serve you, let you fuck me in whatever ways you like. Just please. I need…I need it.”

Now it was Chastity who laughed it me, while Caleb gave another quiet smile and slowly rose from the table, as if he had expected my acquiescence all along. “You truly are a perverted little whore,” she said, her grip on my face tightening. “On your knees, Amity, dear. If you want any pleasure you’d best start supplicating now.” I sunk down, my gaze fixed upon her as she stood over me. “Part of earning your pleasure is proving to me why you even deserve my husband’s cock. Such a thing is a privilege, Amity, do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said quickly, my voice trembling. Her voice had always been sweet and babying thus far; now there was a note of severity to it that frightened me.

“She’s right, Miss Amity,” Caleb said. “I’m afraid you’ll get nothing at all if Chastity is not impressed with you first.”

I began to whine, the very idea of being denied making me tremble. Chastity chuckled at my whimpering and released my face. She went into the sitting room, where beside the fire a nondescript wooden box sat against the wall. She picked it up, and with a proud smile the likes of which made my insides tremble, she said, “Come here, Amity. Crawl to me.”

I crawled on my hands and knees as quickly as I could to her feet. I sat there obediently, waiting to please. She said, “Tell my husband of your loyalty to the Devil. Tell him how steadfast you remained to not renounce Him.”

I looked back at Caleb, who tweaked an eyebrow questionably. Would I be punished? Would he be angry? Would he revoke the only hope of pleasure I had? I licked my lips, and said softly, “When Chastity told me to renounce my Devil, I refused, sir. I could not curse his name.” My words hung in the air, a guillotine hovering over my head. Caleb nodded slowly.

“I see,” he said. “Such loyalty you have indeed. A true servant.”

“It was impressive,” Chastity confirmed. “It reminded me of myself when we first married: a true loyalist to the Devil.”

I did not dare question it, but it felt as if my heart skipped a beat. Chastity Morley, loyal to the Devil? Surely I had misheard…or mistook her words…

“Indeed,” Caleb walked to her, and kissed her on the cheek. “It drew me to you immediately. I knew you would be faithful.”

I looked between them in confusion. Loyalty to the Devil…faithful…what…why would such a thing draw him to her? He looked down at me, and said, “You look so lost, Amity. I wondered if you would come to understand on your own, but it would seem my poor little whore needs guidance yet again. What manner of preacher walks through the woods in the middle of the night, hmm? What manner of preacher is not in bed with his wife at such hours, instead of gallivanting about the woods stumbling upon naughty little witch girls?”

I could only shake my head. I didn’t know, though I felt I was on the verge of discovering something and it frightened me. Of course I had not questioned why he would be in the woods so late; I was too worried over having been discovered!

Caleb went down to one knee and wrapped a hand around my throat. “I’ll tell you, Amity. I’ll tell you my little secret. Did I not already say that the best place to hide is in plain sight? You’ve served the Devil all these months, knowing he was near, and never paused to consider where he might hide?”

The tightness of his hand stifled my breathing. There was an intensity to his warmth that I had not noticed before. His eyes…had they always been so black? How was it that smoke was still wisping from his mouth even though he had abandoned his pipe?

The Devil…my Devil…always a dark figure hovering near. I had felt his eyes on me often, and never truly seen him…but…

“You,” I whispered, choking around his grasp. “You’re…you’re the Devil?”

He grinned, and it was a wicked and devilish grin indeed. Chastity’s face was beaming with pride. “Very good, Amity Fenn,” he said, his voice low and guttural. “Where better to hide as a Devil in Hingham, then as the man they love and fear most? Their own holy shepherd. But you, my sweet…” His grip tightened, while at the same time he tenderly caressed my cheek. “You are doubtlessly the most blessed lamb of all. A tender, willing sacrifice: again and again, without fail. You served so faithfully these past months – I had to test you, to see how far you would be willing to go.”

“You’ve done beautifully,” Chastity whispered, as she set down the box she was holding upon the little table beside the fireplace. She began to open the lid, but my attention was swiftly drawn back to Caleb – Father Morley – my Devil.

“And what a truly perverted little whore you’ve proven to be!” he said. “Enduring the worst depravities and humiliations, yet still refusing to denounce my name.” He shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Truly admirable, Amity. You rival Chastity in her loyalty, and my loyal servants are never abandoned. But now that you have proven yourself loyal, there is still yet another step you can take. You claim you desire release, that you desire the pleasure only I can give you. But hear this, girl: once you are fucked by the Devil, your soul is mine forever. There is no going back. You will have sold yourself to me.”

“I’ll do it,” I said quickly, without hesitation, even as my mind reeled. “Please. You can have me. All of me.” I had served faithfully and now…now he had finally chosen to reveal himself to me. I had earned that honor and my chest swelled with pride. All the pain, the embarrassment…it was worth it. My Devil had given me everything.

“So eager to fuck away your soul,” Chastity said, withdrawing something from the box. It was small, wooden, curved like a teardrop with a little handle. “But we already told you, Amity. It does not come easily. You still must prove to me that you’ve truly earned it. And that you can even endure it!”

Caleb released his grip on me, and stood side by side with Chastity as she presented the small, polished wood object to me. “I have several of these little plugs, Amity,” she said. “Each larger than the last. I’ll use them to stretch your tight little ass until I feel you’re ready for Caleb to enter you. It will not be easy. But that is how you will prove yourself one final time. Do you think you deserve his cock, Amity? Hmm? Will you allow yourself to be prepared properly for him?”

I stared at the plug she held with wide eyes. It was small…but still larger than the ginger she had shoved inside me. They would only get bigger, and more difficult to endure. But if I was to take Caleb inside me, I knew I would have to endure the stretching first. I desperately wanted to prove myself. I wanted them to be proud of me, to see how loyal I truly was. I wanted to belong to the Devil – in every possible way.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, please. Prepare me for him.”