A Devil in Hingham | 8 | Devil

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I positioned myself before the fire: on my hands and knees, legs spread, thighs wet with the primitive enthusiasm of my swollen cunt. After all my fighting and struggling against them, this I did with utter willingness and submission. My Devil had chosen me to reveal himself to, had chosen me to be considered for the honor of taking his pleasure. I lowered my face to the floor, and Caleb came around to stand before me, his boots inches from me.

“As Chastity prepares you, worship at my feet,” he said, and pressed the toe of one boot firmly against my forehead. “Show me how desperately you want this. Worship as you’ve always done so well.”

“Yes, sir,” I gasped, laying my face eagerly against the worn leather. Chastity took her box of plugs and knelt behind me, her hands smoothing slowly over my punished skin, reigniting the fires there.

“You’ll need a bit more oil, dear,” she said, and goosebumps prickled over me as I felt a trickle of oil pouring over my backside. It dripped down my cheeks and slid between them over my holes. I couldn’t keep myself from moaning as her fingers teased over me, swirling around my puckered entrance. “Just one little finger first…” She pushed inside, and I stifled my moan by pressing my lips to Caleb’s boot in an eager kiss. The dust of his shoes powdered my lips as I kissed them with every thrust of Chastity’s finger inside me. “What a good girl, very good! I think the smallest plug will slide in nicely now.” Her finger withdrew, and smooth rounded wood took its place. It began to press into me slowly, and I could tell within moments that it was bigger than her finger, and bigger than the ginger she had earlier punished me with. I groaned as it slowly widened me, gripping onto Caleb’s ankle as it finally entered me fully.

“How does that feel, hmm?” Chastity said sweetly.

“Tight,” I whimpered, and she giggled.

“Oh, my dear, this is hardly tight yet! After all, soon enough you may be taking my husband’s entire cock in there! Let’s give you a little fucking with this.” She began to slowly pump the plug in and out. My moans intensified, my cunt beginning to drip again.

“Show your appreciation, Amity,” Caleb ordered. I kissed across the toe of his boot, licking tenderly. The taste of leather and dirt mingled in my mouth. 

“Does that feel good, Amity?” Chastity said, increasing her pace. “Do you like your tight little asshole being fucked? It certainly seems you do. Lets try a larger one then.”

The plug withdrew and I gasped, but I did not neglect my duties to worship. I licked all the way to the sole of Caleb’s shoe. I was honored to even be allowed such a privilege as licking his boots. I could scarcely imagine being allowed to have more of him.

“Here’s the next one, Amity,” Chastity announced, and again I felt the press of smooth wood. “A little bit of a tighter squeeze…” Indeed it was. I began to whimper, my tongue lolling at Caleb’s feet as my tiny hole was stretched. It felt like three fingers entering me at once, and when it was fully inside I still could not stop whimpering from the fullness.

“You look like such a lovely little whore for me,” Caleb said, as Chastity began to thrust the plug in and out. “On your knees, spread out and dripping, actually moaning from having that naughty little hole of yours filled. Keep your tongue on my boot, little whore. Right where it belongs. Show me how faithful you are.”

I used my mouth upon his shoe as I longed to do upon his member, even as I suffered through Chastity’s merciless administrations with that painfully tight plug. But I could feel myself slowly stretching a little more each time to accommodate it, my tight hole loosening as it began to willingly accept the intrusion of the plug.

“Ooh, what a hungry little ass you have,” Chastity said. “It wants a bigger size already. Time for another stretch, Amity dear.”

I was groaning pathetically before she even began to put it inside me. Just from its touch, I could tell the next plug swelled to a significant size. I kept my mouth on Caleb’s boots, moving from one to the other now, eagerly licking the second one clean. But the stretch was more than I anticipated. As Chastity pushed the plug inside me it began to feel unbearable. I began to whimper, then whine, then from the shear stress of the intrusion I neglected my worship and pressed my head hard against the floor, gritting my teeth. Caleb’s boot now set upon my head, pressing me down like I was no more than dirt myself.

“Hold still, little whore,” he growled, and Chastity laughed at my whimpering and continued to stretch me. “You’re going to take all of that plug inside you and you’re going to thank Chastity for it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” I sobbed. “Thank you, ma’am! Thank you for stretching me!”

“Almost all the way in, Amity dear,” Chastity said gleefully. “Aww, your hole is stretched so tight! After you’ve been unplugged you’re going to have a beautiful gape for Caleb to fuck! Let’s get a little practice in, shall we? There, you’re all plugged up now. So tight isn’t it? Let’s give you a good fucking with this!”

I whined pathetically as she plunged that torturous plug in and out of me. I kept thinking the stretch would get easier, but every time I felt swollen to bursting. Still Caleb kept one boot on my head, pressing me down so I had little choice but to take the brutal preparation.

“Oh, you’re absolutely dripping, Amity!” Chastity scolded. “All over my clean floors, you dirty little whore! You really love this so much? Having your ass stretched so tight and fucked? You’re a dirty, perverted girl indeed!”

“Yes, ma’am, I am!” I cried. My cunt was desperate for stimulation; I felt like a dog in heat, ready to rut against anything I could. Instead I was left to whine helplessly, praying silently to my Devil that he would have mercy and give me the release I so needed.

“I can hear your prayers, little whore,” Caleb chuckled. “You’re doing very well. Keep it up and I may very well give you your pleasure.”

I could have sobbed just at the prospect of relief. The ministrations of the plug slowed, then was pulled out of me altogether. I could feel my poor hole still gaping for a moment when left unfilled, still so eager to be stuffed.

“There you go, Amity, what a lovely hole you have now!” Chastity plunged the plug back into me again, making me yelp as she twisted it inside me. “Still so tight, yet you’re opening nicely! What do you think Caleb, my love? She’s taken her preparations so well! I think she may deserve to be rewarded!”

Caleb removed his boot from my head, circling my prone form as he examined me. “I think you’re right, love. She’s endured so much, I think it may be time to reward her.”

“Thank you, sir!” I gasped, overcome. “Thank you, thank you, I swear to you-”

“Hold your oaths,” Caleb chuckled. “You’ll still need them for the fucking you’re about to receive. On your knees.”

Chastity stepped back as I slowly rose up, to kneel there at Caleb’s feet. As he looked down at me, I could still see the handsome preacher who rained fire and brimstone from the pulpit. But now I could also see the Devil within: the way his eyes glowed with ravenous heat, the wickedness in his smile, the soft smell of him that I now recognized as the same subtle scent of ash and damp earth that I had caught every time I worshiped. The bulge in his trousers was at eye height for me now, and my mouth began to water.

“Please, sir,” I whispered. “May I worship?”

He unbuckled his belt, and popped the buttons upon his trousers. My heart was pounding. Behind him, I could see Chastity smiling with adoration. He released his member – thick, circumcised, a monstrous and terrifying thing. My eyes widened just to take in the sight of it.

“You may,” he said, and I opened my mouth eagerly, practically drooling with desire as I eagerly began to give the same enthusiastic attention to his cock as I had to his boots. Now instead of dirt I was tasting his flesh, salty and masculine, and gazing up into his eyes as I eagerly sought to pleasure him. Chastity came behind me, and held my hair back so that I could take Caleb down my throat with full enthusiasm. Before long, the administrations of my mouth began to elicit soft moans of pleasure.

“Such a good little whore,” Chastity praised. She applied pressure to the back of my head, forcing me to stay down with Caleb’s cock in my throat. I could not breath, could not swallow – but the discomfort was worth it when I whimpered and the vibrations in my throat made him tip his head back and smile. “Do you think you’re ready to be fucked by the Devil, little Amity? Once you do, you can never go back.”

I could not speak, but I nodded eagerly. I wanted it so desperately, more than anything! Caleb pulled from my mouth with a growl, and I had to resist the urge to keep going for his cock like a ravenous beast. “Position her on the chair,” he said harshly. “Bent over.”

Chastity helped me up and guided me toward the chair. She sat down, and moved me so that I was bent at the waist with my hands on the armrests to steady myself. She grasped my chin and said. “Keep those legs spread, Amity dear. Give him a good view.”

I wanted to cry from sheer anticipation as I obeyed. I was to be fucked while Chastity watched every expression upon my face. Caleb came up behind me and his hands dug into my hips. His cock tapped against my behind, teasing at the hole Chastity had only just finished torturing.

“Beg me for it,” he commanded. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Chastity still gripped my face as I said it. “I want you to fuck me, please sir!”

“Is that all, girl?”

“Please fuck me in the ass, sir,” I whimpered. “Please. I want it so badly, please-”

I couldn’t manage anything other than “please!” as he began to press his length inside me. I had thought myself thoroughly stretched, but having his cock filling me proved me wrong. I was torn between cries of pain and ecstasy as he reached his full length within me, and began to fuck me slowly. Every stroke made my cunt throb until I was no longer able to think straight. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me back as he was pounding into me.

“What a very good little whore,” Chastity said softly. Instead of gripping my face, she reached down and her fingers slid between my folds, rubbing over my clit. My legs began to shake, and I couldn’t keep a primal cry from escaping my lips. Between the two of them, I was swiftly tumbling toward the ultimate ecstasy.

Caleb’s hand tangled in my hair, gripping it as he whispered harshly, “I’m going to cum inside you, Amity Fenn. You’ll never be able to get the Devil out.”

“Yes, please sir!” I almost could no longer stand. My pleasure was peaking and Chastity seemed to have no intentions of slowing her pleasuring of my clit. I gave a ragged sob as an orgasm flooded over me, all my muscles trembling and clenching. It seemed to push Caleb over the edge as well, for I felt his cock swell and his legs shake as I was flooded with impossible heat. For a moment I thought true fire was moving through me, but I could not get away and he pressed me back against him, ensuring I took every last drop of him inside.

My breathing ragged, dripping with sweat, I hung my head. Chastity gently tucked back my hair, caressing my cheeks as she did. “What a very good girl.”

Caleb did not release me immediately, but let me linger with the feel of him still burning inside me. His hand rubbed my lower back, soothing my trembling. “You truly belong to the Devil now, Amity Fenn,” he said. “You’re mine.”

 

No one in Hingham was any wiser to the perversion that had gone on behind closed doors. Word began to go round that I had repented, and that by the wise shepherding of Father Caleb Morley I had been brought to the light of the Lord. I would smile in silence when they congratulated me on my conversion. Let them think what they would. It was safer that way anyway.

Let them think that my Sundays spent in Chastity’s company was merely for the sake of studying Scripture, and that my late evenings in the Morley home was to receive the tutelage of a pure, Godly couple. Our companionship was no secret.

But the true tutelage I received was far from Godly. The light I had been brought to was that of Hellfire.