| 7 | 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…
Category: Erotica
A Devil in Hingham | 6 | Buttermilk
| 6 | With a rope noose around my neck, Chastity led me out into the yard like a dog. My bottom clenched around the ginger inside it, holding it in as I walked so I was offered no relief. The torturous root inside my cunt slipped out quickly – given how wet I was…
A Devil in Hingham | 5 | Oil and Ginger
| 5 | I was put on my knees, and my head leaned down, so that my face rested upon the floor with my tender backside presented in the air. I could not move my arms even an inch, so tightly were they bound. Caleb, after ensuring I was properly positioned, announced he would be…
Goretober | 4 | Otherworldly Meal
Content Warning: This is a short fiction post based on DrawKill’s Goretober Prompt List. It may contain violence, gore, creepy shit, sexy shit, or all of the above. ~ Grandmother said the world was not always this way. There was a time when grass was green and the skies above were clear and blue, when…
A Devil in Hingham | 4 | Chastity
| 4 | 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…
A Devil in Hingham | 3 | Sight and Silence
| 3 | Father Morley helped me dress, but the knickers he had ripped from me were not returned. “It is only right that you feel your own shame,” he said, as he carefully buttoned the back of my dress. “As we walk, the wetness from within you will drip onto your legs. With every…
A Devil in Hingham | 2 | Confession
| 2 | When I had put on my fine clothes that morning, I had not imagined I would be discarding them so soon. I set the flogger upon the altar, and my hat beside it. I struggled with the buttons up the back of my dress, so much so that I glanced back at…
A Devil in Hingham | 1 | Whore
| 1 | I gave thanks by moonlight, with my blood and my flesh. Dancing naked in the deep woods, beneath creaking boughs of sycamore and red maple. I whipped my thighs to a masterpiece of spackled blood and raised welts with slim switches, and reveled in the pain. I gave thanks to every Earthly…