Chastity Debauched: Penitent

“Yes, my dear, and bring the full set of accoutrements. Chastity is a little reluctant to share her sins.” Chastity felt a hand on the back of her swim bottoms. With a firm yank, they were pulled down to her knees. Chastity shrieked.

Part Three: The Confession

“Hold her still, Tony or you will be strapped down right next to her,” snarled the priest. Magister Gregor’s hands were vises on her wrists as he forced them behind her back.

“Please, Chastity,” Tony whispered in her ear, “Don’t make this any harder on yourself.” He held her shoulders and arms in a tight embrace while her wrists were wrapped in plain leather cuffs and fastened at the small of her back by the Magister.

“Why are you letting them do this to me?” she whispered back. Tears slid down her cheeks. Her breasts were pressed against the front of his white shirt. He still smelled clean and wonderful. Her knees were pulled apart and cuffed in leather.

“I have to...” he flinched at the betrayal in her eyes. “It’s part of my job,” he said softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Technically he had tried to warn her, but...

“He couldn’t, sweet child,” answered the priest, with a nasty chuckle. “If you had not appeared for your appointment, he would have served time in your place and young Tony is well aware that I enjoy both males and females, equally.” Chastity felt Tony shudder as he held her.

‘Oh, God,’ she thought, ‘and he'd tried to get me to leave anyway.’ She looked into Tony’s frightened gaze. His lips moved in the motions of: “I’m sorry.” She turned away.

She was made to kneel on the bench facing the Magister’s heavy throne. Her knees were pulled far apart and fastened to the padded kneeler of the ornately carved, wooden bench. She grunted as she was pushed onto her stomach over the red leather padding of the higher tier of the bench. Her breasts swayed freely over the edge.

A padded collar was buckled to her neck and a strap was snapped to a ring from the collar to another on the underside of the bench she laid over by Sister Angelique. Chastity could smell the exotic perfume worn by the Sister mixed with the musky scent of aroused female.

‘She’s getting off on this!’ thought Chastity.

“Shall we begin?” said the priest. His robes swishing as he walked. He moved to stand in front of Chastity and before his throne. She couldn’t lift her head more than an inch; she could barely move any part of her body at all. She could see the black silk rope of his belt, the flowing skirts of his robe and the charcoal gray carpet.

‘He’s barefoot!’ thought Chastity in surprise.

“Sister Angelique, stand behind Chastity and make her feel more, receptive, shall we?” Magister Gregor seated himself on his throne and smiled.

“With pleasure, Magister.” Chastity felt hands on her exposed bottom. Nails scraped lightly on her crease, warm palms parted the plump globes, then cool breath blew on her vulnerable privates. “What a pretty pussy, all nice and trimmed short,” breathed the Sister. “Ripe, like a juicy peach and ready for plucking.”

“Please don’t,” Chastity whimpered, then bit her lip.

“Oh, but I must, dear girl,” Sister Angelique sighed. The sister leaned over Chastity shoulder and the long black silk of her hair fell across Chastity’s back. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it,” she whispered in her ear. Chastity felt fingers stroking the short hairs of her pussy, then felt a warm digit delving into the damp folds. The entrance to her body was tenderly explored. Chastity wriggled but the straps held her tight to the bench.

“She’s wet, Magister.”

“As I expected. Continue. I want her to cum at least once before we begin questioning her.”

The sister’s finger slid gently into her body and explored its depths. Chastity moaned with the intimate invasion. Perspiration dotted her lower back.

“Ah,” the sister sighed as she found something and stroked. Chastity jolted as a streak of delight curled within. “There we are, I have your measure now.” Chastity bit her lip and squeezed her eyes closed in denial as the sister stroked and pressed, bringing jolt after jolt of unwanted excitement.

Chastity fought the rising desire in her body. Her traitorous body fought back, carnal hunger building relentlessly. Her body wanted, craved and strove to bring her to orgasm. She strained against the binding leather and her body’s rapacious need.

The sister stopped. “She’s fighting it.” Chastity let out her breath and collapsed

“Of course she is,” said the Magister. “She has excellent control; to a point. Tony, take off your shirt.” Chastity turned her head, fighting the collar that had her neck pinned as she strain to see.

Tony was looked over at the priest in alarm. He swallowed hard, then stripped off his shirt, dropping it onto the floor. Beautifully sculpted bands of corded, tanned muscle gleamed in the bright sunlight pouring through the windows. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on him.

“I want you to kiss Chastity.” The Magister’s voice was low and seductive. “Stroke her breasts. Make her want. Make her desire. Make her cum for us.”

Tony knelt before Chastity and took her face in his heated palms. His eyes were stricken with guilt, but his snug shorts strained with the telltale signs of full erection. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips lightly to hers, his tongue swept her lips, seeking entrance. Chastity couldn’t help herself; she closed her eyes, opened her lips and took his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back, stroking his tongue with hers. She could smell soap, sunlight and warm excited male.

Chastity felt the fingers of his hands on her throat, making her shiver, then briefly touching the collar. They slid down. His hands closed on her breasts, lifting, testing the weight and firmness, closing around the plump flesh gently. Fingers caressed her nipples, teasing them, bringing them sharply to peaks. Chastity moaned.

“Sister Angelique, you may continue,” the priest said softly. “Something perhaps, a little more intimate,” he suggested. Chastity felt warm palms on her ass, opening her wide, then something warm and wet stroked the outer plump lips of her labia, then dove into the tender folds, with long deep swipes.

‘That’s her tongue,’ thought Chastity. ‘She’s licking me! A girl is licking me!’ She shuddered. It felt so good... So very good...

Tony slanted his mouth across hers for better access. His kiss grew aggressive. He nipped at her lips and sucked at her tongue. His hands took both of her breasts and played with her nipples, tugging and pulling. Abruptly, he pulled his lips from hers and took one nipple into his wet mouth and sucked, hard. She whimpered, her chin falling on his bowed spine as carnal heat flushed her body.

Chastity became confused, the sensations overwhelming her body with pleasure. Tony concentrated on her lips and breasts, his scent filling her nose and his light grunts crowding her ears as Angelique tormented her most intimate self into submission. Fingers brushed her clit. Angelique pressed, then rubbed the small pleasure point quickly but lightly, jolting her with bolts of increasing desire.

Chastity felt her body release warm honeyed liquid against the tongue that was worming its way deeper into her body. She shuddered as a finger delved where the tongue worked, then pressed deep within. Lightning flashes of intense excitement began to cascade in increasing power. She fought the straps as against her will; her body greedily sought more.

Two fingers plunged into her, fucking and fucking her dripping cunt. Lips took her clit, sucking, and, then a tongue mercilessly speared and flicked her excited bud in time with the plunging fingers. Chastity panted, moaning softly as pleasure came to a roaring peak.

Chastity felt a wet finger playing with the tight rose of her anus, circling, and pressing as the other fingers fucked her. The circling finger slid past the tight ring of her anus, into her, and gently probed deeper.

She froze as her climax peaked. Her back arched as far as the straps would allow and she screamed in ecstasy as sudden sharp orgasm crashed and ripped through her. She collapsed, spent. Tears dripped onto Tony’s shoulder.

“It is done,” said the sister. The invading fingers left her body. Tony laid a gentle kiss on her forehead and stepped away. Panting with exhaustion, Chastity watched, head limp, as Sister Angelique stepped up to stand beside the Magister’s throne, sucking noisily on her fingers.

‘Sadistic bitch,’ thought Chastity.

“Time to confess, sweet Chastity,” said the priest. “I want to hear every single, sexual thing that you have done, beginning with the loss of your virginity. In detail.”

‘God, I just want this over,’ Chastity thought. She was tired and her body ached from straining against the straps on the bench. “It began about a month ago...”

“Stop,” said the Magister, raising his hand. “All confessions begin with: ‘Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.’ Again.”

‘What a fucking asshole,’ she thought with a flash of anger.

“Just do it Chastity,” Tony said urgently from the door. “Trust me, it can get a lot worse.”

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” she said, annoyed and blushing hard with mortification. “About a month ago I went to a party in the park and met Rob...”

***

The ‘confession’ took a lot of time. Both the Magister and Sister Angelique had her go into embarrassing detail from the loss of her virginity in the park woods, to the class in fellatio she’d been forced to take after school.

“And that is all?” asked the Magister.

“That’s everything,” said Chastity. “Everything,” she insisted.

“You did nothing with Tony?”

‘Shit,’ thought Chastity. She could see Tony stiffen by the door. ‘Thank God all I did was kiss him before we got here...’ She shook her head. “Nothing beyond kissing him,” confirmed Chastity. She watched Tony sag with relief.

“Which you did here, before us,” said the priest softly. “Then I have only to announce your penance, your punishment, and you may go.”

“Punishment!” said Chastity in alarm. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“My dear girl,” the Magister shouted with laughter. “There is always penance to pay after a confession. We have only begun!”

Part Four: Penance

Magister Gregor and Sister Angelique slipped behind a black curtained doorway to confer in another room. Tony was allowed to release Chastity while she waited for their pronouncement of her penance.

“Jeez, what a nasty pair,” Chastity moaned softly as Tony, still shirtless, released her from the prayer bench. Exhausted, she knelt on the carpet. Her body dripped Angelique’s saliva and traces of her own spent excitement across her weary thighs.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he whispered. “Trust me, they went light on you.” Tenderly her kissed her forehead and rubbed her stiff muscles. “Be glad he didn’t bring out any of his little ‘toys’.” He poured her a glass of sweet iced tea from a sweating glass pitcher. She drank it down thirstily.

“So, why do you work for these people?”

“They’re putting me through college,” he said almost beneath his breath. “Working here is mandatory; it comes with the package. If they fire me, I’m kicked out of school too.”

“That’s fucked up...”

“It’s a really exclusive college. The entire staff is either taking classes, or teaching classes.”

“But...” she began. The curtains twitched, then the Magister and Sister Angelique stepped into the room. Tony rose quickly to his feet and took his place by the door. Chastity rose exhausted to her feet, then stood, holding her chin up and determined to face whatever came next.

The Magister took his throne, Sister Angelique by his side. He had changed into a tied satin robe identical to Sister Angelique’s. The v where the Magister’s robe parted at the neck showed long, pin-straight, dark hair on his chest. Bare, muscular legs covered in smooth dark hair showed where the robe parted below the belt.

‘Oh, God, he naked under that robe,’ thought Chastity in dismay. ‘What are these sickos gon’na do to me now?’

“My children,” the Magister began, nodding to Chastity and to Tony, by the door. “Since you are new to the ways of the flesh, Chastity, I have decided to offer you a choice. Chastity, your penance is to service us, both Sister Angelique and myself. Your choice is: willingly or unwillingly.”

‘They’re insane...’ thought Chastity in dismay.

“If you choose to serve willingly,” added Sister Angelique, “you will pleasure us both, simultaneously. We will be done before nightfall and you will go home to your father tonight.”

“Should you choose to serve unwillingly, my personal choice,” said the Magister with a sardonic smile, “you will pleasure us both individually.” He rubbed his palms together. “This will take much longer so we will have to place a call to your father saying that you will be with us, here in the Chapel, for the next two days. Roughly, the rest of the weekend.”

‘I can’t be here for the entire weekend,’ thought Chastity in shock. ‘How would I explain that to Dad? He expects me home tonight. This is so fucked up.’

“Quick or slow?” Angelique smiled with a feral gleam in her eye. “Choose your punishment, sweet Chastity.”

“You can’t make me...” Chastity began.

“Oh, but we can,” said the Magister, leaning forward with a vicious smile. “Haven’t we already proved that?”

“Willingly or unwillingly?” Angelique pressed.

“Choose now, or I will choose for you,” snapped the Magister.

“Willingly,” she said with her heart in her mouth. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

“Very well. Tony, did she drink the tea from the pitcher?” asked the Magister.

“Yes,” he replied, hiding his eyes from Chastity. “An entire glass.” He flushed.

“She should be feeling the effects momentarily,” said Angelique, eyes gleaming, her red lips parting.

“Effects?” said Chastity. “Tony, what have you done to me?” she whispered.

“He is under our orders. You know that, Chastity,” said Angelique with a tiny pout. “Don’t hold it against him. He’s really quite fond of you.”

“From your confession and the reports I read,” said the Magister, “I gathered that you would want to end things quickly, so I took the precaution to have you prepared.”

"What did you give me?" Chastity asked. ‘Reports? Prepared?’ thought Chastity. ‘What the hell is going on here?’

“The drink is an aphrodisiac laced with hashish and a small amount of cantharides,” said the Sister.

"The hashish is to curb your stubbornness," growled the black priest. "It induces a more suitably amenable temperament."

“The cantharides to make you more easily aroused," continued Sister Angelique. "Combined, they make you more susceptible to our various pleasures. "

"Whether you're willing or not will not actually matter," said the Magister. "Soon, the least touch will ignite a sensual response that you will be unable to resist."

"It will also give you enough stamina to continue until both of us have had our fulfillment of your sweet body," Angelique purred nastily. "Don’t worry, you will have a very good time.”

"Wait, isn't that stuff illegal?" asked Chastity in shock. They'd drugged her?

"Oh yes, quite illegal. So going to the police would be a very bad idea," grinned Father Gregor. "Especially for you."

“But, I don’t feel anything...” But she did. A sensual heat was already curling from her stomach. Gentle waves of lust unfolded and slithered heavily downward with increasing strength. Moisture was gathering in her nether regions and a warm flush was creeping from her throat down. Her breast felt slightly swollen, her nipples were hardening to peaks and her pussy was swelling with an appetite that was becoming ravenous.

‘Oh my God, what is this?’ Her thighs parted to relieve some of the pressure. Tiny bolts of carnal excitement began to race between her pussy and her nipples. She felt her clit becoming unbearably sensitive. Her hands reached up to cup her breasts. She rubbed her nipples to ease some of the swelling tender ache. She moaned, then bit her lip to stop. She looked up, helplessly. Tony stood by the door, his face turned away.

“I believe it is time to begin,” said the Magister softly. “We don’t want her to pleasure herself before we’ve had our fill.”

“Come, my sweet,” Sister Angelique said, taking one of Chastity’s hands. “We will help to ease your needs.” Angelique smiled, then kissed her full on the mouth. Before Chastity realized what she was doing, her lips had opened and she was stroking the sister’s tongue with hers. “My, my," sighed the Sister, “you are a needful thing.” The sister embraced her and Chastity pressed her swollen nipples against the soft fullness of Angelique’s breasts as they kissed.

‘She’s so soft...’ thought Chastity. The exotic perfume the Sister wore was mixed with a scent uniquely hers. ‘She smells... Good.’

The Magister approached and took her other hand in his warm palm. She looked up into his narrow black eyes. His full sensual lips were curved in a dangerous smile. Chastity could smell soap, incense and the potent musk of a heavily aroused male. He frightened her, and attracted her. The adrenaline rush of fear magnified and increased her attraction.

"God, he's so creepy,' thought Chastity. 'But he's turning me on too. It has got to be whatever I drank.'

He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers, his mustache tickling her upper lip. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened without thought. He cupped her head in one hand to keep her mouth locked to his. He surged hungrily within, his tongue taking possession of hers. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, then took her hand and slid her palm into the neck of his robe. She felt the smooth hair of his chest and the pounding of his heart. He moved her palm over the flat exposed flesh of his masculine nipple. A ring pierced it. The nipple peaked beneath her fingers.

Angelique followed his lead and placed Chastity’s hand on the softness of her breast. Chastity felt the soft fullness in her palm and gently explored the ring piercing Angelique’s turgid nipple.

He broke the kiss with a satisfied sigh and a sardonic smile. “She is ready,” he said in his deep exciting voice. Chastity’s body shook with dread and ravenous need.

Taking her by the hands, they led Chastity to the far end of the chapel where the carved altar sat in a pool of colored light from the round window. Sensual illustrations of men and women engaged in sex were painted on the brilliant glass. The altar was as broad as a bed and carved with nude figures in the throes of ecstasy. A thick mat covered in black leather cushioned the black marble top. Chastity found it repelling and exciting.

Angelique dropped her robe to the floor, her intimate jewelry gleaming in the fall of colored light. She helped Chastity up a wooden stair, then atop the altar. Chastity turned to see the Magister standing to one side. With a shrug, he dropped his robe to the floor.

Chastity’s eyes opened wide. His body was dark with long smooth hair that lay flat like an animal’s dark pelt, completely without curl. His shoulders were unbelievably broad and well built. Silver rings gleamed from his nipples. His belly was well defined and his waist slim. His thighs were corded with heavy muscle.

‘Wow, he must really work out,’ thought Chastity.

In complete contrast to the rest of his body he was clean-shaven around his privates. His thick shaft rose proudly past his navel and was corded with heavy blue veins. The full pouch of his ball sack hung naked and plump. Chastity found herself wondering what it would be like to run her tongue all over that vulnerable hairless flesh, to taste him.

He climbed up on the altar and sat back on his heels, knees wide. “Come to me, sweet child, I have a use for your mouth,” he said, gripping his arrogant shaft with a dark smile. Chastity faced him and crawled to him on her hands and knees.