The Devil's Teats Ch. 03

"Time to go, Fiona," Lucas said gruffly, grabbing her braid and yanking her to her feet. The barber was packing up his things, as though he were indifferent to the results of his hard day's work, and the rest of the men had dispersed along with the crowd. Fiona stood, swaying. Lucas tugged on her braid like a leash, and the naked girl obediently followed him.

Fiona felt strange. The way her slick, hairless pussy lips slid back and forth as she walked was unsettling, but when she tried to keep it from happening, all she could manage was a ridiculous waddle. She had been shaved! Sadly, Fiona wrapped her arms around herself, only to have Jane, who was walking beside her, slap them away. Of course. She wasn't allowed to cover her breasts. That's how all of this had begun. It was all her breasts' fault, but it was her ass and cunt that had been spanked and shaved...and it was her cunt that felt so disturbingly slippery right now.

She'd gotten wet before, during the spanking, and when she'd touched herself that night thinking of Lucas. Maybe she'd even gotten a little bit aroused when she'd let George finger her, although mostly she'd just felt uncomfortable and embarrassed. But during all of those times, she had barely been aware of what her body was doing -- indeed, it was other people who kept point it out to her, rubbing her face in her body's shameful reactions. Now, though, her cunt felt like a piece of wet silk between her legs, and she couldn't help but notice every time a quiver of arousal went through her. She'd felt one dart like a bolt between her legs when Lucas had tugged on her braid, and she was feeling a light bubbling of desire even now as she padded barefoot toward home. Why? Why should it turn her on to have Lucas lead her down the road like a dog on a leash? Was Jane right? Was she so depraved that she enjoyed being punished? But this wasn't enjoyment, exactly. It was -- it was -- something else.

Even though Fiona was desperately frustrated, she couldn't quite say what she was looking for. All she knew was that she was terribly uncomfortable, and she wanted someone to make it better. Would she feel relief if Lucas crawled on top of her and did to her what he did every night to Jane? Fiona knew about fucking, but no one had ever said that getting spanked or shaved or publicly humiliated should make you want to fuck. Fiona had fantasized about Lucas spanking her and then touching her between her legs, and now that her body was in a turmoil, she wanted that even more...but if Lucas did do that, wouldn't it just make this desperate feeling worse instead of better? George had made her grip his cock in her fist and shake it up and down until white stuff came out of it. He called that coming, and after it was done he had shoved her away and didn't want to play with her cunt anymore. If Jane had kept spanking her long enough, would she have come? That thought scared Fiona, because she hated getting spanked...at least, most of her did. It was only this small bit of flesh between her legs that seemed to have mixed feelings...

The maidservant sighed. She felt all muddled, and she hoped Lucas and Fiona would just let her do her chores quickly. Maybe she could sneak away somewhere and put her hand into her newly smooth cunt, and see what happened. But no, now she remembered. Reverend Godwin had said she was never allowed to be alone. She had to be watched, to make sure she didn't traffic with the devil. She was never going to be able to end this frustration!

Jane and Lucas, who were walking alongside Fiona, exchanged nervous glances. They had both noticed the way Fiona alternated between waddling like a duck and rubbing her thighs together slightly more often than was necessary. Jane had seen how flushed Fiona's cheeks were, and how she kept sucking on her lower lip in frustration, while Lucas, focused on a different part of Fiona's anatomy, had observed that the girl kept stroking and fiddling with her own nipples every time she thought her master and mistress weren't looking. Once she had even slid her and between her legs before shamefacedly yanking it out when Lucas turned towards her.

Both Lucas and Jane recognized the signs -- Fiona was horny. She was craving a good fuck, and yet she was so naïve that she probably didn't even know exactly what it was that she wanted. Lucas remembered how ineptly -- if desperately -- the girl had prodded at herself the other night. My God, Lucas thought: his busty, not-too-bright redheaded servant girl had been stripped, whipped, shaved and teased until her cunt was dripping...and now he was taking her home. How could be possibly be expected not to take advantage?

Jane, meanwhile, was thinking hard. She had come to terms with her husband's desire for Fiona even before she'd watched him masturbate himself with the girl's naked body. To Jane, Fiona was hardly more than an object, a mindless object. If Lucas had been aroused during the spanking, it was because Jane had forced Fiona to strip, had made her straddle first the stump and then Lucas's lap; it was Jane who had used Fiona to put on a show that she knew her husband would enjoy. But now they were going home. If Jane and Lucas had Fiona alone in a room, with the door locked... the girl had been taught some obedience over the course of this long afternoon, and now her body was obviously inflamed with lust. Surely there was some way to combine a gift for Lucas with another well-deserved punishment for Fiona...but how to ensure that Lucas remembered that Fiona was only a receptacle, a toy that Jane gave or took away at her whim?

When the trio arrived home, the entire extended family was outside, goggle-eyed and ready to greet them. Fiona, knowing that everyone was staring at the pink stripes that crisscrossed her bottom, her naked shaved pussy and her freakishly stretched nipples, hung her head in shame. Just this morning, she'd been a despised, subservient member of the household, but a member just the same. Now she was a joke. Even if someday the Reverend decided she had been punished enough and she was no longer in danger of trafficking with Satan, how could she ever act normally around people who had seen her in the depths of her humiliation?

"Come inside, Fiona," Jane said. "The Reverend said you could complete your household chores before you were sent to him for the night."

Fiona followed, dragging her feet. Was she supposed to sweep the kitchen and chop vegetables naked? Was she supposed to go to the well for water with her bare tits swinging in the wind?

Fiona stood in the front room, glancing over to the bathroom where the tub still stood, filled with the dirty water from her interrupted bath. Jane followed her gaze and said, "Yes, Fiona, why don't you begin by cleaning up after yourself. Leave the door open so that we can keep an eye on you, and we'll come fetch you in a moment."

Fiona nodded and entered the bathroom. When she was gone, Lucas and Jane locked eyes, then flew into each others' arms. Ignoring Reverend Godwin's prohibition on not leaving Fiona alone, they kissed deeply, and Jane was gratified to feel the hard press of Lucas's erection against her dress. Lucas ran his hands through his wife's hair and began to push her back toward the bedroom. The pair collapsed on the bed, still kissing passionately, and Lucas stroked his wife's slim, muscular leg all the way up to the thigh.

"God, you were so beautiful out there," Lucas whispered to his wife. "I've never seen you like that. So strong, so fierce. I love you. You know I do. The girl's a fool, a whorish slut. She's nothing compared to you."

Jane's cool blue eyes stared deep into her husband's. "I know, Lucas," she said. "I forgive you, I do. But..." she whispered as she placed a long strand of kisses down Lucas's neck - "I just need to know one thing."

"Anything," Lucas muttered. "Anything."

"I want you to tell me the truth about the night you first saw Fiona naked."

"I told you the truth. She came up to me by the well and shook her tits in my face." The expression of amused skepticism on Jane's face stopped Lucas cold. "You don't believe me?"

"I'd have to be a fool to believe that tale, Lucas. And as you just pointed out, Fiona's the fool. Not me."

"But -- but -" Lucas spluttered. "That's why you spanked her! For trying to seduce me!"

"Not quite," Jane said. "I spanked her because I knew you were lusting after her, and I wanted to punish her for that. But that doesn't mean I believed in your idiotic story for a moment."

Lucas grinned ruefully. "Well, you showed us both, I guess. But I can't say poor Fiona deserved what she got."

"What happened?"

Lucas explained how he had caught Fiona touching herself when he'd stormed into her room at night, and after a bit of hesitation, he also confessed to his wife how he had punished Fiona by forcing her to continue abusing herself as she lay naked on the floor beneath him.

When he had finished his story, Jane propped herself up on her elbows and kissed the top of her husband's head. Lucas, who couldn't quite believe that his wife wasn't angry at him, tried to gather her into his arms, but she pulled away.

"Lucas," she said. "I think we should call Fiona in here."

As the two looked at each other, their lustful, anticipatory gazes revealed everything the other one needed to know. Nonetheless, they kept up a facade; partly to maintain a thin veil of propriety, and partially because it added even more of a thrill to the game.

"If you insist, dear," Lucas said. "And again, I apologize for misleading you. The girl seems to have bewildered my mind."

Jane stood up, straightened her skirts, and walked to the door of the bedroom.

"Fiona!" she called. "Fiona! Leave your work and come here, please."

"Coming, Mistress! Just a moment!" Fiona called breathlessly. Hearing something in the girl's tone, Jane raised her eyebrows at Lucas suggestively. What had she been doing out there?

The naked girl hurried into the room, her cheeks flushed.

Jane returned to the bed and sat down next to her husband.

"Fiona," Jane said. "I have something to ask you."

"Yes, Mistress?" the girl asked demurely, her eyes lowered.

"Earlier today, my husband told a story about how you tried to seduce him at the well. It was because of this story that you received a spanking."

"Yes, Mistress. I remember. I'm very sorry, Mistress."

"An extraordinary thing has happened, Fiona. You will hardly believe it. Lucas has now confessed to me that this story was not true."

Fiona looked rapidly from Lucas to Jane and back again. "Truly?" she asked.

"Truly."

Fiona flushed with happiness. "Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you! I don't even blame you for lying, sir, honest I don't! I'm just glad that you know the truth, Mistress Jane. I'm a good girl! I never would have behaved like that!"

"Indeed," Jane said. "Well, as far as we know, you may still be guilty of trafficking with the devil, but I will give credit where credit is due. You did not expose your breasts to my husband at the well. It seems we owe you an apology."

"Thank you, Mistress!" Fiona said, bobbing her head up and down. "And maybe you could put in a good word for me with the Reverend? Because I've never had any traffic with devils, either. I've had these tits since I was sixteen. They popped up practically overnight. I know they're shameful, but I can't help them, truly I can't."

"I don't know anything about that," Jane said coolly, "And of course, there is still the odd fact that you appeared to take pleasure in your spanking, as ill-deserved as it may have been. But I will convey what you've said to the Reverend."

"Thank you, Mistress," Fiona said, slightly abashed. "May I go now and finish my work?"

"Certainly," Jane said. As the girl turned to go, she called out -- "Oh, Fiona...Just one more question."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"If you didn't try to seduce my husband at the well, how exactly did Lucas first catch sight of your breasts?"

The effect of the question was extraordinary. Fiona colored from top to toe, the blush spreading from the tips of her tits across her stomach and down her thighs.

"Mistress?" she squeaked.

"I believe you understood the question."

"Oh, Mistress," Fiona said, sinking to her knees and clasping her hands in front of her. "It was nothing, I swear."

"I don't understand why you're making such a fuss," Jane said blandly. "What was it? What happened?"

"Did you tell her?" Fiona implored Lucas. "Please say you didn't tell her!"

"Tell me what?" Jane snapped. She stood up sharply, looming over the naked, kneeling girl. She took Fiona's chin in her hands and raised the girl's face toward her. "I'm not asking Lucas, Fiona. I'm asking you. Confess your sins and I may go easier on you."

Weeping, Fiona begged, "Please don't make me say!"

Jane slapped Fiona lightly across first one cheek, and then the other. "Confess!"

Fiona sniffled, "I know he's told you, or you wouldn't be so angry."

Jane slapped Fiona again, harder this time. "Speak your sins, slut, and stop dissembling!"

Rubbing her reddened eyes, Fiona whispered, "He caught me...he caught me touching myself. It was an accident, Mistress. I didn't mean it! But then he made me keep going. He's the one who stripped me! I begged with him to let me stop, but he wouldn't! It's his fault, not mine!" she cried wretchedly.

Jane snorted. "It was an accident? Did you trip on your tits and land with your fingers buried in your cunt? You're as stupid as you are perverse. Self abuse is almost as bad a sin as adultery."

"Please don't punish me, Mistress. I'm sorry," Fiona whimpered pathetically.

"Before your spanking, I told you that any sins you committed in my household will not go unpunished. I may have accidentally whipped you for the wrong crime this afternoon, but that does not expiate the sin you actually are guilty of. Self-abuse is both dangerous and habit-forming. If you do it once, you become like an animal, desperate to do it over and over again."

"No, no, no, Mistress!" Fiona pleaded. "I hated it! I was so ashamed when Master Lucas discovered me! I'll never do it again, I promise!"

Jane sneered, "You hated it. Just like you claimed you hated being spanked, until we spread your legs and discovered you were dripping with lust. The problem with you, Fiona, is that you get pleasure from things that normal, healthy people find disgusting and shameful. You must be cured of this perversity, or I have no doubt you will spend all of eternity in hell."

"Nonononono," Fiona burbled. "I'm a good girl. I just want to be good!"

"If you want to be good, you will accept your punishment. Indeed, you will not only accept your punishment, you will be grateful for it, because it will train you to be less sluttish than you are."

Fiona let out a ragged sob. She'd endured so much punishment today, it was hard to even pretend to be grateful. She knew that whatever plan Jane concocted, it would be not only painful, but confusing and humiliating too. And yet she did want to be good! She didn't want her body to betray her anymore!

"I'll do anything you say, Mistress," she whispered.

"Good," Jane barked. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Fiona remained on her knees, looking pathetically up at Lucas, who avoided her eyes. He was eager to see what Jane had in store for Fiona, but truth be told, he was so horny that he might have almost preferred just to send the girl away while he fucked his wife. He wondered, idly, if there was any chance that Jane might let him fuck Fiona. No, of course not. She probably just had another spanking coming -- and anyway, it wasn't as though he wanted to father a child by the dizzy wench.

Jane returned to the room holding a bundle of objects wrapped in a blanket. Fiona strained to see what they were, hoping for some clue to her fate, but Jane placed them on the far side of the bed, out of sight. Then she turned to the open doorway and, to Fiona's horror, summoned in several members of the household: Mary, their elderly cook; Barnabas, a youth who helped Lucas with the farm work, and Lucas and Jane's two oldest children, Ronald and Ruth, who were twins, about Fiona's age. They took after Jane: proud, blond and forbiddingly cold, they had never condescended to speak more than a handful of words to their buxom Irish servant. Now, they looked down upon the naked Fiona with absolute disgust.

"Mother, why on earth are we here?" Ruth asked. "What could you possibly want from us?"

"You are here to be taught a lesson," Jane said, "About the evils of a certain kind of self-indulgence. I know it is distasteful, but we can all learn from Fiona's example."

Fiona closed her eyes and tried to fold her arms across her breasts before remembering that she wasn't allowed to cover herself and lowering her arms to her sides. Why did Jane have to be so cruel? What good did it do to bring all of these people in here to watch her be humiliated?

"Stand up," Jane said harshly.

Fiona complied, her slim legs swaying.

"Lucas, come stand here by me," Jane commanded. "Fiona, get onto the bed."

"B-b-b-but why?" Fiona stuttered. Somehow she knew that anything that happened to her on her mistress's bed wasn't going to be something she would enjoy. And yet how many times had she daydreamed about Lucas inviting her into this room, kissing her gently...

"Don't question me, fool. Up!"

Fiona clambered onto the bed and settled herself on the patterned bedspread. Jane paced back and forth, eying her naked prey.

"If I'm going to help you, I am going to need complete honesty. Remember, Lucas observed you in the act, so we'll know if you tell any lies."

"Yes, Mistress. I'll tell the truth. I promise."

"Tell everyone why you're being punished."

Fiona swallowed hard. "I -- I...I was touching myself," she whispered.

"Speak up! They can hardly hear you."

"I was touchiiing myself?" Fiona tried to talk loudly, but her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence.

"Touching yourself where?"

Saying the words out loud was almost physically painful. "Between my legs. On my -- my cunt."

"Why were you doing that?"

Fiona hesitated. "I -- I don't know," she mumbled.

"Fiona..." Jane warned.

Fiona was at a loss. "Because it felt good?" she ventured.

"Because it felt good?" Jane mimicked cruelly. "Well tell us, Fiona. How did it feel?"

"I don't know." Her face burned, but watching the frightening expression on Jane's face, she continued. "Tingly, I guess, and then kind of...wet...like I was melting. But then it got different... itchy almost? I wanted to -- do something different. But I didn't know what." She glanced around the room. The two servants had their lips pursed, as if to broadcast their disapproval. The twins, meanwhile, had identical expressions on their faces -- as though they'd just smelled something so horrible that they were trying not to vomit. Lucas's face was unreadable.

"Interesting. Tell us, Fiona, when you were touching yourself, what were you thinking about?"

Oh no! Fiona's heart sunk. Her freckled face was utterly transparent, twitching furiously as she tried to think up a lie. Jane reached over and gave the girl's pink nipple an angry tweak.

"No lying, Fiona! Remember, this is for your benefit, not mine."

Fiona feared that if she told the truth, she would anger Jane even more, but she had no choice. Averting her eyes, she whispered, "I was thinking about Lucas."

"Lucas!" The shock in Jane's voice was real. She'd been sure the girl was going to confess to fantasizing about her spanking sessions with her schoolteacher back in Ireland.

"I"m sorry! I'm sorry!" Fiona whimpered, horrified at the thought of Lucas knowing what she'd been imagining when he walked in on her. And yet, was there a secret, evil part of her that was glad he knew? And that hoped that maybe, maybe, he'd done the same?