Chastity Debauched - Three Penitent By Morgan Hawke For Bear Part One: The Club "I can't believe my Dad had me to come to his company pool party at the Club." Chastity grumbled to herself while standing before the tall mirror completely nude. She stared into the mirror's reflection of her deep violet eyes as she tied her waist-length, strawberry blond waves into a snug tail. Tiny red-gold curls of her unruly tresses escaped the black satin elastic and framed her face. She blew a wisp from her nose in annoyance. "I know he had an emergency at the office, but I feel so out of place by myself, with all these older business people at this exclusive club. The only people here, that are my age, are all staff." Chastity wrinkled her nose as she struggled into her neon-purple swimsuit. The tiny poolside shower-room smelled of chlorine and cleaner. Turning to check the fit of her bathing suit in the full-length mirror, she frowned. "I don't remember the bikini being this small when I tried it on in the store," she groused. She tied the strings of the push-up top behind her neck, then fought to get it to sit right on her bosom. "I look like I'm gon'na fall out of this any second." She scooped her hand into the bright violet cups and repositioned her breasts, forcing the brilliant satin to cover as much as possible. She tugged at the high cut sides of her bottoms. "This bottom is more a thong than a panty. If I move just wrong, it's going to ride straight up my crack." She pulled at the crotch to position it and sighed in defeat. "I should have known better than to bring the new bikini." Chastity turned to the white plastic chair beside her. She lifted the long, black satin dressing robe she'd been given by one of the club's staff. "Where is the belt?" She looked around but didn't see it. "I guess I have to wear it hanging open." She nibbled her lower lip as she pulled on the robe. Glancing once more in the mirror she blushed. "I look like a stripper about to go on stage than a high-school senior. All I need is red lipstick and some high heels." She slipped on a pair of purple rubber flip-flop sandals, then gathered her bag with her clothes. "Well, here goes..." She stepped out of the tiny dressing room and into the warm brilliant sunlight. Small tables with umbrellas and guests relaxing in white lounge chairs framed the gigantic, kidney shaped, white marble pool. Rounded marble steps led into the water at the far end. The deep cool blue of the water looked inviting, especially in this summer heat. Light gleamed on the gentle ripples of the water around two older guests who laughed as they swam. She blushed, tugging on the edges of her robe. She was afraid of what the club members were going to think of her 'stripper' suit if she took off the robe to swim. A tall, slender young man in the Club's uniform of short, snug khaki shorts and a blindingly white polo shirt stepped out from where he'd been waiting on one side of the door. The black silk of his short, trimmed hair fell across his brow rakishly and reflected in blue streaks, matching the deep blue of his eyes. His arms were bare to the elbows and showed an impressive array of tanned muscle. He smiled with masculine approval. 'I guess he likes the swim suit,' she thought and smiled ruefully. "Tony, right?" He nodded. 'Wow, he's really cute,' she thought. 'My, what big arms you have...' "You remembered my name." Tony grinned. "If you like, I'll take care of your bag for you." She handed it over with a word of thanks. Tony bowed slightly and motioned with one arm. "If you will come this way?" 'I wish all the boys I knew were this polite,' she thought as she followed him. Her sandals slapped against her heels as she walked. He led her to a lounge chair in the shade of a wide umbrella. Before she could protest, Tony slid the robe from her shoulders and laid it on the back of the chair Embarrassed by the sudden exposure Chastity sat down while Tony trotted off. 'Well, there goes that,' she thought, mortified. 'Let's see how many people I can offend in a hurry.' Chastity ignored the lewd glare of a hairy pot-bellied man sitting to her left. She raised her chin. 'Yeah, that's right. I wear scanty thong bikinis all the time.' "Nice Bikini," said a tall older man as he emerged dripping wet, from the pools edge, right at her feet. Her eyes fixated on his tiny blue spandex Speedos that revealed a hard bulge in the groin and his pasty white legs. Like a pot of honey, she was attracting flies. Her courage failed her. 'Shit. I need to cover myself!' She turned around to grab her robe when a voice startled her. "Hello there." Chastity jumped as someone suddenly bent over her chair. "I'm Mr. Davies, the Club manager. You're Chastity, I believe?" he asked. He was an extremely handsome, older gentleman, also in the Club's uniform of khaki shorts and white shirt. His head was completely bald and evenly tanned with a single diamond flashing from his ear. His eyes were bright green; his teeth perfect. She noted the beginnings of a small beer gut thickening his middle. She also noted the definition of strong muscles in his darkly tanned thighs as he knelt by her chair. "Hello," she said nodding, then smiled uneasily. 'Here it comes, the part where I get sent home for my bathing suit. Dad's going to kill me.' She released her hold on the robe. It was far too late to cover up. "It's a pleasure to have you here," said Mr. Davies. "Your father told us to expect you." Chastity watched as Tony approached, then stood silently to one side of Mr. Davies. "Dad would have come, but there was an emergency at work..." Confusion momentarily flitted across his features. "Emergency at work," Mr. Davies repeated. "Ah, I understand." He smiled and focused on Chastity's chest. "Tony," said Mr. Davies as he rose from his crouch, "Miss Chastity is new and probably doesn't know her way around, be sure to give her a tour of the main house and make sure she has anything she needs, understood?" "Absolutely sir," Tony said with a small bow and a wide grin. 'Whoa,' Chastity thought in surprise. 'Looks like I'm not getting kicked out for my swim-wear.' "Oh, and Tony, Chastity has a two o'clock appointment to meet with Father Gregor." Mr. Davies slanted a meaningful look at Tony. "Make sure she's there on time." Tony gave Chastity a startled look, then nodded with a frown. Mr. Davies abruptly left to walk toward another guest. "Who's Father Gregor?" Chastity whispered. Tony knelt by her chair. "He's our resident, ah, priest." Chastity looked at him in some confusion. "He, um, works with some of the guests," Tony added. "For those who need um, a priest." Tony shrugged, then looked at her uneasily. "There's a chapel here?" "There is for the Father. He has a whole suite on the top floor. The Club rebuilt the entire attic just for him." Tony swallowed hard, then pasted a bright smile on his lips. "Did you want to go for a swim before I take you for a tour?" he asked brightly. "Sounds like a plan," she said. Chastity rose from her chair and sighed. 'Well,' she mused to herself, 'this is one way to hide the bikini. Nobody is in the water right now so, why not?' Chastity launched herself from the pool's edge in a well-practiced dive. Her swim-team coach would have been proud. She felt her anxieties melt away as the cool wetness enveloped her. The water was just as refreshing as it looked. *** "Ready for your tour of the main house?" Tony asked as she climbed up the pool ladder by her chair. He was holding a fluffy white towel for her to wipe off with. Her robe was tucked over his other arm and her shoes clutched in one hand. "Should I change?" Chastity asked, not wanting to wear her skimpy violet bikini any more than she had to. "You're better off without clothes..." Chastity looked at him sharply. He smiled nervously at his blunder. "I mean, this is supposed to be a pool-party so you are expected to be wearing a swim suit, and you're beautiful, why not show it off?" "I'm not that pretty." Chastity said blushing as Tony helped her into the black satin robe. "Now, that's where you're totally wrong. You are clearly the loveliest guest here." He grinned. "And I am honored to be your guide for today." He offered his arm gallantly. "Shall we go?" The Club's main house was a renovated Victorian mansion of old red brick and multicolored painted trim, complete with a rounded tower to one side. Decorative wooden gingerbread, cut into lace patterns, trimmed every corner. Guests sat under the broad, ivy covered porches in tall chairs around small tables and chatted in expensive summer clothes and swimsuits. Tony took her into the house and charmed her with amusing stories about the antiques and the guests. The interior was beautifully appointed. The walls were painted cream and trimmed in white with tapestries and paintings placed under spotlights. Antiques in glowing wood and silk were scattered in comfortable groups on rich, thick rugs over hardwood floors. They walked the halls, her sandals slapping softly against her heels. They peeked into the myriad rooms, talked and laughed. The Grandfather clock on the staircase landing chimed the three-quarter hour in loud, deep tones. Tony glanced at his wristwatch and bit his lip. "It's time to go to your appointment with Father Gregor," he said, his eyes wide and serious. Suddenly, he pulled her into a corner and gripped her upper arms. "Look," he whispered hoarsely, "you don't have to go. I can get you your clothes and call a cab. You can leave right now." He was so close she could smell the fresh clean sent of sandalwood soap. "I'm just here for my Dad," Chastity said softly. "The appointment is probably for him." She smiled confidently, but inside her heart suddenly pounded in anxiety. She put her palm on his bare arm. She felt warm muscle, tight with tension, flexing under her fingers. "You're probably right, the appointment isn't for you." Tony shook his head and turned away, biting his full bottom lip. He turned back and stared hard. "Are you sure?" She focused on his lips and watched as he licked them. They looked soft and full, perfect for kissing. "No, not really but... Tony, is there something I should know about Father Gregor?" She looked into his worried eyes. "I'm not at liberty to say anything about the staff here, but..." Suddenly he leaned forward and his lips brushed hers fleetingly in a soft kiss. She opened her mouth to speak and he took the opportunity to slant his mouth across hers, abruptly deepening the kiss. Shocked into inaction by the sudden kiss, Chastity allowed his tongue to stroke hers. "Whoa, hey!" Chastity said against his mouth. Her hands pushed against Tony's muscular chest, but he was immovable. Abruptly she pulled her lips away and gasped for breath. "Is this how you treat all your guests?" He pulled back in alarm. "I... I don't know why I did that," he stammered, releasing her arms and blushing furiously. Chastity almost giggled. He looked like a guilty boy. Her fingers closed on his arms, pulling him closer until her breasts touched his chest. "Just take it easy," she said with a soft smile. "I'm not in a rush." She raised her lips to meet his and her eyes fluttered closed. She touched the tip of her tongue to his lips, encouraging him to follow and he embraced her with a soft moan. He pressed her back and she felt the wall cool against her skin. His chest felt warm, firm and exciting against the softness of her breasts. His hips pressed against her thigh and she felt the strong ridge of his erection trapped by his shorts, against her bare skin. 'Whoa, I think he likes me,' she thought. 'I'm kissing this guy that I barely know...' Chastity thought in astonishment. 'But, he's so sweet and cute... And a really great kisser.' She was really getting into the kiss when Tony pulled back suddenly blushing furiously. "I... uh, we have to go to your appointment," said Tony checking his watch. "There's not much time." "First you're talkin' me out of it, then your kissing me, now your talkin' me into it!" Chastity jabbed her finger at Tony's chest in frustrated annoyance. "Which is it?" "Take it easy!" Tony raised both hands in a defensive gesture making him look as if he were being held up at gunpoint. "It's close on 2:00 pm, and it was you're idea to stay. If you're gon'na go to your appointment, we have to go now." "Fine. Whatever," she snapped. "Let's get this thing over with," Chastity said grimly then slanted a look at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Will you wait for me?" "Oh, yeah," he said with a heated smile. "Your not going anywhere without me." 'Good,' thought Chastity, 'I want to get back to kissing him.' "But, we have to hurry. Trust me, we do not want to be late!" He led her to the stairs and they climbed at a run.
Part Two: The Appointment A narrow, plain wooden stair led to the chapel. Tony released her hand as he opened the heavy oak door, ushering her in before him. Light blinded Chastity momentarily from the gabled windows that lined the broad expanse directly before her. The chapel was huge, taking up the entire attic with a steeply peaked and heavily beamed, cathedral ceiling. The walls were painted in stark white and the thick carpet was a deep charcoal gray. To the right of the door they'd entered, at the far end of the chapel, an altar of carved marble sat before a huge, circular stained glass window. Long beams in brilliant array colored the flat marble top. She was too far away to make out the designs on the glass, but it was very colorful and ornate. "This must be Chastity," said a deep melodious voice. "And just in time." Chastity turned left to see a man seated in a small archway on a carved black throne dressed in floor length robes with a starched black collar. His black hair was closely cropped to a point over his forehead. His eyes were deep black under sharply arched and expressive brows. A close trimmed beard and mustache framed his florid smiling lips and square jaw. "You must be Father Gregor," Chastity said brightly. "I'm sorry but my father had an emergency at the office and couldn't make your appointment." "Come here, my child and kneel at my feet." She walked over and knelt on the thick carpet. She didn't think twice, she had been taught since childhood to respect the clergy. Father Gregor took both of her hands in his warm dry palms. His fingers were long and delicate, like an artist's. His black robes were full and flowed around him in deep pleats smelling of incense. He was broad-shouldered but spare. Long sleeves covered his arms to the wrist but Chastity could feel real strength in his hands as they held her. "How nice. Your father is not here. This should make our session go far more smoothly..." She pulled her hands back in confusion but Father Gregor closed his fingers tightly around her wrists, holding her in place. Tony took a step and Father Gregor raised a brow at him. "It seems that you have found a champion," said the Father. Chastity could see that Tony's face was white. Tony stepped back and clasped his hands behind him. "Tony," Father Gregor smiled, "remain with us. Close the door firmly, if you please." Tony swallowed hard, then turned and pushed the door closed. There was an ornate brass lock, but there wasn't a doorknob on the inside of the door, just plain flat wood. "I don't understand," Chastity said, still pulling. "I believe that you have a confession to make, do you not?" Father Gregor smiled and his dark eyes flared with heat and interest. "I understand that you have been a very, very naughty girl." "I wasn't raised Catholic, I don't do confession." Chastity couldn't budge her wrists from his grip no matter how hard she twisted in his grasp. 'What is with this weirdo?' she thought. 'What the hell does he know about me? Is he just guessing?' "Please, Chastity," Tony said urgently, "just tell him and we can go..." "I'm not telling him anything," she said between clenched teeth. "It's none of his business." Chastity pulled back and rose part of the way to her feet. "Tony, pull the rope by the door and ring the bell, if you please. It seems that Chastity is not appropriately penitent." "Chastity..." Tony pleaded. "Ring the bell Tony, that's an order." Tony turned away and pulled a satin rope. A bell sounded deeper in the rooms. "What are you going to do?" Chastity said through clenched teeth. She was annoyed, but growing more worried by the second. Why didn't Tony do something? "We are going to make you confess, my child." The Father stepped down from his throne and stood. He pulled Chastity up onto her toes by her wrists, holding them well above her head. He was taller than he had appeared, towering a full head and a half above Tony. Her robe slid open revealing her skimpy bathing suit. Her flip-flops fell unheeded from her feet. "Why Chastity, how charming," he remarked. His eyes were hot as he took in her barely covered full breasts, the narrow span of her trim waist and the flare of her rounded hips. He transferred both her wrists to one hand. Reaching out, he cupped, then lifted one breast, his fingers testing its fullness and weight. His palm slid over the violet satin, then across the softness of her bare skin. "Very nice," he whispered. "Don't touch me!" she hissed. "What kind of priest are you?" "Didn't Tony tell you?" She shook her head. "Of course not, Tony is very obedient. I suppose an introduction is in order. I'm Magister Gregor of the Order of the Unholy Trinity, a servant of the Unholy Master." Chastity suddenly noticed the black enameled, inverted cross swinging from jet beads around his neck. "You're a Satanist?" "Very much so," he nodded with a twist to his lips. Reaching under her hair, behind her neck, he pulled the satin string and her top burst open to fall to her waist. Her vulnerable breasts swayed as she flinched. "Let me go..." She turned her head as she felt her nipples harden in unconscious response to the cool air. "Tony, I want to leave..." She turned her head to look, but Tony stood frozen by the door. His face was turned away. "Not just yet, my sweet child, you have a confession to make." His hand slid down her stomach to cup her sex. She tried to shift away from his hand but she was held firmly up on her toes, in his powerful grip as though she weighed nothing. A finger and a thumb slid across the thin satin, exploring the crease of her vulnerable core. Chastity blanched. "Let me go or I'll scream the house down," she snapped angrily. Tears of helplessness filled her eyes. "Oh, you may scream if you like," said Father Gregor, still smiling. "It's expected. Remember, the staff knows that you have an appointment with me. No one will interfere, it will cost them their jobs, isn't that right Tony?" "You called, Magister?" said a soft feminine voice. Chastity was forcibly turned bodily around. Before her stood a tall elegant woman, eyes downcast. Her lips were very red and curved and in a soft smile. Her long, straight black hair was cut in a slash across her forehead, then fell to her hips in one long unrelieved fall of black silk. She was completely naked beneath an open, floor-length, black satin robe. Silver rings pierced her exposed nipples and another gleamed in the pink folds of her closely trimmed pussy. "This is Sister Angelique, she will be assisting us today, as will Tony." "Please," Tony said in protest. He stepped back, and pressed himself against the door, wide-eyed, shaking his head. "Please don't make me..." "Why Tony, don't you like your job?" Tony abruptly dropped his head. "Shall I bring you the prayer bench, Magister?" Sister Angelique asked softly. She looked Chastity full in the face; her black eyes gleamed with anticipation, her red lips parted gently and her pink tongue darted out to wet them. "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. She looked into his amused black eyes, then dropped her gaze to the swollen purple head of his cock. A drop of clear fluid oozed from the tip. She licked her lips. Bending, she kissed below the base of his shaft, then reached out her tongue to taste the shaved skin around his cock. He tasted of salt, soap and rampant, mature male. She licked and sucked gently on his scrotum, then sucked on one of his hanging balls, then the other. She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, licking and sucking lightly. She took the flared cap into her mouth and tasted him. Salty liquid gathered on her tongue. Her tongue swirled across his flesh and she sucked him deeper into her warm wet mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, then fisted his hand in her strawberry blond ponytail. With a grunt, he pushed his cock up into her throat and shoved her further down on him, her nose pressed to his groin, blocking her airflow. Her throat closed in a vise around his shaft. Chastity panicked, making a small, frightened sound. He pulled her back and she noisily took a deep breath. "You must learn to take all of me," he growled. He shoved her down again lifting himself into her mouth, and, then let her up to take a breath., then again. And again. "Angelique," he said, grunting as he fucked Chastity's mouth. "Go and fetch your toy." He panted. "Hurry, before I pour myself down her throat." He pulled Chastity from him and she gasped. He had her lay full length on her back. He turned and rose over her, facing the same way, straddling her ribs on his knees, his legs locking her arms against her sides. He presented her with his saliva dripping cock. The head was an angry, engorged purple as it swayed, wet and glistening, over her breasts. Her eyes were wide and dilated with fear and sexual need. "Take it between your breasts and squeeze," he commanded. She brought her palms up and enclosed his shaft in her plump flesh. He dropped to his elbows over her and shoved forward, his back arching and his haunches flexing. His slippery shaft slid through her breasts, slowly fucking her tits. Her nose filled with the scent of aroused and sweating male. The cock-head slid to her lips. Without thought, she sucked, adding saliva. He groaned harshly and withdrew,, then slid back up into her mouth. He withdrew, then slid back up. Chastity felt someone climbing onto the mat. "Now, Magister?" said Angelique softly. "Now," he growled, rising up on his knees and holding the head of his cock in Chastity's mouth. She sucked and licked at the flared edge and the weeping slit. Chastity felt hands on her ankles, lifting her, positioning her. Warm smooth thighs slid between hers. She felt hands on her hips lifting her, then something cool, smooth and blunt pushed at the wet entrance to her body. 'What the hell?' she had time to think,, then felt her hungry pussy flutter open wide with carnal appetite. Her body swallowed the broad blunt head, and a shaft drove slowly into her cunt, deeper, then deeper. Rapacious need made Chastity raise her hips to take it all. The shaft withdrew, then thrust again. Withdrew and thrust. Again. And again. "Good, so good..." Angelique moaned. 'I'm being fucked by a girl!' thought Chastity, but her body didn't care who was fucking her. It was hungry for climax and didn't care how it achieved it. The Magister withdrew his swollen cock from her lips, groaned and began pumping into her breasts and mouth in earnest, his tempo increasing as he fucked. Angelique's thrusts increased in power, shoving Chastity forward. Pleasure built swiftly. Chastity moaned around the cock sliding in her breasts and filling her mouth, her hips writhed around the shaft fucking her cunt. Sweat poured off the Magister and dripped onto her, mixing with her own. "I'm gon'na cum," Angelique said in quick panicked whimpers. "I'm almost there..." "Do it now," grunted the Magister. "She's almost ready to cum and I'm about to spill... Ah..." he moaned loudly and pulled back. Thick, white froth exploded from the head of his cock. Chastity closed her eyes as the viscous sticky cum spattered her cheek, lips and breasts. Angelique shouted, driving deep into Chastity, then moaned as she also came. Chastity whimpered in loss. She had been so close. The Magister sat back and surveyed Chastity's cum spattered body. "I'll tell you when you may cum," he smiled viciously. "This is punishment, remember?" Chastity couldn't stop her glare of frustration. "Tony," he called. "Damp towels and drink." The Magister dismounted and sat to one side. Angelique sat at her feet, panting with a soft flush pinking her skin. Her black mane stuck to her sweaty body. A huge black dildo, gleaming and wet, curved from where one end was buried in her dripping cunt. The smell of sex was thick in the air. 'Oh, God, I had that huge thing inside me!' Chastity thought in horror. 'I was fucked by a girl,' she thought in amazement. 'And it felt... Good.'
Part Five: Punishment Tony, still clad in his shorts, brought the Magister and Angelique wet towels and the water-beaded pitcher. He filled two glasses with iced tea while they wiped themselves off. They each drank their glasses down. 'Oh shit,' thought Chastity. 'I'm in serious trouble. They're both drinking that aphrodisiac stuff...' Tony moved to wipe Chastity with a third towel. "Leave her," said the Magister. "I want to see how much cum I can soak her with." Chastity caught a brief glance of anger flashing across Tony's face as he stepped back. "Tony, bring me the oil," the Magister added softly. "You know which bottle I need." Tony's eyes widened. He took the used towels; collected the empty glasses, then quickly stepped away. "Angelique," said the Magister, "I want to see Chastity bring you to climax with her tongue." 'Oh, jeez, I don't know if I can do that,' thought Chastity in dismay. Angelique smiled and helped Chastity to sit up, facing each other. "Such a pretty girl," she whispered. Chastity couldn't help but be flattered. Angelique was the loveliest woman Chastity had ever seen. Softly, Angelique embraced Chastity, rubbing the points of her pierced, erect nipples against Chastity's cum spattered breasts. Strangely, Chastity found it very exciting. Angelique was very beautiful and her lips looked so ... luscious. Their lips touched. Chastity, still trembling with need and in the throes of the aphrodisiac, closed her eyes and opened her lips. Tongues entwined, they kissed. Angelique reached out to stroke Chastity's breasts. Chastity mimicked her and followed Angelique's lead, stroking as was she stroked, pulling and tugging gently on the nipples. Angelique sighed with pleasure, then pushed Chastity's head down. "Kiss me, suck me..." Angelique whispered and lifted her breast to Chastity's lips. Chastity took the tender flesh, pierced with the ring, into her mouth and laved it with her tongue. She could taste the Magister's cum that had rubbed from her own breasts. She sucked gently, then more firmly. Angelique wrapped her arms around Chastity, moaning in enjoyment. Chastity's hand rose to caress the soft full flesh of Angelique's other breast as she suckled. Her fingers played with the nipple, tugging lightly on the ring. Angelique whimpered and threw her head back, shuddering. Chastity was pushed back and Angelique took her mouth in a tender, hungry kiss. Angelique pushed her back again. "Darling girl," she sighed. Angelique parted her thighs and encouraged Chastity to get on her hands and knees before her. "Kiss me here, my sweet," she said, parting the damp pink folds of her pussy. "Taste me," she whispered. Chastity found the perfume of the tender sex not unpleasant and somewhat exciting. She kissed the pink flesh, then her tongue darted out to taste. She was surprised to find it somewhat salty, musky and sweet at the same time. Chastity dropped to her elbows and curled her arms around Angelique's thighs. She used her tongue to explore the richly scented folds. Vaguely, Chastity could taste Latex from the dildo she had used, but the liquid pearls of Angelique's enjoyment quickly overwhelmed the slightly bitter flavor. Chastity found the tiny bud of her clit and sucked gently. Angelique threw back her head and shuddered, moaning her delight. Chastity discovered that having Angelique writhing in her arms was curiously liberating. If she applied her tongue flat and took a long swipe, just so, then teased the clit, just so, Angelique writhed and cried out. Chastity held Angelique firmly as she raised her hips again and again to her mouth, listening to her passionate cries. She burrowed her tongue deep into her cleft, searching for more of Angelique's sweet pearly essence, determined to bring her to orgasm. The cushion beneath them shifted. Someone had joined them on the altar. Angelique curled her hand in Chastity's ponytail to keep her mouth in place. "Enjoying yourself Angelique?" asked the Magister. "Very much so." Angelique panted, then whimpered as Chastity nibbled. "She's a natural... Fuck..." she swore. "I'm right on the edge of cumming." Chastity felt her ankles gripped, then her legs spread open. Warm muscular and furred thighs slid between hers. Chastity felt warm hands on her bottom lifting her, positioning her, then felt something warm and slippery pouring down the crack of her exposed ass. Fingers smoothed the thick oily substance over the rose of her anus and into the intimate folds of her neglected and needy pussy. A finger brushed her clit. She jolted as lust roared deliciously to avaricious life. Two fingers explored her dripping depths and Chastity shuddered in reaction. Her denied climax was making her painfully excited. She writhed and moaned. Her body begged for release. Angelique, also dancing on the edge, moaned in sympathy. "Chastity's also ready to cum now," the Magister said softly. "It will be difficult to hold her off and I'm in no mood to rush." He chuckled. "I guess I'll have to take preventative measures." Chastity heard a loud crack, then yelped as she felt a sharp burn on one cheek of her ass. She tried to pull up her head, but Angelique's grip on her hair was unrelenting. 'He hit me!' she thought in complete surprise. 'That fucking hurt!' With another loud crack he smacked the other cheek of her ass. She gasped with the burn. His fingers dug into the welts he'd delivered and Chastity hissed with pain. "That ought to hold her off for a while," said the Magister pleasantly. "What a fucking asshole!' Chastity seethed. But he was right, the boiling edge of her lust had backed down to a simmer. Angelique raised her pussy, to Chastity's lips. "Put that tongue back to work, my sweet. I want you to drink every drop." Chastity busied herself and Angelique sighed. Chastity felt hands firm on her hips, then something smooth, warm and blunt pushed at the entrance to her body. The smacks on her ass had curbed her interest, making the muscles contract tightly. He pushed harder and hissed as he stretched her snug opening to accommodate his size. The oil that he had applied plus her prolonged excitement made his entry sudden and deep. She groaned and was shoved forward with the thrust. "Mmm... Very nice," the Magister sighed. He pulled most of his length out, then slid back in. Gripping her thighs to hold her steady, he began to drive his shaft into her more aggressively, and faster. Fucking her relentlessly. She could feel his heavy balls swinging against the stretched flesh of her cunt. Chastity moaned as she felt the rise of her climax begin to send trembling bolts of ecstasy cascading in wave after higher wave through her body, increasing in strength. Her thighs trembled with screaming urgency. Orgasm was building fast to a crushing crescendo. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew loud and frequent. The smell of sex grew thicker and more potent. Angelique's unforgiving grip on Chastity's hair kept her mouth and tongue in place even as the Magister pounded his cock into Chastity's cunt. Angelique's soft cries of enjoyment became desperate. The sweet flow on Chastity's tongue increased. She took one of her fingers and burrowed it deep into Angelique's pussy and stroked the inner walls. Angelique howled and shuddered as she suddenly came. The Magister grunted, hunching over Chastity's back, he shuddered, on the edge of climax. Chastity rolled her hips voluptuously as she felt her own peak approaching fast. He pulled out. Chastity cried out with the loss. The Magister shifted slightly. Chastity felt the blunt head of his cock pressing, seeking entrance against the well-oiled, virgin opening of her ass. "No don't!" yelped Chastity. The hot sweat on her spine turned to ice water. He shoved harder, bruising her soft thighs with his fingers as he held her firm to his invasion. The tight ring of her anus opened. It hurt. It hurt a lot. She cried out. Tears wet her cheeks. And, then he was pushing deeper in and in and in, until he was seated to the hilt. "She's so fucking tight!" he grunted. He pulled slowly back, groaned, then shoved back in and howled as he came, spilling his thick spunk into her bowels. She could feel his cock flexing as he pumped his cum into her ass. He pulled out and shoved in once more, squeezing every drop from his balls. And still Chastity had not come. 'Bastard,' she moaned to herself. 'Asshole fucking bastard.' He finally pulled away and Chastity collapsed on her side, hurt, fury and sexual frustration mixing in her gaze. She could feel his thick cum sliding from her aching ass. A shamefaced Tony brought more damp towels.
Part Six: Reward "I believe that takes care of the rest of Chastity's informal education," The Magister said with a smile as he drew the towel down his body. He flexed as he slid off the altar, then turned to help Angelique down. "I believe so, Magister," agreed Angelique. Tony assisted her with donning her robe. "Excellent. Go inform Mr. Davies that I will sign the recommendation." He groaned pleasurably, then allowed Tony to assist him with his robe. "Congratulations, Chastity," said the Magister. "You have passed your entrance exam." "Entrance exam for what?" she asked. Tony helped Chastity sit up. "What the hell are you talking about?" Tenderly Tony cleaned cum and sweat from her skin with the soft damp towel. She winced from the pain in her ass and the shuddering frustration in her tender pussy. "Your name was advocated to attend 'Ascendant' the academy for Sexual Dominants." The Magister said. "You should be very proud. It takes rigorous testing and several well placed recommendations from alumni to attend." 'A sex college?' Chastity looked at him in shock. 'I don't remember filling out any applications to attend a sex college.' "It's a very exclusive academy," he continued. "'Ascendant' is also a full University." The Magister smiled. "You'll have full-time accredited class-work, in addition to the training you'll receive to sexually dominate appropriate submissives. We'll be very pleased to have you as a student next fall as well as joining us here at the Club." "Joining us?' she repeated. None of this was making any sense. "Why yes." The Magister smiled indulgently. "Tony here is a student of the academy and I'm one of the professors as well as a member of the Board of Directors." Chastity looked at Tony in surprise as he moved to help down. 'This is the college he didn't want to get thrown out of?' "Tony, that won't be necessary," said the Magister. Tony froze. "Chastity has done her penance and passed her exam; she's entitled to her reward. Please remove the rest of your clothing." Chastity and Tony exchanged looks. "Now, Tony," the Magister insisted quietly. Tony dropped his shorts and boxers. He pulled his shoes, then his white socks off and dropped them on his clothes. His body was spare, but solidly muscular, his skin smooth and hairless. Chastity was surprised to see that he had been shaved around his privates as cleanly as the Magister. His long thick shaft was corded with blue veins and rose in a graceful curve to his navel. The full pouch of his ball sack hung naked and tight. Lust slammed Chastity suddenly and powerfully. Desire was a vicious animal clawing to be fed. "Tony, climb on the altar and lay on your back," commanded the Magister. "This is for Chastity. You are not to cum until she has had her fill. I do not need to remind you how disobedience will be rewarded." Tony nodded with a wary glance at the Magister. He climbed up beside Chastity and laid back. His sculpted body gleamed under the colored light falling from the window. His thick shaft curved up and rigid against his lean belly. To Chastity, he looked good enough to eat. She could feel her frustrated and hungry core salivating on her thighs in impatience. "Chastity, he's yours to take," said the Magister softly. He moved away to lean casually against the wall, arms folded. His black eyes glittered as he smiled in anticipation. "If you don't want to do this," Chastity whispered softly, "I'll tell him to 'fuck-off.'" She was shaking violently with an insistent throbbing in her groin. the urge to fuck Tony's rampant cock was overpowering. But, this was Tony. He'd tried to warn her, to help her. The need to cum swamped just about every thought in her head. "Jeezuz no!" Tony whispered back. "God, no! He can be very nasty if you don't do what he says." "But if you don't want to..." "Chastity," he took a deep breath and gave her a trembling smile. "I want you to take me." He gripped her hand, then tenderly kissed it. "I've been wanting you so bad it hurts." He smiled. "Please, fuck my brains out." "If you would rather stay the weekend, it can still be arranged," said Father Gregor from the shadows. "Fuck him now, Chastity." Chastity, glanced anxiously at the smiling Magister then hurriedly, straddled Tony's hips on her knees. She took the heat of his pulsing shaft in her palm and centered the blunt head against the slavering mouth of her cunt. Her body reacted as though it were on ravenous fire. She looked into Tony's eyes. He smiled and cupped her ass in his warm palms. She leaned over him and touched her lips to his. His mouth opened, their tongues entwined and they kissed hungrily. She dropped down hard, sliding him into her hot wet and hungry depths. She sank to the hilt and they both groaned. She writhed with the delicious sensation of his cock stretching and filling her. "Tony, this is not going to take long," she whispered, trembling as her body flared with fierce urgency. "Good," he groaned, "'cause you feel so awesome I know I can't take much," he grinned. She leaned up, pressing her hands against his chest, against the tight peaks of his male nipples and rocked forward. She gasped and he gasped beneath her. He reached up and cupped her breasts, pulling lightly on her tender nipples. He drew her to his mouth and suckled on her nipple. The sensation was delicious and immediate. Pleasure arced straight to her clit and she whimpered. She rocked forward and dropped down again, and again,, then again. His cock slid out,, then up into her snug cunt with wet sucking sounds. The fire-fall of ecstasy peaked sharply and swiftly. Needing more, craving more, she rose up and fell suddenly and viciously, grinding herself on his swollen shaft.. Aggressively, she rose and fell again, her tempo increasing in speed and power, fucking Tony for all she was worth. His hips rose to meet her frenzied downward thrusts. The sounds of wet friction were a loud counterpoint to their combined gasps. Sudden violent climax slammed hard and cascaded through her exquisitely, taking her breath and arching her back. "Oh God, Tony!" she screamed. Her body quivered around his shaft as she squeezed him in orgasm. Beneath her Tony howled as he abruptly came. She felt his cock flexing as he poured himself into her willing flesh. She collapsed on top of his sweating body and he embraced her in his strong arms. Their lips sought and met. *** The sun was setting in a blaze of color as Tony led Chastity out of the Club, cleaned, showered and fully dressed in her jeans and white t-shirt. Hand in hand they made their way down the main steps toward the empty parking lot. "So you go to a sex college?" she asked him. "It's a little more involved than just that, but basically, yeah. I'm also majoring in chemistry." He smiled at her shyly. "I see... Um, if you're being trained to sexually dominate others, how come you're following everyone else's orders?" Tony chuckled. "The academy teaches that the best way to learn is through experience. How do you know how something works unless you felt it yourself? Think of it like a science lab. Some of it's cool, some of it's not." "Some science lab." "Yeah I know. Are you going to go?" "I dun'no if I wan'na go to a school where Father Gregor teaches classes." Chastity shook her head in bewilderment. They paused at the arching gates to the parking lot. The empty parking lot seemed to yawn for miles between the violently sexual world here and the safety of home. "Before you go..." Tony took both of her hands, his deep blue eyes staring intently into hers. "Chastity, I uh, really want to get to know you better," he said softly, urgently. "Please come to the academy." "I'll have to see." She bit her lip and looked over toward her waiting father. "If you decide to come, I'll be waiting," he said, then let her go with a soft smile. He turned and disappeared up the stairs and into the darkness of the Club.
Epilogue Chastity looked around, trying to see where her father's car waited to take her home. The white gleam of the Lincoln her father drove was missing but the deeper gleam of a silver mustang waited at the far end, under a streetlamp. As she watched, the headlights came on and it pulled out of the parking space. "Fuck," Chastity swore. She crossed her arms over her breasts. The night was suddenly colder. "Why is it that Rob is always here to get me after these things?" The mustang slowed at the bottom of the steps. "Oh, yeah," she muttered to herself, "he's part of all this shit too." The passenger door opened, flooding the interior with light. "Hey little girl." Rob smiled as he leaned back against the dark leather of the driver's seat. His long black was pinned back in a tight tail and flowed over his shoulder. The strong handsome bones in his face were thrown into sharp relief by the overhead light. One strong, familiar hand gripped the steering wheel of his silver mustang, the other lay across the back of the seat. "What the hell are you doing here?" Chastity snapped. "What does it look like?" Rob rolled his blue eyes heavenward and frowned in annoyance. "We've had this fight before, so just get in the car and I'll take you home." Chastity thought he looked a touch guilty. "So, are you a student or professor at the Academy?" she asked baldly as she climbed into the Mustang. It was ride home with Rob or take a long walk. "Ah, they finally told you," Rob suddenly grinned, looking dark and dangerous as he put the Mustang into gear and pulled from the curb. "You must have passed your exam. Congratulations." "Yeah, whatever..." "I'm a teacher-student. I'm finishing up my degree to become a full time instructor." He glanced at her. "So, who'd you spend time with this time?" he asked. "Magister Gregor," she said. "Ouch. Sick, sick bastard," he sympathized. 'Figures he'd know this guy too,' Chastity thought. "Shit!" she suddenly swore, and beat her fist on her leg in frustration. Rob looked at her and raised his brows in question as they pulled onto the highway. "I forgot to ask who recommended me to go to the academy!" Chastity said. "Whoever they are, they set up the loss of my virginity with you, that class after school with Mr. DuLong and my appointment here." "They should have told you that tonight," said Rob. "There's no reason not to." Chastity shook her head. "It was your father. He's an alumnus. He used to attend the Academy himself." (C) 2002 Morgan Hawke All Rights Reserved. All Wrongs revenged. Word count: 11,103 Penitent (C) 2002 Morgan Hawke morganhawke@mindspring.com
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