1917 06-117 The Rapturous Martyrdom of St. Chastity
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap, busted and broken in by Kadidia, who is now working Chastity over. NOW:
Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose. Well, she dangled almost like a joey or a child, if its hands were still tied behind its back, and instead of a protective pouch, leather straps binding her in place to Kadidia, but leaving her helpless and her nude body exposed.
“What’s happening?!” Chas wailed, and Penny looked back over her shoulder, eyes widening to see her friend staked like a prisoner of Vlad Dracul, her legs spread out and flailing as if the sheer volume of extra flesh inside her was forcing them outwards. Mouing in panic, she swallowed and buried her head back down on Esmeray’s lap obediently, even frantically, as if she might be able to crawl inside Esmeray completely and thereby protect and conceal her vulnerable, wide-open body instead of waiting compliantly and uncovered for whatever Kadidia was inclined to do to her.
“Didn’t you hear your Domina?” Kadidia asked Chastity. “We’re going to see if you’re actually interested enough in your little friend and whether her acceptance of you, will allow your transformation! But because you’re both operatives and pathetic jawari of the succubae, neither of you will be in the driver’s seat. I will. I will be your puppeteer and you’ll be nothing more than my sock-puppet, your shape and rigidity entirely defined by me.”
Laughing, she knelt back down behind Penny, massaging Chastity’s oily skin, and laughed: “Let’s get this where it needs to go before anything happens to it.” Shoving her hips forward, she drove the impaled young man forward, bringing all three of them into connection. Penny squealed as she felt the activity behind her and Kadidia barked at her: “You can do better than that, little girl. Beg like you’ve been panting for Chastity your entire life! Encourage your friend! If you love her, and want her dream to come true, instead of disappointing the succubae, you’ll whine like you did for your Domina.”
“Oh noo!” Penny squeaked in embarrassed horror, eliciting laughter from Kadidia and even Esmeray before she made a couple of choking, gasping sounds and finally managed an unconvincing: “Have me, Chas! Go on, girlfriend! Have at me, please!”
The succubae laughed uproariously and Kadidia bellowed: “More! Come on, show some spirit, Penny! You’d make granite wilt! Call your lover like a siren! Beg for her!”
“Oh! Chastity, baby!” Penny shrieked, digging deep to try and remember every filthy, explicit, outrageous epithet and cry she had heard over the extreme, intense past three days: “C’mon, baby, take me, damn you, you hot sexy bitch!”
“Penny!” Chastity half-gasped in shock, half-cried in passion. “PENNY! Do you—do you really mean it?”
“Of course,” Penny sobbed. “You silly girl. Don’t you know how badly I’ve wanted to feel close to you, that way, again—ever since the first time? I wanted it so badly—I wanted YOU, your lips, your arms Chastity! For so long I’ve felt like I couldn’t even tell my best friend how much I wanted to be closer with her!” Penny began thrusting her hips like a whore, bucking and rubbing against Chastity as hard and as quickly as she could.
“Oh, Penny!” Chastity wept, her passion accompanied by sharp pain as she was flung violently, forward and back, against the harness holding her, her arms aching from their position, her tight bonds, and the rough physics of being used as a bouncy doll with your arms twisted up behind your back and a ship’s mast filling your nethers. “I’ve wanted you for so long!”
“Then prove it!” Penny screamed the challenge, bawling uncontrollably again, surrendering all for what little she could give her friend. “Prove it! Fill me up! Come on, Chas, like she’s doing to you! If you’re going to send me to hell, Chastity—you better make this the ride of your life—no, of my life! The best fuck any little girl has ever been given! Make me yours, Chas, make me yours!”
Chastity shrieked and kicked as she came, obviously finding Penny more than convincing enough, shouting and weeping and apologizing and finally just moaning and murmuring things no one could make any sense of except that she probably truly did love Penny.
Kadidia gasped, straightening up, pulling Chastity off Penny in the process, putting her hands on Chastity’s nipples and roughly playing with her chest as it turned into a lovely pair of breasts and at the same time, feeling her buttocks and hips expanding and pushing in and back on her pelvis as Chastity morphed into a woman in her arms, between her legs, and before her eyes.
Laughing and roaring like a lion, she growled: “That’s a first… I don’t get too many of those anymore!” Reaching forward with one hand, she seized Penny’s hair and dragged her up and onto her back, enjoying her look of shock and alarm with just a little gasp of passion as she forced her down until her shoulders touched the stone, still kneeling and obviously uncomfortable. “Work me, sissy! Before I wear your little friend out!” And then she moved forward, making Penny’s whole world turn dusky and musky and overwhelming and all-enveloping. Swatting Penny, eliciting a satisfying yelp and a prolonged sob as the girl tried to shield her most-sensitive bits, she amplified: “You heard me—“ and then she sighed, enjoying Penny’s response, until—not long afterwards—her growling noises rose into an even louder roar, as, for the third time that ominous day, the vicious cycle of lust and torment triggered an unholy release of power.
Finally, Kadidia fell forwards, ignoring the cheering and excitement of the other succubae, using the girls as her cushion as she collapsed on top of the two smaller girls, pancaking them under her and enjoying her leisure as they whimpered and gasped for breath under her much-greater weight.
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