Chastity Debauched: Penitent

In Which Chastity has an appointment with the Unholy Father...

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.