A Witch Hunt

[wideeyedone]

Abigail

Abigail looked up, startled at the feminine voice. It was Susanna, but not. Her skin almost gleamed and she was swathed in black, her body on display. Susanna had always been a paragon of virture. When mother's chided their daughters it was often said, "If you don't know how to behave look to Susanna". But this Susanna was regal and self assured and somehow in control of this place. She radiated some sort of power. Her golden curls slipping from their plait as she stood in the doorway. If Abigail had ever pictured a witch in her mind, this had been exactly what she had seen.

Abigail tried to cover herself but she couldn't. Her small hands shielded her breasts from view, but for the rest of her there was no modesty. "Do not look upon me Susanna. I am a very wicked girl and i must have this evil purged from me. I do not know what is in store for me, but i must have it purged." There was little that Abigail had ever feared. She grew up hearing the words of God in her home and coming from the thundering voice of her father in the pulpit. But she had been faithful to her father's rules and to God's. But this heat inside her was wickedness and didn't God say if your eye offends you to pluck it out? Surely, this was just like that.

Abigail watched Susanna closely. What had happened to her? She looked so different. Her entire demeanor had changed, there was a richness to her voice, a darkness even. Abigail trembled on the cot before her, and Ned had pulled his mouth away but his fingers were biting into her fresh. She felt as if his fingers would bruise her very bones.

For a moment, Abigail felt another set of eyes on her. But there was no one else in the room. The feeling made her shiver. She felt the eyes of someone watching and wondered if Satan himself was peering into the dark depths of her soul.

 

[poohlive]

Ned turned from beyond this woman's lovely parted legs, seeing Susanna in the doorway, her voice carrying more weight than he body could back up. Ned paused, licking his lips, the flowing juices of Abigail still shiny on them, and got up.

"Susanna, don't do this to yourself. You know not what you're getting into."

Still clothed, his pants held the tent of a very nice hard cock, needing release. Perhaps he would just take out his frustrations on the newly aquired Susanna then. She had taken it upon herself to play some sort of hero in this dungeon. She would pay for that.

He bound to her, three steps before he was standing toe to toe. He had to bend down to look at her, bend down to see what she was, who she was. His hands grabbed at her tiny wrists, rose them above her head, high enough to make them useless, she useless as she looked up at him. His strength, years of working the anvil now paying off.

"I'll take you first. So Abigail can watch what it is like to be raped. I know you were to be saved for Him, but that doesn't allow you to run around here like you own the fucking place. You must be punished, like the whore you are."

His other free hand went to rip at the dress, to reveal her sex to him.

 

[Rockingham]

"She is a witch," The words wormed their way into Abigail's head, coming from behind her. A voice followed by a shadow and then a figure followed. He just watched Susanna and Ned, as Abigail did, but his interest was not with them.

"She knows the evil inside you, boiling your passions even now. She wishes to stop us from getting it out of you. She wants you for herself," He spoke these words silently, his lips almost brushing against her ears, cautious, careful, doing what he could to keep Abigail looking at the encounter.

"It is up to you what you must do, Abigail. Will you take her advice? Look at her, she is so much different now. What happened to the Susanna you sat next to in church? Why does she wear such clothes, take such command?"

His hands itched to run down Abigail's body, but he had to restrain himself. She was so pure, so innocent. Not like Susanna. This one was young, naive, she could be manipulated in a heartbeat to cum screaming god's name and not think it is blasphemy. For surely something that feels so good could not be evil.

Still, he did love playing with the young ones, but he could not help in furthering Abigail's degradation. He had made a promise, and while most of his promises came with particularly large loopholes, he thought it best to play Susanna's deal as straight with her as possible.

Otherwise, their deal would be for nothing, and then that sweetness he longs for inside of her will have disappeared. No, no he mustn't have that. He will not touch, but that doesn't mean he isn't allowed a little fun.

 

[wideeyedone]

abigail

Abigail looked to Susanna. "She is a witch." Those words bounced in her brain. It was true wasn't it? That oily black gown, the command in her voice. No godly woman would speak to a man so. Abigail slid up from the cot and pressed herself to the cool stone of the back wall.

"Susanna,... get behind me Satan. You will not tempt me away from my purging. My father would want me rid of this evil. I will not take the broad, easy road. I will take the narrow, and rocky way to purity. I will not let you coax me from my sanctification. You are the witch and I will not join your ranks. No matter what you say." Abigail had terror on her face as she looked at Susanna. She did not see her as a hero, but as a stumbling block to her salvation. Abigail's sweet face showed every emotion. Could Susanna see just how much she had scared her friend?

The young women had known each other from childhood. Susanna, was a little older than she, always a leader in the playful games of little girls. But Abigail knew that that Susanna was somehow gone. Replaced by this beautiful and deceptive witch.

"Ned, please... don't be swayed from my salvation." Her voice now pleading with Ned, afraid but laced with the beginning of trust. "Or take me to whom you must, but i don't want to join her ranks. I want to be redeemed." Abigail felt a cold touch on her bare arm, but looked down to see nothing there.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Susanna

Susanna watched as Ned rose from between Abigail’s legs; licking his lips, his face slick with saliva and… Abigail.

"Susanna, don't do this to yourself. You know not what you're getting into."

“I do what I must, Ned Bunce.”

Foolishly or not, she unflinchingly stood her ground as he moved in on her. He stood close, too close to her. She could feel his breath on her throat. She was forced to tilt back her head to keep her eyes on him but once made she would not break the gaze. Even as he grabbed her wrists and lifted her arms far above her head, she did not take her gaze from his.

"I'll take you first. So Abigail can watch what it is like to be raped. I know you were to be saved for Him, but that doesn't allow you to run around here like you own the fucking place. You must be punished, like the whore you are."

Even as Ned threatened her, a strange but familiar sound took her attention. It was a soft sound, like a gentle breeze rustling through summer leaves. It was his whisper. He was whispering his dark and deceptive secrets to Abigail. She hung in Ned’s hand, her toes barely touching the dirty stone floor, her body stretched as if on display for him but she virtually ignored him as she strained to hear the words carried by the whisper. She twisted in Ned’s grasp, her body turning a straining her fine-boned wrists as she sought with her eyes what her ears could detect. She could see nothing, nor could she understand his words, they were for Abigail and only Abigail could understand him.

The pressing grip on her hands relaxed by half as his one hand released hers and reached for her gown. Should she struggle or was rape at Ned’s hands to be part of the price she paid for the freedom of the other girls’. Was her defilement by his foul servant what he chose for her? She could not give up; she shifted her weight to one foot and readied to take aim at the tenting in his breeches…

Abigail’s terrified voice, froze Susanna, “Susanna,... get behind me Satan. You will not tempt me away from my purging. My father would want me rid of this evil. I will not take the broad, easy road. I will take the narrow, and rocky way to purity. I will not let you coax me from my sanctification. You are the witch and I will not join your ranks. No matter what you say."

Your father? Susanna almost choked as she recalled the part the Reverend Smythe played at the manor but her outrage quickly turns to sorrow as she realizes Abigail is terrified not of Ned, or The Stranger but of her. The pain comes sharp with the knowledge her friend sees her a witch, as the enemy. Abigail had believed the dark whispers and Susanna was no longer sure she could save her. Abigail must make her own choice.

"Ned, please... don't be swayed from my salvation." Her Abigail’s was voice now pleading with Ned, afraid but laced with the beginning of trust. "Or take me to whom you must, but i don't want to join her ranks. I want to be redeemed."

“Abigail…. Abby… please. If you cannot trust me, do not, but trust no one. This house will meddle with your head, so look into your heart. The answers are there, in your faith.” Susanna speaks quickly but with confidence, she must say it all before it is too late. “Salvation cannot be found any other way. You are not evil, Abby. You have always been good. If your flesh is weak it is because we carry the Curse of Eve, but your heart is strong, your faith is strong. You must be strong, do not succumb to the darkness and the deception.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Abigail began to cry softly. She was a clever girl, but she lived in a world where people spoke the truth. SHe was not used to having to sift through truths and lies. Elmwood's people were god fearing. This was just too much. Abigail slid down the wall. Her knees drawn up to her chest. Her head held in her hands. Her tears streaked down her face. She felt cold all over. The evil was thick in the room. Surely Susannah had brought this cold.

"I want to be free of this evil. I want to be purged." She plead. She held her hands in front of her, as if they were stained. Her delicate body bare and trembling. Her fair skin even paler in the cold.

She tried not to see Ned's crushing grip on her friend. She tried not to see his lust. The word rape hung in the air before her. She closed her eyes and she could almost feel fingers trailing through her hair. It almost felt like when she was a very little girl and her father would pull her into his lap and smooth her hair as he read from his bible and his stories of the martyrs. It had to be more of her wicked mind. The mind tricks that were luring her to evil.

Abigail closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and then another. The door to her cell was wide open and Ned held Susannah in his grasp, but Abigail made no escape. She just waited for redemption.

 

[Rockingham]

"Redemption is here, in this room. It is yours."

He emerged, from the open cell door, his clear face an anomaly, without features or form. He had eyes, yes, but eyes like no one else. They were slanted, sharpened, snakelike, the eyes of a predator never letting anything escape him. He moved behind Susanna, but looking over her shoulder at poor little Abigail on the floor.

"Why don't you purge her?" He spoke to Susanna, as she stood prone, helpless, "She feels this wickedness inside of her, calling to be released. And she wants someone to release it. Why don't you do that?"

His hands moved over her back, body pressing into her Susanna would be taken from both sides now. Ned at the front, pawing deliciously at her sex, and him at the back, whispering deadly tempting words.

"Abigail, if we watched... constant supervision, would you allow Susanna to exhile your witchcraft? A true witch can purge you better than Ned or I here. Allow her to do it, let her nestle between your legs, and take that evil from your body. Susanna will still be doing God's work."

 

[wideeyedone]

"How can she purge me if she is a witch?" Abigail whispered. Her brown eyes intent. She couldn't look away. The Stranger was a beguiling creature, terrifying and alluring all at once. His voice drew her in, smooth and warm. His voice had a wisdom, a richness to it, and now a familiarity.

"I will do what you ask of me. I need to be purged. I am but a lamb that needs a shepherd." Abigail whispered.

Abigail looked at the trio before her. Ned, with his angry muscles and heaving chest, his breath fast and labored. Susanna, her gown torn away, her lovely body held at the mercy of the two men. And the Stranger. Abigail felt as if she knew the stranger, that he might be part of her redemption, a part of her restoration. She saw his authority and trusted it. It felt right and natural to let an authoratative man take charge. It was how she had been raised and it was how life should be. She had heard her father espouse Ephesians enough to know that that is how it was intended to be.

She had to trust Ned and the Stranger. She had to trust them to save her and to save Susanna.

 

[poohlive]

"A funny thing, you giving her advice about not succombing to the darkness. You speak too much, Susanna, and do not back up your words."

He felt the first stirrings of her sex. His finger pressed against her slit, warm and open, the slight part drawing him in further. It felt wet as well. He didn't know if it was just her feeling wet, or something to do with whatever was inside, but right now she felt as hot and ready as Abigail did.

But this new offer was too good to pass up. And Ned always followed who was in charge. He grabbed Susanna by her shoulders, tossing her further into the room.

"You heard her. She wants to be purged. If you don't want me to do it, then it falls to you."

He stood, shoulders square, eyes filled with passionate lust falling between the two girls. First one and then the other, his hunger growing with each look.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Susanna

"I want to be free of this evil. I want to be purged." Abigail implored. Her large eyes filled with tears that spilled down her pale cheeks and she held out her hands as if reaching for help, reaching for Ned. Susanna watched as her friend closed her eyes and… nothing… Abbey closed her eyes and waited ready to accept whatever happened in the name of redemption.

“Abbey, No, please do not give up.” Susanna shook her head, loosening her plaited hair to spilling gold curls. Her attention remained forced on her friend but had her hands been free she would have slapped away the dark distraction of Ned’s probing fingers.

They are trying to divert my attention from Abbey, she thought. She can be saved but they want to keep her here, to use her. Susanna forced down her revulsion, trying to ignore her looming captor and the rough feel of his fingers.

"Redemption is here, in this room. It is yours." His voice and motions were smooth as he moved into the room. The serpent had returned. Susanna felt him at her back, his hands on back, and then his body pressing to hers, pushing her to Ned.

"Why don't you purge her?" He spoke to Susanna, as she hung helplessly in Ned’s grip, "She feels this wickedness inside of her, calling to be released. And she wants someone to release it. Why don't you do that?"

“She is not evil, she is not wicked. The two of you have confused her with your lies.” Trapped between the two hard bodies, she tries to slide away from them but her efforts have little effect against their combined strength. To escape Ned’s fingers she leans back against The Stranger, as if she expects him to protect her from the unwanted touch Ned’s thick fingers.

"Abigail, if we watched... constant supervision, would you allow Susanna to exile your witchcraft? A true witch can purge you better than Ned or I here. Allow her to do it, let her nestle between your legs, and take that evil from your body. Susanna will still be doing God's work."

A sliver of ice moves over Susanna’s skin, and for a moment, she does not think she will ever be able to control the shaking of her body. “I will not.”

"A funny thing, you giving her advice about not succombing to the darkness. You speak too much, Susanna, and do not back up your words."

Her knees nearly buckled as she felt a sudden wave of warmth crash over her cold body. It was either Ned’s grip or The Stranger’s body that kept her from falling to the floor. Her pale cheeks flushed and she breathed in a series of sharp gasps as she tried to take control of her body back from the frightening sensations. She did not know if was her body’s natural reaction to Ned’s touch or another trick but she could not refute what her body was feeling. Time passed slowly for Susanna until she felt she was able to speak again with confidence.

“I have never denied that like all God’s children, I am frail and flawed. I am a woman, born into the sins of Eve and I bear her curse. If my flesh is weak, I cannot control that but I do not mistake sin for evil or flaws for wickedness. I resist the temptation to sin and beg for Our Father’s forgiveness when I fail.” She turned her head, looking back and forth between the two men. “Evil sins without resistance and without remorse, while the faithful seek to return their feet to a higher path.”

"How can she purge me if she is a witch?" Abigail whispered. "I will do what you ask of me. I need to be purged. I am but a lamb that needs a shepherd."

"You heard her. She wants to be purged. If you don't want me to do it, then it falls to you." Ned’s words supported his master’s wishes and taking her by the shoulders, he pushed Susanna into the center of the cell.

Despite her surprise, Susanna did not stumble, she remained on her feet but stooped to gather Abigail’s clothing from the floor of the cell. She spread the gown over her, covering Abigail’s nakedness. Then she smoothed her own dark gown down over her body, she moved slowly and gracefully, as if she had all the time in the world and she covered herself as decently as her torn dress would allow. She knelt down next to Abigail, she dark blue eyes searching the wide brown eyes of her friend, she looks for a trace of hope but sees only despair and defeat.

She had not understood how the how confusing this place could be until she watched them trap sweet Abbey in their web of lies. They used a woman’s every weakness against them, even the simple view that men should be trusted to protect the frail female. They were leading the gentle Abbey with their deceit but she would not help them do it.

“I will not do your evil for you, Ned, nor will I accept the blame for your sins. You will stand before God and be judged for your transgressions, as will I.”

 

[Rockingham]

"Yes," He said, bored in her rantings, only allowed to hear so much about god and sins before it too became nothing more than white noise in the background, "We all know about our sins. This has nothing to do with sins though, this is about our agreement."

He grabbed the back of Susanna's neck, forcing her down on the ground, on her hands and knees. He hung over her, such dominance, power running through her, keeping her still and quiet.

The clothing rushed from Abigail's body, invisible hands driving it away, showing her shame. Susanna was now posed just between the parting of Abigail's legs.

"Our agreement, was for you to save every girl in this place. You wished for them to be saved. This girl wants to be saved."

Each word came thick and husky, from deep within his throat. Dark things lived in there, preying on weak and innocence, even the tone of his voice enticed the ears of those hearing it, driving into the weakness, boring as deep as it was allowed.

"She wants to be purged of her evil. You agreed you would save her, so the purging is left to you. The agreement never said you were to save the girls on your terms. I think, if you wish to be part of God's flock, then you respect the right of free will and choice. This girl chooses to be saved by being purged..."

He felt in this moment like a lawyer, spelling out the letter of their agreement. It came to this, every time. As if people just did not understand what they got themselves into until it was too late. If they could not figure it out, they deserved to be damned.

He pushed her head down further, that much closer to Abigail's open sex, still slightly wet from Ned's earlier attempts, those cunt lips as fragile and beautiful as the bud of a rose.

"Then it is your job to do the purging. Come now, this is what you wanted... this is what happens when you make a deal with me. Surely you understand that by now? You couldn't come dancing with me in the mud and not expect to get dirty, my dear sweet Susanna?"

He did regret this, hated having to force her so early on, to use his technicalities, but he would not be lenient on her. He could not. She chose to be stubborn, thinking she was beyond reproach. He must not show any mercy, must push her to his way, the way it should be.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Susanna

“There is no doubt that I wallow in the filth with you but I will not help you destroy Abigail’s innocence.”

Susanna closed her eyes; she shut out her shame and Abigail’s nakedness. She tried to think but could not, his words were turning her around again, confusing her again. The soft sound of Abigail’s weeping made it harder for Susanna to hold back her own sob but she had to try, she had to concentrate, she had to think.

Finally, a choking sob erupted from between Susanna’s lips as she recognized one hard but irrefutable truth among his lies. For good or evil, right or wrong, Abigail's choice was made in accordance with free will. It was God’s will that Abigail have a will of her own.

His hand holds her head down, while on her knees she bows between Abigail’s legs. With an effort that seems impossible to maintain, she holds in her remaining sobs but cannot check the tears that fall from her eyes. The truth is bitter and as she spoke it, the words seemed to sting her tongue, “I cannot save her if she doesn’t want to be saved. I cannot help her if she does not want what I offer. I cannot purge her, that is a sham, but I have no right to stop Ned, if that is what Abigail has decided.”

Susanna's voice beomes a whisper, "She has a choice, I cannot make it for her. I can only make my own."

 

[wideeyedone]

The room felt ever so cold to Abigail. The male voices in the room cluttered her thoughts. She made no move to get up or to leave. Abigail curled her arms around her belly, trying to get warm. She could feel Susanna's tears drip down onto her skin.

Abigail watched the Stranger and Ned. They looked so intent, so sure of their mission. The Stranger was close to her now. His hands not far from Susanna's frame. Abigail could not look away from him, she could not silence the thoughts that persisted to slide into her brain.

"Free yourself from the evil. Let yourself be purged." Abigail closed her eyes. She succumbed to the voice. She sighed heavily and then felt warmth rush over her body. Everything else seemed to fade for a moment. In that moment she felt as if everything was going to be righted.

 

[poohlive]

"Looks like she's telling you what to do again," It seemed funny to Ned. He'd never seen the stranger act this way before. Such insolence, such disregard and yet no punishment came of it. He had never seen that, not even in his own son's actions.

Although, his son never had cause for acting against his father. A son never should. Susanna apparently did though. She felt something kept this place from getting to her. She shook and cry and still refused.

Maybe that's why he wants her all to himself.

Ned shook his head, moving around Abigail. His hands were over her body, trailing lightly the tears shed on her skin. He moved around her though, grabbing her and keeping her down.

"No, I refuse it. I want to watch you Susanna. I'd much rather watch you save this poor girl."

He held down Abigail, just like the stranger kept Susanna in place. Two men forcing two women together. It fit, didn't it? All appropriate. Ned played his part, he always played his part. Because the right hand of evil got to lick the best table scraps, and his eyes were nothing but pliable, undeniable love a mongrel would have for its owner.

"She wants salvation, and it must be at your hand... or in this case, your mouth."

His eyes sparkled laughter as he forced Abigail's legs open wider, her cunt pushing that much closer into Susanna's face.

 

[Rockingham]

"Abigail has decided on you," He spoke, calm and reassuring as he watched a flood of warmth enter her body. It must have run all over her, dancing up and down her skin, pouring into the small confines. She bathed in it, writhing gently. She seemed a nymph caught, playful in the act of submission.

For Susanna, the act of submission was anything but playful.

"She had made her choice, and so have you I'm afraid. You made a deal with me, and you must abide by it, just as I must."

The force of her tried his patience. He only used enough to keep her down there, close to this enticing display of feminity. How he wished to taste it himself, how sweet it must taste, like morning dew taken from the first blades of grass. Could it be any sweeter, any more delectable?

Only Susanna, only Susanna's would taste sweeter, and only the first time as well. After that it will have lost something. How sad.

But still, he would not allow her to break her own promise. That is not the way here, that is not how it worked. He forced her down just a bit further, those pussy lips could be kissed now. She was close enough to run her tongue along them, purge into those pink folds, taste a nectar hardly ever touched upon.

"This is not a negotiation. You negotiated, we dealt and these are your terms. Do not make me go back on our deal, I would hate to see these cells once more filled with poor innnocent girls just like Abigail here, waiting to be purged by Ned and myself... over and over and over again."

 

[brigid_fitch]

Temperance....finally!

Temperance stared into the fire, watching the flames dance and the sparks float up the chimney like so many lost souls. Many times, it seemed, the flames took on the forms of young girls and she helplessly watched them writhing in both agony and lust. The young widow could no longer tell the difference between reality and fantasy, tangible or illusion. She was dimly aware of a scuffle on the other side of the room--Richard speaking roughly to a woman in black who dangled from his grasp--but it did not concern her. Just like the rest of the day's events, it was beyond her understanding. All she could remember was being in the orchard one moment, utterly lost to the world the next.

A young girl's scream shook her from her thoughts. At first, she thought it had emanated from the girls in the fire, but it had come from behind a wall. It had echoed faintly, suggesting a stone surrounding. She strained to hear more, to discern what it could be and its source, but no more sound came. Temperance focused on the wall from behind which the scream had come and she could have sworn she saw it shimmer. She watched more intently and found she was not mistaken--the wall indeed seemed to undulate. Her curiosity got the better of her and she rose from the hearth, walking over to the wall whose movements reminded her of breathing. With an outstretched hand, she reached to feel it, only for it to stop as soon as she touched it. Then, to her amazement, it suddenly seemed to split, peeling open soundlessly until a doorway was formed. Behind it, a dark corridor lay before her--one of cold, filthy stone. Temperance stood, unmoving, unsure of what to do, until she heard voices. She could not make out any words, but then his voice, Richard's voice, floated up to her from the depths. And she blindly followed it.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Susanna

"This is not a negotiation. You negotiated, we dealt and these are your terms. Do not make me go back on our deal, I would hate to see these cells once more filled with poor innocent girls just like Abigail here, waiting to be purged by Ned and myself... over and over and over again."

His words were all that mattered, his words and the implicit threat they carried. She could refuse to follow his command and accept any punishment he gave her, she could fight the hand forcing her down, she could ignore words of his loyal dog, but she could not risk the cells reopening to admit new victims. Abigail was making her choice, she was being led by lies, but the decision was still hers, others he might not give a choice. He had already broken their agreement, and she knew the only thing that she could trust was his willingness to make true his threats.

Susanna had no choice. Held, as they were by Ned and his Master, so close that they nearly touched, Susanna could not avoid inhaling the overwhelming scent of arousal that Ned had drawn from Abigail. Susanna shook her head, settling her hair around her face and veiling her shame behind a curtain of gold. Her limbs tightened, her muscles tense, as the resolve of her mind stiffened her body.

Susanna whispered, "Please, forgive me."

Apprehensively, Susanna opened her eyes to view Abigail’s unabashedly revealed sex. Her mouth opened and her slick pink tongue pushed past her lips as she lowered her head between Abigail’s legs. Carefully, she moved her tongue along the cleft of Abbey’s sex, not pushing, not yet exploring, but sliding along the slit with tentative care. She did not know what she was supposed to do but was afraid of what the answer would be if she asked. Gently moving back and forth, she delicately licked until slipping her tongue between the pink lips seemed as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Within those folds, Susanna continued her uneasy explorations, terrified she would hurt Abigail’s softest flesh.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abby mewled like a kitten as Susannah's tongue slipped inside of her. Her breath, warm and soft, brought shivers through her body. Abby's back arched off of the cold stone floor. Abigail looked to the Stranger and Ned. Ned's mouth was open as he watched. Abigail's petite hands were clenched in fists. Her eyes looked to the Stranger in confusion.

"The heat, the wickedness is getting no better. It is getting worse. It is consuming me." She whimpered. Her breath quickening. Her whimpers giving way to more primal sounds. Moans filled her throat.

Abigail shivered and writhed under Ned's hands. His heavy, large hands pressing her down, keeping her in place for Susannah's soft mouth. Every feather light delicate touch from Susanna was like torture, stoking up the fires within her and those fires never being put out. Unknowingly, Susannah's touch was tormenting Abigail.

"Please..... please" Abigail begged, not even sure what she was begging for.

 

[poohlive]

"I know," Ned said, comforting her as best he could, "There is a lot of evil inside of you. She is getting it out, bringing it to the surface. Such a touch does that."

He showed her, as his forceful hands moved from holding her down to touching her. They ran along her neck, down her stomach, up to her breasts. He kneaded them, the flesh pushin back against him. Her nipples already hard, seemed to respond to his every touch. He would pinch them, roll them along his fingers, tease them into a hot fiery passion.

Then he kissed her. A longing desirable kiss. He caught a moan inside of her throat. Harsh lips pressing together, his tongue coming to taste her.

He bent down to catch a nipple in his mouth. Sucking it in, licking it, playing with it, knowing just what she needed.

 

[wideeyedone]

abigail


Every muscle in her body was taut. Her legs open and drawn up, showing her sleek muscles. Her arms were stretched above her head. Silky dark tresses framed her ivory face. Her eyes were wild with bewilderment. The adoration in her eyes was for Ned, there was no mistaking it. But she couldn't help but look to the Stranger. His eyes fueled her, made her want this purging to come forth. She heard herself crying out.

She was shocked as her hips forced their way up, pushing her delicate wet folds against Susannah's face. Ned's warm fingers and then his mouth teased her body. Abigail writhed on the floor. She looked trapped between agony and ecstacy. She was too sheltered to know what was happening, but her body sought it. Her body ached for release.

Ned's mouth closed on her turgid nipple. Then it happened. The heat, the ache inside her bubbled up so strong that it broke forth. She felt herself get even wetter against Susannah's tentative mouth. She heard the scream that broke through her throat and then as the waves of heat washed over her, her heart sank. For the heat was quickly replaced with shame and the wickedness had not left her at all.

 

[Rockingham]

His grip loosened. After that first tender lick, the touch of sweet tongue against virgin cunt, he knew he could back off. What had been done was done. He had tempted them both, and they fell, sweet and lucrid, they fell.

His eyes bore into Abigail's as she lay in the middle of this assault. Tender licking from below, and harsh touch from above. He never touched Abigail, but his eyes pierced through hers, grazed against her soul, leaving her warm and caressed like no other.

The orgasm swept through her, quick and needful. By then he had let go of Susanna's neck. She still lay there, nestled between the legs, licking and sucking and pushing her tongue in further. A wave of juices must have just washed into her mouth.

Another scent caught him though, whiffing his way from the wonderful aroma of a woman's first orgasm. He paused, looking back, seeing those nervous eyes catch him from the doorway. At once he stood next to her, catching her nervousness and feeding off of it.

"And what is it that you want, Temperance? You've been so quiet as of late. Did you come here to see Abigail's torture? I think she rather liked it... would you like to be next? Susanna has gotten a real taste for female flesh."

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Susanna

"And what is it that you want, Temperance? You've been so quiet as of late. Did you come here to see Abigail's torture? I think she rather liked it... would you like to be next? Susanna has gotten a real taste for female flesh."

Susanna heard the Stranger’s voice and she shifted her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before sitting up between Abigail’s legs. Carefully, while trying to shield her, she moved to Abigail’s side, opposite of Ned. She cast him only a quick glance, she sought to feel sorry for him but could only feel disgust at his choices. Susanna slowly reached out her other hand, seeking Abigail’s and wrapping one small hand around another. She wanted to tell Abigail that it was not too late; that it was never too late to ask for the Lord’s mercy but she feared Abigail had already made her choice, too. She knew no good had been done to Abigail and her heart whispered silent prayers for forgiveness. She begged God to understand her motives and show Abigail the Light. Kneeling, as if in prayer, she leaned down and kissed Abigail on the forehead, and murmured, “The Heavenly Father loves you, Abigail, as long as you love Him he will forgive you.”

Finally, Susanna turned to the beautiful widow standing in the doorway, the Stranger -her Richard- was already at Temperance’s side. Her first thought was to spit an immediate refusal but, for once, she bit her tongue and kept silent. The taste of Abigail on her lips was a heady reminder of her own sin and again she tried to wipe her mouth clean.

He said Temperance made own deal, a deal that could not involve her. Her mind raced with refusals, arguments, and prayers but she remained silent.

Oh, merciful Father, may my every cross be sanctified, every loss be gain, every denial a spiritual advantage, every dark day a light of the Holy Spirit, every night of trial a song.

 

[wideeyedone]

Abigail

Abigail drew herself up. She leant against the cold stone wall. Her knees drawn up, her face in her hands. And the tears came, hot tears slid down her cheeks.

"It is no better, the wickedness was gone for one brilliant moment and now it is back. It is like a hunger. Please.... what have I done?" She tried to curl her body up to cover her nakedness, a nakedness she had reveled in just moments before. She indeed felt haunted by the curse of Eve.

She looked up to Ned and the Stranger. What would become of her? Ned's eyes looked full of the same desire, the same lusts. The Stranger was unreadable. His eyes had delved inside of her just as tangibly as Susannah's tongue had delved inside her. She had felt his heat and his thoughts brush across her soul.

"Help me" Abigail whispered. She didn't know who she was begging for help, it wasn't a prayer exactly. Just a plea. Her eyes met Ned's. "Please."

 

[brigid_fitch]

Temperance

The cell was rank and filthy, but seemed to be the only one occupied. Temperance thought she heard sounds from an adjoining cell, but was too distracted by the scene she had stumbled upon to investigate further down the corridor. The young widow watched with a mixture of curiosity and horror as the woman in black, whom she thought looked vaguely familiar, was held firmly between young Abigail Smythe's legs. The reverend's daughter writhed in pleasure, despite the anguish in her voice--there was no mistaking her body's responses. The Stranger held the woman firmly by the neck as Ned Bunce watched, practically drooling at the spectacle laid out before him.

"And what is it that you want, Temperance? You've been so quiet as of late. Did you come here to see Abigail's torture? I think she rather liked it... would you like to be next? Susanna has gotten a real taste for female flesh."

Richard's voice shook Temperance from her stupor and she slowly turned to meet his gaze. Those hideous eyes, boring through her, again reminded her why she was here. Temperance looked again to the cot and saw that it was indeed Susanna who was clad in black, who had only moments ago committed an unforgivable sin by laying with another woman. A pang of guilt and regret shot through her--Temperance had made her choice, had given up her soul for the promise of her Richard. But Susanna? What could have transpired to bring such a bright soul so low?

Turning back to Richard, Temperance drew herself up, trying desperately to call back her former confidence.

"You know full well what I want," she replied with bravado. "You brought me here with a promise. I would see that promise fulfilled." She tried to stop her trembling, tried to sound brave and resolute, ignoring his suggestion that she lie with Susanna, too. That was almost too much to bear and she fought to push the image out of her mind. She focused on her Richard, of their times together, of the laughter they shared; she knew the Stranger could somehow see her thoughts and concentrated on them in hopes of reinforcing her request. She could not think of the others in the cell--of Ned and his obvious erection, Abigail's reedy voice begging for help, or Susanna's look of shame and disgust. To do so would distract her and possibly the Stranger and she could not have that. Temperance had given up so much--everything, in fact--in order to have her Richard back. And she refused to be denied any longer.

 

[Rockingham]

"I don't make promises Temperance. Only deals. I thought you of all people would know that by now."

His eyes dipped in firelight, pooling the flicker and deep blackened pitch that rose beneath him. They even turned a shade of blue, for a moment those loving eyes Richard had always looked upon her with. On the day of their marriage together, how he looked at her, how intense, with those eyes so blue you could smell the ocean, hear the waves throwing themselves upon the sand.

Then the blue faded, and only darkness remained.

"And I'm not sure if I should continue our deal Temperance. You see, Susanna has made a promise to free all of the girls here. Susanna made her deal with me before ours could be finalized. She has something with which to bargain, her innocence. To someone like me an innocent girl is very rare."

He let his finger curl around her neck, tracing the line where her vein ran down, her life's blood flowing through it. He could feel it, her heart drumming inside of that. Did it drum faster, knowing only a thing piece of skin kept her from bleeding to death, knowing his razored fingernail was so close.

"I am afraid I can not help you. At least, not by myself. You would also have to convince Susanna. She and I have a special contract now, and I am not allowed to corrupt any more souls. I am however, still allowed to save them, of their own free will."

The thin line between salvation and corruption, he danced upon it readily.

"Talk to Susanna. Convince her you need your Richard back, that it will save you."