CHASTITY IN PERIL

By

Cassandra Masters

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CHAPTER ONE

            There was no one in the bus station’s ladies room.  Chastity wasn’t surprised.  It was six in the morning and she’d been the only passenger to get off her bus.  Just to be sure, she checked the stalls.  They were all empty. 

            Satisfied that she had privacy, she set her carryall beside a sink.  After fifteen long hours on the bus, what she really needed was a good hot bath but at least she could freshen up and change.  She’d travelled in her second best dress.  It’d been modest when her Aunt Amy had bought it for her twelfth birthday, five years before.  Meanwhile, Chastity had shot up six inches and developed.  Now, it barely reached her slender young thighs and strained over her budding breasts and shapely hips.  The boys back in Five Corners might have liked the way it looked on her but it wouldn’t do for a job interview.  Her new dress was neatly folded in her bag.  

            She popped the buttons down to her waist.  Her dress burst apart in a wide deep vee.  The gingham spread so far that her pretty pink nipples were only just covered.  Her breasts were quite large, but high, firm and widely separated.  She knew they looked nice because guys had been saying so ever since she’d grown them.  The first time had been when Jim had lured her into the hayloft and given her a dollar just for showing them to him.  For another two, she’d have let him touch but he was down to his last fifty cents and she wasn’t that cheap.  The way he’d gone red and clutched himself was better than a dollar so since then she’d shown them off ‘accidentally’ from time to time.  Of course, that was all before she’d met Chad at the Agricultural Fair when she was fourteen.  He’d claimed her the moment he set eyes on her.  He said her eyes were the colour of Kentucky bluegrass and her hair was the colour of honey.  She’d been thrilled.  Until he found out how old she was and vowed to wait until she was sixteen.  Even that hadn’t been that difficult until she discovered he meant wait until she was sixteen to date. 

            Turned out Chad agreed with her Aunt Amy, who’d always said she should live up to the purity of her name.  But it was hard.   Her conscience had been fighting her desires for ages and Chad hadn’t helped ease the pain at all.  At the same time he’d dragged his feet on marriage so long she’d started to wonder if he was even the marrying type. Where did that leave her?  Days spent rising at five am to slop pigs for Bert Sandford, always remembering to pretend to be grateful for the work. Weekdays spent with Aunt Amy, pretending to be interested in the planting, tending, harvesting and canning of vegetables.  Friday nights at the drive-in, exchanging hugs and kisses with her boyfriend of three years while all around them other young couples filled the night air with the moans and grunts of frenzied mating.  Pretending to be above such behaviour while inside she ached with need.

            The boys in Five Corners may not have seen her breasts for a few years but they hadn’t forgotten the sight.  Behind Chad’s back they flirted and leered at her, trying to lure her into bed.  She’d always known that it was only a matter of time before her conscience lost and recently she’d realized surrender was imminent.

            Rather than sully her name and bring shame to her Aunt and her boyfriend, she’d decided to head to the city.  And now at last Chastity could open her arms and say hello to adventure. She buzzed with excitement.  She was free, and it felt fabulous, even if the price of her freedom had been saying goodbye to Aunt Amy, Five Corners, and Chad.

            If only he hadn’t been so darn good.  Chastity blinked back the sudden tears that sprang to her eyes. This was no time for daydreaming.  What she needed was a wash.  The ladies’ room was equipped with sinks, with running hot and cold water, and liquid soap, and with two of those hot air dryers she’d learned to use at the bus’s first stop, but with no washcloths.  She’d have to improvise.

            Chastity reached up under her dress and pulled her second best panties down.  A little liquid soap, a rub between her hands, and they were pretty clean.  More soap, and they became a washcloth.  Chastity scrubbed her face, rubbed between and around her breasts and slid her soapy panties inside her dress to get to her left armpit.  That, of course, popped her left breast completely free.  Her wrist jiggled it as she soaped.  The bobbing felt so good that Chastity couldn’t resist.  Pretending to herself that she was just washing thoroughly, she tweaked her nipple between cotton-covered finger and thumb.  The pink bud responded.  She rolled it and shuddered. 

            No!  No time to play! 

            Chastity quickly mopped her other armpit, rinsed and resoaped her panties, lifted her dress the full four inches it took to expose her sex and set to cleansing herself between her legs.  She had to poke two cotton-clad fingers inside herself for cleanliness sake.  She wasn’t playing, really.  It wasn’t her fault that her secret button started to swell and throb.

            Clacking footsteps sounded outside the door.

            Chastity flopped her wet panties into the sink and started to do up her dress as quickly as she could, even though she had to squish her rebellious breasts almost flat to get the buttons to the buttonholes.

            The door crashed open.  Three tough-looking girls sauntered in.

            ‘Well, look what we found!’ the tall redhead exclaimed.

            The three spread out as if wandering aimlessly but Chastity could feel the menace in their attitude.  The chubby one with tattoos all over her arms paused directly behind Chastity.

            ‘Fresh off the bus?’ the thin redhead asked.

            Chastity nodded, biting her lip.

            ‘Then we must give you a proper big-city welcome.’

            The chubby one reached around Chastity, grabbed her wrists and dragged them behind her.  Chastity struggled but the girl seemed as strong as a man.

            ‘I’ve got no money,’ Chastity protested.

            ‘We’ll see for ourselves.  Spike!’

            The third girl, Spike, likely named for the prongs of electric blue hair that stood up all over her head, snatched Chastity’s bag.

            ‘Please?’ Chastity moaned.

            Spike upended Chastity’s bag.  Her new dress, $50 on sale at the Emporium, her best panties, her nail scissors, her almost-new lipstick and her change-purse fell out.  Chastity’s entire possessions were exposed.

            Spike opened the purse.  ‘Twenty bucks and some small change,’ she sneered.

            The redhead snarled, ‘Bitch!  She’ll just have to make it up by being nice to us, then, won’t she.’

            The one whose grip was cutting off the circulation in Chastity’s wrists giggled.  ‘Yeah – party time!’

            The redhead gripped Chastity’s face and squeezed.  ‘Show us your tongue!’

            Terrified, Chastity poked her tongue out.

            ‘Nice!’ Spike said.  ‘I like ‘em long and pointy.  Make her lick my bum, Rene!’

            ‘You’ll get your rim-job later.’  To Chastity, she said, ‘Open wide.’

            Confused, Chastity parted her lips.  Rene, the redhead, spat, right into Chastity’s mouth.  Chastity’d had boys’ saliva in her mouth before, from kissing, but this was different.  This was humiliating!  Her throat worked in reflex.

            ‘She swallows,’ Rene said.  ‘I bet the guys back home like that, don’t they?’

            Chastity managed to squeeze out, ‘I don’t know.’

            ‘Right!  You’re such an innocent little thing, aren’t you?  I bet you’re a virgin.’

            Chastity tried to nod but gasped instead.  Rene’s hand was inside her dress, squeezing her breast, which hurt, but not as much as the thumb and finger that were crushing and twisting her poor nipple.

            Past Rene, Chastity could see Spike, who had her panties in one hand and her nail scissors in the other.  She tried to protest but Rene’s mouth was on hers, her teeth gripping Chastity’s tongue and her own tongue slavering all over it.

            ‘She a good kisser?’ the chubby one behind her asked.

            ‘I’ll teach her,’ Rene gritted.  Her fingers worked, jolting pain through Chastity’s breast.  Her mouth sucked, straining Chastity’s tongue till it ached.  The redhead came in close and worked a denim thigh between Chastity’s, forcing them apart. 

            In a blur, Chastity could hear ‘snip-snip.’  Her poor panties!

            Rene’s hand followed her thigh.  Hot fingers found the cool flesh of Chastity’s pussy.  Chastity writhed and twisted but the only effect her struggles had was to rub her bottom against the chubby one’s thrusting pubes.  Her mind spun.  Aunt Amy had warned against boys who might try to force her but Chastity had never dreamed she might be raped by a girl!  ‘Unnatural lust!’  She’d heard that expression over and over.  Aunt Amy had once caught her with her fingers busy between her legs and a tattered edition of Vogue open to a picture of two half-naked women embracing.  ‘Unnatural lust,’ was what her Aunt had shrieked at her with every blow from switch.  After, she hadn’t been able to walk without wincing for a week.  From that day on, Chastity had averted her eyes from every lingerie or bikini ad they fell on.  If she happened to dream of silken limbs or lush cleavages, she woke in a sweat.  Wanting a man was one thing, but wanting the touch of a woman proved there was evil in her. 

            But now that very evil was being forced on her!

            Fingers parted and entered her pussy hole.  A thumb rubbed her button.  Despite herself, Chastity found herself moistening.

            When Rene released her tongue, Chastity whimpered, ‘Take what you like but please leave me alone!’

            The fingers rammed deep, into a place no boy had ever explored, no matter how she’d craved that sweet violation.  A tempestuous ocean of panic rose up from Chastity’s tummy.  The pain in her nipple – the ache in her tongue – the assaults on her poor clit and inside her pussy – it was too much!  For a moment Chastity thought that she’d go mad, but then something clicked in her head.  She couldn’t fight the raging tide of guilt but she could ride it.  Her mind disconnected.  She became nothing.  All that was left was her body; a jangling puppet that sucked in the pain, the degradation, and yes, even the forbidden pleasure.  If she was going to be subjected to unnatural lust, it was only right that it hurt!

            Her torso still twisted, but not to free her nipple from those sadistic fingers.  She tugged to increase the sweet agony.  Her hips still bucked, but not to escape the redhead’s probing fingers.  Suddenly she was desperate to be impaled.

            ‘She likes it,’ Rene sneered.

            ‘Fist the bitch,’ Spike suggested.  ‘See if she likes that!’

            ‘Hold her tight,’ Rene ordered the tattooed girl who still held Chastity’s wrists.  She dropped to a squat without withdrawing the fingers that were stretching her victim’s sex.

            Past Rene, Chastity saw Spike drop her panties, shredded, into the sink, and pick up her dress.

            ‘No!’ Chastity moaned, unsure whether she was pleading for her dress to be spared, or her pussy.  ‘Please, no!’

            The scissors snipped.  Rene’s arm braced.  The chubby one forced Chastity’s bottom forward with her pubes. 

            ‘If she is a virgin,’ Rene threatened, ‘I got the cure right here!’  She pulled her hand back and bunched her fingers.

            Spike said, ‘I’ve got a better idea.  There’s a Coke machine outside.  I’ll be right back.  We’ll pop her cherry good.’

            Chubby griped both of Chastity’s nipples and rotated them in opposite directions, winding them into obscene spirals of agony.  Rene heaved Chastity up by her thighs, onto the counter.  A hand grabbed Chastity’s hair and dragged her head back into a sink.  Someone turned the water on.

            ‘A nice wash, and she’ll do as she’s told,’ Rene said.

            Water gushed over Chastity’s face, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.  She tried to kick but strong arms held her thighs, and wrenched them apart.  Something cold and hard pressed against her quim.

            Oh no!  Coke machine!  They planned to rape her with a Coke bottle?  That wasn’t possible, was it?   What would it feel like, that thick hard glass, being forced into her delicate virgin quim?  It’d have to be agony, and likely ruin her forever.  Now she’d never know the joy of surrendering her maidenhood to her true love, whenever she found him.  Chastity tried to speak, to beg, to promise to be good, but the jet of water filled her mouth. 

            The loud sigh of air brakes outside announced the arrival of a bus.

            ‘Fuck!’ Rene spat.  ‘Time to split!’

            The three teens rushed out the door, hurling curses back at Chastity.   Then they were gone.

      Chastity clambered off the sink and stared into the mirror.  She still looked like the same girl – wet-faced and bedraggled  – but the same.  She didn’t feel the same, though.  No matter, she was still a virgin, technically.  She hadn’t come all this way to be deflowered by a girl. She checked in the mirror again.  Through a maelstrom of emotion she felt she’d changed forever, but she still looked the same.        

      She mopped her face with the ruins of her best clothes and dumped them into a bin.  Flat broke, naked but for her old dress and worn boots, Chastity plodded out of the washroom and into her new life in the big city.