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CHASTITY

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Jul 31 2015, 01:55 AM
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If there was anything the Nobles knew how to do it was throw a party. Chastity had been to many of them, she was the ‘entertainment’. They’d buy girls out for the night with the understanding that any of the guests could do whatever they’d like to them. And so she’d sip champagne and indulge in their savory and sweet delights until someone carted her off to a back bedroom. Whoever it was would usually flop on her like a fish for a few minutes before finishing and then leave her to clean herself up. If she was really lucky they’d just ask for a quick blow, that always took much less time to clean up after. But rarely was it ever enjoyable. Of course, Chastity had a very specific set of turn-ons. It was twisted, maybe. She was demented, perhaps. But she liked it interesting. She thrived off of erotic asphyxiation, she liked it when there were bruises and bitemarks the morning after. And if he made a tear fall from the pain even better. Most nobles, though, were either white bread or pedophils when it came to bedroom habits. <p>

Chastity finished up with the white-bread john that had led her to a bedroom and then made her way back out to the main floor. She grabbed a flute of champagne and knocked it back, putting the glass back on the tray and then taking another. Her hair fell in waves around her face and her dress left just enough to the imagination. Someone took her hand and then she was dancing. She drank the champagne again and handed off the glass again as someone else took her hand and she was spinning in a new man’s arms. <p>

Her thoughts turned to her husband and she smiled to herself when she thought about how pissed off he would be to know she was there. It would make him sick with rage if he knew all of the hands that would be touching her, the men that would make their deposit inside of her and then leave without a thought as to who she belonged to. Belonging was an illusion she kept up with Justice, though. As long as he was convinced that she was his then she could have her cake and eat it too. Whether she wanted Justice exclusively was a thought she didn’t like to give much credence to. That would call for too strict of a lifestyle change and she’d never been just his. Her body had always, even from when she was a little girl, been for the use of everyone around her. <p>

The men stopped spinning her and turned their attention to another girl and for a moment she had a reprieve. Looking across the room her eyes landed on a familiar face. Casey was his name and he was a Reaver, like Justice. He was a celebrity of sorts and she made her way across to him, whether pulled by his magnetism or her own curiosity she didn’t know. When she finally reached him she glanced at the bar he stood next to him, “Mind helping a girl get a drink? I’d wave at the bar tender myself but my hands have already been working so hard tonight, I’m not sure they could do even that.”
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Chastity couldn’t sleep. <p>

There had been a time in her life when sleeping without Justice’s arm over her was strange but now the opposite was true. She laid in the dark, listening to him breath, or what felt like hours. Ever since he’d found her she’d done everything she could to get a moment of solace. Not that she didn’t love Justice, she did, in some strange and twisted way what they had was lovely and she knew that no one else could ever fill that place inside of her that he filled. But She was beginning to grown tired of him, of his drama and ranting about getting them all together again. When he’d get drunk it was all he’d talk about in between fucking her raw and ordering people around. It was almost like they were home again. <p>

But it wasn’t home. It wasn’t the Coven, they’d escaped all of that. Started new lives in the Mojave separately and coming back together felt strange. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning she turned over to face her lover. He was so vulnerable when he slept. Especially when he slept with her beside him. He always let his guard down when he was with her. She reached up and slid her hand onto her neck, feeling the blood pump through his body. There was a knife on the nightstand. How easy it would be to snuff his life out. Many people would thank her, she knew. <p>

Chastity pushed herself up on one elbow and looked at it. She even leaned over him and reached for it but the movement woke him. He caught her around the middle and pulled her back down and beneath him. They fucked again before he went back to sleep and again she was left staring in the dark. She drifted off at some point, though she couldn’t quite recall when. She felt the bed move when he got up to leave and she’d heard his voice but the words couldn’t be made out through her dreams. But she slept soundly after that. She didn’t wake up again until the sun was pouring in through his dark curtains. <p>

She pulled herself from the bed. Her arms stretched over her head and she went to the window, peering down at the strip. Thin fingers picked up the slip from the chair it’d been draped over the night before and pulled it on over her frame. The mirror was her next destination and she stood in front of it fixing her hair and face. If she was anything it was prideful. And with Justice gone she could slip out to freedom for a few hours, perhaps find Lilith and update her on the situation. She was leaning into the mirror when the door opened and her heart fell. But when she glanced at it in the mirror it wasn’t Justice that came through. <p>

Her heart started to beat faster as she recognized the man that had joined her. She turned to face him, her translucent slip the last thing on her mind as she stepped toward him, “No way. He got to you too?” Chastity stepped toward her brother and stopped just about a foot from him, “I had hoped you’d at least get away.”


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So, I've got a thing this weekend. I probably won't be around until late sunday, maaaaybe not until monday. Just wanted to let you all know. :)
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The world was not the same. Sounds were muffled, like hearing them with your head underwater. The already dull colors that made up Salem were duller. Even the air didn’t quite taste the same. It was grief, she knew. And she hated it. Grief was a feeling and feelings weren’t a thing Chastity had any business having. It had surprised her when she’d woken up the morning after it and noticed that creeping sense of dread at the back of her mind. A wave of nausea had come over her suddenly and she quickly fell from the bed she shared with her ‘husband’ to empty the contents of her stomach into the trash can nearby. She had sat for a long moment there, hugging the waste bin to herself and wondering if perhaps she could smother the feeling before movement in the bed brought her to her senses and she’d gone on with her day. <p>

But even still, the world was not the same.<p>

The day after had been the worst. She couldn’t focus on even the simplest of tasks, things that would have taken minutes the day before were taking hours. She missed whole pieces of the few conversations she had and anytime she’d try and eat something it refused to stay down. The next day was easier, though. She still didn’t have an appetite and sometimes her mind would drift but she could speak, which was more than she’d been able to do the day before. Another day passed and things got better. It had been a week since the infant was born, four days since it’s premature death. And with a week postpartum passed she would need to be seen by someone just to be sure she was healing well enough to get back to the abuse the men and women of Salem seemed to love to dish out. <p>

There was the issue of the burn, as well. It was bad and she’d crudely bandaged it as best she could. Her hand had gotten too close to the flames and her pinky and ring finger had suffered. She’d need to go to the heretic for something to soothe the pain. Patience would be there if she timed her day right. Her brother in strife, though his burden was much more than hers. He was the bastard child of a woman already hated by the community and then to be labelled with the other six…. She did not envy him. Even the punishment and berating she would get for choosing to end her child’s life would not compare to some of the things she knew her brother had endured and still would. And some of it would come from her, she knew. Chastity’s heart was softened to Patience but even she did not have the backbone to defy Justice. She put on a good show when the abuse came, hiding fear and pain with ease, but Chastity knew she would never actually stand up to Justice. She belonged to him and she would be loyal to him despite it all. Even at the expense of her brother. <p>

Her feet carried her to the home of the heretic and when she reached up to knock on the door her fist fell heavy on the door in three loud bangs. Chastity stepped back and pulled the piece of broken mirror that she carried with her out to check her appearance. She looked sad and it surprised her. The loss of the child would not rob her of her beauty and when the sound of someone moving to the door brought her back to herself she steeled her jaw and hardened her gaze. The world could change but she would not. The knob turned and the door pulled open and revealed a familiar face. Chastity had to keep her jaw set and nodded at the boy behind the door, “Patience, hello,” she held up her left hand, the two outside digits red and raw, “it seems I’m in need of your Mother, is she available?” She arched and tried to see behind him into the home for some sign of the woman and then turned her gaze back on him, “I’m a little worried it’s going to get infected.”






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The pain in her belly came on gradually. At first it was just a tightening, something her swollen middle did often over the last few months, her womb preparing for birth the more experienced women told her. But when the tightening began to come in more regular intervals she knew it was time. The women made her walk and soon with the tightening came pain. It started in her back then radiate around towards her navel and once it was too much for her to talk or walk through the women moved her into the room where she would give birth. It was nearly 24 hours total before the groaning and screaming and pushing fifteen year old Chastity did paid off. <p>

There was really no knowing who the baby belonged to. She was the child-bride of Justice, though he wasn’t the only person that did what he would with her body. And looking at the newborn, naked and screaming on her chest with arms and legs flailed out in all directions, there was no indication who the Father was. Even after she was cleaned up the little girl just looked like her Mother: pretty, with a dusting of red hair, full lips, and brilliant grey eyes that she knew would change as the baby grew. If the baby grew. <p>

Looking at her Chastity understood love. Maternal feelings weren’t easily suppressed. And it was those maternal feelings that motivated her to do what most women would deem unthinkable. The feeling of the heat on her face and arms as she tossed the sleeping baby into the fire would stay with her for the rest of her life, she knew. The baby didn’t even cry as Chastity turned and walked away, face even and serene with the satisfaction that she’d done the best thing for her child. She’d spared her from the Coven, a gift her own Mother had been unwilling to give to her. <p>

An act so vile would change most people but Chastity was a sociopath long before she’d thrown her child into a fire. Her life was planned nearly from birth and she could fight it or go with it. What many would define as rape she labeled more an inconvenience. Did she consent? Well, no, not technically. But those experiences sculpted her into a strong woman capable of handling anything. The rough way men and women handled her would grow to be something she associated with love and affection. It shaped her future, her fetishes, taught her to handle even the harshest of men. She loved it when they would make her bleed, when they’d bite and scratch and draw more fluids from her than a typical soiree usually did. Even better were the occasions she was able to draw blood in return.<p>

And when all she knew dissolved with the attack it was everything she learned from her ‘lovers’ that made it so easy to slit the throats of the men that captured her and her ‘sister’ Charity. It was easy to peel back their flesh and expose their muscle. And it was comforting to grill them and devour them to appease the growling in her belly. Everything she learned in the coven kept her alive as she made the trek across the country to the blistering heat of the Mojave. She found her home in a brothel and was thrilled when, on occasion, her Madame would give her free reign of the slimiest of clients. It may be a dirty living but Chastity wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Chastity here is a bit damaged. As one of the seven super damaged coven kiddos she’s severely twisted and emotionally stunted and just generally insane. Currently she is settled in Vegas and working in a brothel doing what she does best: spending her days on her back (or knees, or side, or upside down or..whatever strikes your fancy pretty much). She is very vain and self-centered. When it comes to her peers she rarely manages to connect with people but she is excellent at faking it. However, her maternal instinct is strong. She has a soft spot for children or those that can’t take care of themselves and often will seek them out for just a little bit of redemption.<p>

Yes, Chastity likes to eat people. You don’t have to hold it against her, it’s usually only on special occasions so really it’s more like she has no qualms with eating people rather than she seeks them out for a meal. Despite the fact that she doesn’t connect easily with people she does still understand the value of an alliance and enjoys the platonic company of others. <p>

If she were to have a lover, a true lover, not just a client it would take someone as messed up as her. Justice was the closest thing she probably had to a lover during their time in the coven and that was a super messed up relationship. And as far as emotional love, well, Chastity has no idea what that even means. <p>

There are probably plenty of people that would consider her an enemy. After all, she gets incredible satisfaction from causing other people bodily harm and doesn’t have any problems with taking another person’s life. <p>

There she is, folks! Do your worst!
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