[MMM… FFFF…] The Devil’s Work – part six

I look at Tabitha. She looks back at me pleadingly. For a moment, I feel pity for her. But I know that I cannot afford to show any weakness.

As I approach Tabitha, I see her quaking in fear. I cannot bring myself to meet her gaze. The nipple clamps hang, heavy, from her nipples. The weight of them must add to her suffering.

I take her right breast in my left hand and raise it slightly. I grasp the nipple clamp and slowly tighten first one wing nut and then the other. Tabitha screams and tries to pull away, but I have a firm grip on the clamp and she quickly realises that struggling only makes it even more painful, still. I see her agony and I cannot bring myself to complete a full half turn of the wing nuts, leaving them a little short of what I was instructed. I hope that Dr White does not notice.

Tabitha is crying and physically shaking as I move to the second clamp. I perform the same process on it.

Tabitha all but collapses and passes out as I tighten the second clamp. I catch her and prevent her from falling to the ground.

I turn to Dr White.

“Can she not be seated?” I ask.

“It seems that she must,” he replies, begrudgingly. “Pull over that chair,” he instructs me. “Sit her in it and fasten her hands around the back.”

I pull over an upright wooden chair. I sit Tabitha on it with her arms around the back. Tabitha sits with her head slumped forward, sobbing inconsolably.

I go back to my position at the side of the room.

“Now, Tabitha, I want you to tell me about the summoning,” Dr White says to her, almost conversationally. “If I do not believe that you are answering me fully and truthfully, I will have Jonathan tighten the clamps further. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Tabitha manages to reply, through her sobs.

“Now, as a result of your spells, the Devil or his proxy appeared in the form of a creature that was half goat, half man. Is that correct?”

“Yes,” sobs Tabitha, again.

“Was two weeks ago the first time the goat/man appeared or did he appear on any of the previous occasions when you were in the woods with the other girls?”

“It was the first time, sir,” she replies, weakly.

“Mmmm,” Dr White says, pondering. “I will be asking the other girls the same questions. For your sake, I hope that you are not lying to me,” he tells her. I hope so, too. I don’t think that she could stand much more pain and suffering.

“Tell me what you saw, Tabitha,” He instructs her. “What did he look like?”

“He had the head of a goat, sir, with large horns,” Tabitha replies. “And the body of a man.”

She hesitates.

“He was naked, sir,” she tells him, embarrassed at the admission.

“Could you see his member, his penis?” Dr White asks.

Again, Tabitha hesitates, but only momentarily. “Yes, sir.”

“Was it erect? Was the creature’s member engorged?”

“Yes, sir. It was big, very big.”

“Was the penis that of a goat or of a man?” Dr White continues his questioning.

Tabitha seems confused. “I don’t know, sir,” she replies. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure.”

“Was it pointed and tapered, like a goat? Or of a more uniform thickness, like a man?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Tabitha says, again. “I don’t know. I can’t recall. I’m sorry, it was dark. There was only the moon through the trees and the dying embers of the fire for light.” She seems genuinely unable to answer and concerned that here inability to do so will bring further punishment upon her. Her sobbing increases, again.

“Have you ever seen a man’s erect member, before?” Dr White asks her.

“No, sir!” Tabitha replies, although I sense a slight hesitation before she speaks. Did Dr White detect the hesitation, I wonder? He continues without pause, suggesting that, either I imagined the hesitation, or Dr White did not notice it.

“Well, perhaps we can help you,” Dr White continues.

Dr White turns to me.

“Jonathan,” he addresses me. “Come and stand over here,” he instructs me. He directs me to stand, side-on, in front of the table, between the table and where Tabitha is sat in the chair.

“Now drop your trousers and undershorts and lift your shirt, so that Tabitha can see your penis,” he tells me, as if asking me to serve afternoon tea.

I look at him in dismay.

“Are you disobeying a direct instruction?” he asks me with more than implied threat.

“No, Dr White,” I reply, quickly, and I do as I have been instructed.

I stand, self-consciously, with my trousers and undershorts around my ankles and my shirt lifted above my waist. My semi-erect cock stands out in front of me.

Dr White seemingly notes my semi-arousal. “Interesting,” he says. Then he turns back to Tabitha.

“Look at Jonathan’s penis, Tabitha,” Dr White tells the poor girl. “Did the goat/man’s member look like that?”

Tabitha looks up. I feel my cock twitch as her gaze lands on it. She quickly lowers her gaze again.

“Look at it, Tabitha!” commands Dr White.

Tabitha looks up again. This time she does not look away.

“Did it look like that?” Dr White asks again.

“It was bigger and more straight,” she answers, the constant pain visible on her face and apparent in her trembling voice.

“Did the goat/man touch himself?” Dr White asks. “In order to make himself erect?”

Then he addresses me.

“Jonathan, show the girl. Stimulate yourself,” he instructs me. He’s telling me to masturbate! I open my mouth to object, but then I think the better of it and put my hand around my cock and begin to stroke it. I close my eyes and think of Tabitha and the four white girls in the forest. I find that my thoughts keep going back to the young girl at the farmstead, this morning.

Despite the unfamiliarity of masturbating in front of an audience, I am soon hard.

When I open my eyes, I see Tabitha looking at my cock with amazement. I can feel myself blush in response.

“Did you see the goat/man touch his penis, like Jonathan just did?” Asks Dr White.

“I think so,” replies Tabitha, hesitantly.

“And did his penis look like Jonathan’s?” he asks.

“Maybe, perhaps, but it seemed bigger,” she answers. “I can’t be sure,” she adds. Tabitha clearly wishes to give Dr White the definitive answer that he is seeking, but does not wish to say something that may not be accurate.

“Okay, that will suffice, Tabitha. We will ask the other girls. Perhaps they may have better observational skills than you.” I wonder whether that will require me to repeat the same demonstration for the white girls? I’m not sure how I feel about that, but my cock seems to have a view, as it twitches at Dr White’s words and refuses to diminish.

“You can cover up, now, Jonathan,” Dr White tells me, seemingly noticing my maintained erection.

I pull up my undershorts and trousers, with difficulty, and I tuck-in my shirt. I return to my place at the side of the room.

“I think we should break for lunch,” says Dr White.

“Jonathan, unshackle the slave’s wrists and help her put her smock back on. Take her back to the cell and let her have some food, if she wants some. You can remove the nipple clamps when you get back to the cell. She will be in considerable pain when you do. It might encourage her to tell us what we need to know, when we continue the questioning, this afternoon!”

Without further delay, Dr White leaves the vestry with a clearly shaken Reverend Gaunt following him.

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