Chapter 5

The next day after that was Sunday, and Sunday meant church. Though in this case church ended up being a little bit more than just church with the tightness of the chastity belt reminding her of the beads still stuck up her rear hole. The fullness of which was still there since her mother hadn’t bothered to take them out in the morning, and against the awkwardness of having to sit there for nearly an entire hour on end with her bottom touching the hard and wooden surface of the pews, by the time it was over, Erika was almost looking forward to the chance of getting to go back home. Or do anything else at all besides press her legs together against the fresh wave of stickiness that seeped out to cling to the insides of the metal shield.

As such, when the pastor finally pressed his hands together to dismiss them into their small groups, it was as if her endurance finally pushed through. At least the beads weren’t vibrating anymore, she thought bitterly. That was good. Even as her mother proceeded to lead her by the hand over to a small room in the back where they were greeted by a certain Father Byrne, dressed as he was in his usual uniform consisting of a sparsely decorated vestment and a pair of long black robes.

Specialty Counselor, his nametag read, and Erika frowned at the sight. The congregation was by no means old, having been formed only just a decade or so prior from one of the more radically minded splinters of a larger church, but they did take a certain amount of pride in sticking to their traditions. Or as much pride as was canonically allowed when it came to their faith in the Lord.

“I got the message you left on the phone,” he said, “Is this her?”

Standing to the side, Erika watched as her mother nodded in response.

“Yes,” she said, “And thank you for agreeing to meet on such a short notice. I know I should have scheduled a proper appointment, but it just happened so fast for the both of us that I didn’t know what else to do.”

“About her already starting to have doubts, you mean,” he said.

“Yes, forgive me Father,” said her mother, bowing again, “It’s been several months already, and despite the steps we’ve taken...”

She trailed off, her eyes shifting over to her, and Erika blinked as Father Byrne continued to watch them both from across the room. What were they talking about exactly? From the sounds of it, the topic was obviously about her, but why at church? Was it all part of some sort of curriculum or plan? And if it was, did that mean that everything she had been through so far had all been a part of some sort of deal? Including all the way back towards the beginning where her mother had first started to examine her privates and her anus?

Biting down on her lips, she shifted uncomfortably in place. There was no way that could have been true. Or at least, not without her knowing about it much sooner. All the same though, the fact that they were still standing here instead of headed back to the car was hard to ignore. The beads moved inside of her again, filling her up in all the wrong ways, and all of a sudden the room seemed to grow a little too hot. The heat of which soon moved up to her face as Father Byrne glanced over towards her.

“So,” he began. His eyes were a piercing blue, too blue for her liking. “Your mother tells me you’ve been struggling with certain types of ... temptation. Is this true?”

Under the intensity of his gaze, Erika could only nod as if it was the only thing preventing her from sinking into the floor.

“Yes sir,” she mumbled.

“And can you describe how this feels?” he asked again, “Any thoughts that you might be willing to share to help us understand what you’re going through?”

“I-...,” said Erika.

She paused, her heart hammering away in her chest, and the metal band of the chastity belt seemed to shrink around her waist as the shield pressed up against her crotch. And as she felt her clit grow stiff again at the top of her slit, it was as if her tongue had been glued to the roof of her mouth. How on earth was she even supposed to begin? Especially with the presence of the beads still stuck up inside of her, and she didn’t even want to think about having to describe the frustration she felt every time her mother made her bend over for another one of her so-called inspections to put another weird object up her rear hole. Like, was this normal? Was this how all the other girls felt as well? Or was her body simply just broken, and thus why they were here to have it taken apart and put back together.

The thoughts swirled around in her mind, each one even more frightening than the last, and she bit down on her lips as she clutched at the fabric of her skirt. Her mother looked across at her impatiently, and finally after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Father Byrne cleared his throat.

“Clearly, she has suffered much,” he said, “The modern world is not kind, and the temptations of the flesh are now more than ever.”

There was a short stop, and he waited a moment before he continued.

“Perhaps then,” he said carefully, “It would be better to examine the results ourselves.”

He turned towards them again, the kindness of his smile still stretching out, though against the look on his face, Erika couldn’t help but think that the words were less a suggestion and more an order. One that her mother took to almost immediately, and she felt her entire body freeze up in mute terror. The distant warmth of the sun shone in through the window, and all of a sudden, the warm surroundings of the office they were in seemed to transform until it resembled more the cold and hard concrete of a cell. And trapped on all sides with nowhere to go, it was as if there was nothing she could do as her mother walked over to place her hand against her shoulder.

“Be brave now,” she said, “Let the kind Father see what’s troubling you.”

Then, with a firm but caring touch, she reached over to undo the first button of her dress, and from there on out it was only a matter of time before her skin started to show. Like the first flakes of snow against the coming of winter, and she shivered as it settled down around her feet along with her clothes. First her top, the thin lace of her shirt sliding up over her shoulders, and then her socks and her shoes. Then, with the soft touch of the air brushing up against her chest, it was down to nothing but the cotton of her panties before that too fell away to reveal the bare metal of her chastity belt. All the while Father Byrne looked on, and if he saw the tail end of the string sticking out from between her legs, then he paid it no thought. Or at least any more thought than the rest of her as she stood there against the sudden cold.