1 comments/ 39483 views/ 1 favorites Emma's Sin Ch. 01 By: Decayed Angel Jonathan was vexed, torn over what to do about his daughter Emma. Hester and he had raised her to be a good God fearing child. They would rise early, before it was daylight and start her on her chores. As the sun rose they went to church and then she was sent off to school. Returning home, she then continued with her chores and then helped fix dinner before heading to bed. Once in bed is when it happened, when she sinned. At first, Jonathan thought she suffered from nightmares because after she blew out her candle he would hear the strange noises, moans and groans as her bed creaked. Now that she was older and the strange sounds continued he knew he had to investigate. He could then discuss her activities with the preacher to determine what could be done. The night he first discovered her sin he had climbed into his bed not far from his wife Hester but, although tired from his day of work he listened. Like before it started very quietly, a slight squeak from the bed, perhaps the faintest of moans, but immediately Jonathan knew her it had begun. Quietly climbing out of bed he quietly tip-toed to her room. Her candle was out but the faint light settling into her room from bit of moon that shined through her window he could peek through the slats in the wall plank and see some motion. Squinting his eyes and moving closer to the opening he could see everything. As soon as he realized what he was watching Jonathan felt sickened and gravely afraid. His young daughter born just a score ago had her nightshirt pulled up above her waist, exposing her parts in the moonlight with her legs open as if to give birth. But instead of bearing a child, she was abusing herself, actually using the candle to penetrate herself where only a husband or midwife should have the right to enter. The candle, glistening in the moonlight slid in and out of her as she lifted her hips like the common bar women, actually enjoying the fornication. Not only was Emma penetrating herself repeatedly with the candle, the fingers of her other hand were toying up at the top of her nether lips. At one point she even lifted those fingers to her lips, wetting them with her mouth and then returning the fingers to spread the wetness onto the tiny protuberance. Glancing up at her face Jonathan saw her terrifying devilish gaze as she actually sat forward and watched the candle moving in and out. The look of sinful pleasure came over her as she breathed hard and fast, biting her lower lip but still moaning anyway. As he watched he felt his daughter's devilish possession enter him and cause his member to enlarge and press against his night shirt. When his daughter actually lifted her parts up off the bed, caring not that she turned her sin skyward, and moaned unabashedly before collapsing down in convulsions Jonathan knew he must don his chemise cagoule (a specially made shirt which extended nearly to his knees, with a hole for his member so he could make a child with his wife with a minimum of pleasurable contact) and visit his wife, if only to cast away the spirit Emma forced into him. Quickly returning to his room he removed his clothes, pulled the shirt over his head and slipped his engorged member through the small opening. Once properly attired and confident his union with Hester would not produce any more sensation than necessary for conceiving a child he moved toward her bed, quietly calling her name to awaken her. When Hester woke and saw Jonathan's shirt she kicked off the blanket and lifted her nightgown as demurely as she could. She waited until Jonathan had moved closer to her before spreading her legs so he could avoid looking upon her parts and be moved to lust. As he moved onto her, she prepared herself for the initial pain as he first entered her. The pain would subside as her wetness made the penetration easier, but she'd still be sore afterwards. Feeling him moving inside her Hester prayed, remember the sinful pleasure she felt as a young woman... before she learned it was sin. Listening to Jonathan moan as he pushed himself into and out of her, Hester wondered what had made him suddenly ready to make a child. His breathing became heavier and he moved faster as she then felt the flood of his spirit inside herself. Thankful it was over, she waited until he climbed off of her, then she pulled the nightgown back down, pulled up the blankets and tried to go to sleep. When he finished, Jonathan pulled of chemise cagoule setting it aside so Hester could wash out the sinful dampness in it. He pulled on his nightshirt and climbed into bed. He thought about discussing Emma's sin with Hester, but he decided to go directly to the preacher to search for a solution. Emma's Sin Ch. 02 Jonathan woke early, well before the sun rose and stoked the fire so it was warm inside the home as Hester and Emma awoke. The two women got dressed, visited the outhouse and returned. Like every morning Emma dutifully greeted her father, "Good morning, Father," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Considering the night before, it as all Jonathan could do to look away and let her kiss him. Hester served breakfast and the three of them ate in an uncommon silence that was only broken when Jonathan announced, "I have a pressing matter to discuss with the preacher after church this morning, so I will take leave of you two after services. You can walk home and Emma you can walk yourself to the school." Emma had not been a student at the school for several years, she spent most of her day there helping the schoolmaster in the hopes of one day taking his place. It was a good arrangement because she was able to keep busy rather than stay at home with only a few chores to complete. It was important for a girl of twenty to remain busy so when she married, she would be ready to serve her husband. Besides, idle time was sinful time. After finishing breakfast, the women completed their morning chores and the three walked together down the long dirt road into town. As they got into town near the church, the streets were cobbled and though it was a bit difficult walking over the cobblestones, it was much better than negotiating the ruts in the dirt roads approaching the town. Jonathan, Hester and Emma quietly entered the church and listened intently to the sermon and sang with the other churchgoers. When the service was over Jonathan walked his wife and daughter out of the church and then watched them walk away as they returned home. He then waited for the preacher to finish talking with the others exiting the church. When the two men were finally alone, Jonathan approached him, held out his hand and said, "Reverend Albers, I wonder if we might retire to your office to discuss a matter with me." Reaching out and shaking Jonathan's hand he replied, "Why certainly Jonathan, come walk with me." He held out his hand toward a small building adjacent to the church and Jonathan began to walk, with the preacher moving along beside him. "And how is your family." "Oh, Hester is fine, a strong woman and good cook," he said, patting the slight bulge in his stomach. "And Emma, how is Emma?" "Well Reverend, that is why I've come here," he said as the preacher opened the door. Stepping inside he continued, "I have discovered something about her, something vexing. I want to talk to you about it." "Of course, please have a seat," he said closing the door to his office. He moved around his large desk and sat down. Shuffling a few papers out of his way, he then scooted his chair forward, rested his elbows on the desk and clasped his hands, "What about Emma do you wish to discuss?" "Well Reverend, it has been something I had been hearing at night, strange sounds and moan coming from her in the night. First I thought she was just having nightmares, but last night I held off sleep and looked into her room while she began making the noises. I witnessed her in the midst of a devilish activity, while alone in the bed." Scooting up in his chair, the preacher said, "Well you must tell me of what you saw, sparing no detail." "Well, she had already started when I peeked through a crack in the slat wall. The moonlight provided a faint light, faint, but enough so I could see. She had pulled up her night shirt and had her legs spread wide as in childbirth, but instead I found her using a candle to enter her body. She also..." "Excuse me for interrupting but you must describe in detail. You mentioned her legs spread wide, did you see any hair? And could you describe her nether lips to me? It is important," the preacher said. "Okay, well, I guess I saw some hair, just above where her nether lips ended. Should I described what the hair and lips looked like?" "Yes," he said loudly, "I mean yes please," he said in a quieter voice. "Well, her hair is a fair color, so the hair between her legs was also light colored, but not straight light the hair on her head, this hair was curly and so soft looking. With the candle sliding between her lips, it glistened in the dew that exuded from her body..." "Could you hear any wet sounds from there?" "No, just her moans and the creaking of the bed. She had started moving her hips up and down, raising them as she pushed the candle deep inside, and lowering them as she withdrew the candle. Her other hand moved to just below her hair, at the start of her nether lips, where she found a small protuberance. She licked her fingers and once they were wet, she moved her fingers over the tiny nub in a fast, circular motion." "All the while was she moving her hips up and down?" the preacher asked, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "Yes, her hips raised and fell almost wildly as the candle moved in and out and her fingers circled over her nub. I chanced to look at her face and she glared down at what she was doing with a devilish delight. Finally, she lifted up off the bed, balancing only on her shoulders and feet, shoved the candle deep into herself and then moaned as I might imagine Satan might do violating his women." "And then?" the breathless preacher asked. "Well she fell back onto the bed, curled up in a ball. At that time I realized her sinful spirit left her and vexed me as my member had grown as if wanting to produce a child." "So what did you do then?" "Well, I donned my chemise cagoule intent upon casting out that spirit." "So you went to Hester, and cast your spirit into her body?" "Yes, she saw me, pulled up her nightgown and opened her legs." "What did it look like when she opened her legs?" the preacher whined. "I didn't see that, not wanting the lust to enter my body from viewing that part of her. I just entered her with my member and moved in and out, leaving her with the spirit inside of her, perhaps to make a child." "Oh yes, yes of course." "What should I do about Emma's sin?" "Well, she is like her mother at that age. You didn't know her then, but Hester also sinned like that." "Hester?" "Yes, repeatedly. We finally had to bring in our church surgeon she was doing it so much. It was a simple operation and prayer session and her sins were cured. Now you must not tell Hester of any of this, it may bring the sin back upon her." "And Emma?" "Well, it is customary only to take that step if the sin is repeated over and over. What you must do is watch Emma over the next week and report to me, in detail, her doings in that time. If she sins again within the week we can petition the surgeon. Of course if she sins many times our petition will be stronger." "I understand," Jonathan said standing up. Coughing the preacher said, "Forgive me if I don't rise to walk you out, but I have some work to complete here. Have a good day Jonathan." "Thank you Reverend," Jonathan said, bowing slightly. "Oh, if you would, as you leave would you ask any of my servants to fetch Clara for me. Have them tell her attend me in my office." "Surely Reverend," Jonathan said, walking out of the preacher's office. After talking to one of the servants he began his walk home, intent upon following the Reverend's instructions. Emma's Sin Ch. 03 Jonathan returned home, keeping his mission a secret from Hester just like the preacher instructed. Thankful that the preacher had been so willing to hear his story of Emma's sin and open to tell him of Hester's sinfulness in her youth, he thought to himself, "At least I know from whom this sinfulness was sown." He didn't blame his wife, he knew that she now walked in the ways of the Lord and the fact their daughter had sinned like her mother is only proof of the base ways of the flesh. Remembering the conversation he had with the preacher, he recalled how his member grew as he described his daughter's lascivious behavior and also remembered how he used Hester as the vessel to receive his vexed spirit. Perhaps this way some good would come of her daughter's sin, perhaps Hester and he would conceive a child. He made sure Hester had washed his chemise cagoule so he would be ready to cast his spirit into her. The rest of the day and evening passed uneventfully and even though Jonathan listened for the tell-tale sounds from his daughter's room, he heard nothing. Hoping perhaps that her sin might not be too pervasive, like the preacher mentioned to him, he greeted his daughter cheerfully the next morning. Perhaps her sin is not as bad as Hester's had been and Emma could be forgiven for her sin. Jonathan spent the rest of the day tending to his farm, a bit relieved that Emma had stopped her sinning. He worked long into the evening and then shared a peaceful dinner with his family. Climbing into bed later, he had planned only to look in on Emma for a short time, confident she would not sin that night. A bit later, he got up out of bed and walked to the wall of her room, peeking through the tiny opening between slats. The moon was fuller now, so the light was much brighter than the first time he watched her. While he watched, he noticed her tossing and turning as if she could not fall asleep. Though she was restless, Jonathan was confident she would not sin this night, so he was about to turn and return to bed when she suddenly sat up straight in bed. Worried, he watched intently, trying to memorize every detail for when he told the preacher of the event. Rather than pull up her night shirt, he watched as she moved her hands up to her breasts. Normally, her layers of clothing concealed her rather large breasts, but the night shirt seemed to show every detail, from the soft round mounds to the tip of her nipples. Emma began rubbing her palms over the nipples, moving in slow circles. Jonathan watched in amazement as the nipples seemed to get larger, pressing out the thin material of the night shirt. She continued for a while, all the time her breathing got faster and heavier. After a while her hips seemed to move up and down a bit. She then reached down and pulled up her night shirt, exposing her nether region. Remembering to notice the details, Jonathan looked at the tight slit running up to her curly light hair that shined so beautifully in the moonlight. Emma then moved her hand to between her legs and moved her fingers down the slit and gently pushed inward. Her nether lips folded inward and two of her fingers slid into her opening. She moved them in and out of herself until they glistened with the wetness. She slid her moistened fingers upward and slowly the nether lips swelled and opened to soft gentle curves. Her fingers continued moving upward until, once again, like she had several nights before, she began caressing the tiny nub at the top of her nether lips. While one hand continued moving over her nipples, the other touched her nub moving more and more quickly. Emma began moving her hips up and down, lifting them slightly off the bed as her fingers played. After a few moments, she moved her fingers back down between the lips and slipped back into her wet opening. Pushing them deeper inside herself, she withdrew them and moved her glistening fingers back up to her nub. She moaned loudly and began moving her fingers almost viciously over herself as she bounced up and down on her bed. Finally she spread her legs as wide apart as she could, lifting her feet into the air and then just as quickly curled into a ball fighting to catch her breath. Jonathan quickly walked back into his bedroom and took off his night shirt and slipped on his chemise cagoule, pushing his throbbing member through the hole. When he woke Hester, she complained, "Again?" But then dutifully lifted her nightgown and when he had moved so he couldn't view her parts lustfully, she opened her legs. He was quick this night, depositing his spirit into his wife in just a few pushes, which seemed to be a relief to her, because she quickly rolled to her side and went back to sleep. Jonathan replayed his daughter's sin over and over in his mind so he could properly relay the information to Reverend Albers. Oddly, just thinking of the sin began to make his member harden some. He quickly recited a prayer to cleanse the spirit and then tried to divert his thoughts to his crops. As his member softened, he sighed in relief, glad there was only one sinner in the family. Emma's Sin Ch. 04 The next day after church Jonathan and Reverend Albers convened back in the preacher's office to discuss Emma's sin the night before. Jonathan carefully described how she had started with her breasts, how her nipples had surprisingly grown as they were stimulated. He described how her nether lips started out as just a tight slit, but after she slowly slipped her fingers inside, getting them wet, the slit blossomed as she slid her fingers upward. "And the protuberance, did you see it?" the preacher asked excitedly. "Yes, her wet fingers moved over it, circling slowly at first, but then faster and faster as she raised her hips up, lifting herself off the bed." The preacher encouraged Jonathan, quizzing him for more detail, almost snickering as Jonathan described the wetness of it all. With each question his voice seemed to rise in pitch and sweat seemed to pool above his upper lip. When Jonathan described how Emma had raised her feet up into the air as she finished, he could see the preacher actually trembling. "Thank you Jonathan, please go now and have my servants find Clara and send her to me immediately," he said, his voice incredible strained. Jonathan bowed, found a servant and sent them running to find Clara. He then returned home, hopeful that the preacher would soon find a cure for Emma's sinning. At home he fought hard to maintain a normal disposition with Emma and Hester, which became harder and harder as he observed Emma sin and the he had to release his spirit into Hester. He had dutifully returned to the preacher's office each time her sin occurred. The most recent event had been a surprise to Jonathan and seemingly a disappointment to the preacher. Jonathan described how his daughter began touching her breasts and then balled up her blanket into a large roll which she held between her legs, grinding herself against it. Frustrated, the preacher asked, "But did you see any of her nether region." "No, it remained hidden beneath her night shirt, all I could see was her hips moving some and her arse muscles flexing." "But underneath what did it look like?" "Well I couldn't see that," Jonathan replied, confused by the preachers frustration. "Okay!" he shouted and then paused. A moment later her began again, "Okay, I wanted you to know the petition has been filed. It will only be about a month or so and the church surgeon should be here. Well will save her from her sin then." Fighting back tears of joy, Jonathan stood up and burst out, "Thank you Reverend, thank you so much." He reached out both hands and shook the preacher's hand in thanks. As Jonathan turned to leave, the preacher, "Now, until he arrives, you must continue telling me of Emma's sin, but only when she uncovers herself. Do you understand?" Jonathan nodded and headed home, relieved that finally something would be done to save his daughter. In a few short months it would all be over and they could all return to their God fearing ways. It was actually six months before the surgeon arrived and in that time Hester, Jonathan's wife was growing larger and larger, pregnant just over six months. He had continued releasing his spirit into her for about three months after he knew she was pregnant. What else could he do as he watched Emma sin and felt the vexation grow in his member. Finally, the preacher explained that since his wife was with child, Jonathan could step outside after watching his daughter and spill his spirit onto the ground. Fearing it was a sin, Jonathan resisted the suggestion, but the preacher explained how different it was for a man and that spilling that spirit onto the ground was certainly less sinful than approaching a woman with child or even worse, his daughter. "That would be just returning her sin back into her body and besides, any child conceived of a father and daughter union would be the devil reborn," the preacher said, his face red with strain. "You must spill the spirit onto the ground until we can remove the sin from Emma." Finally the day arrived and the surgeon was ready for Emma. Jonathan took his family to church as normal and then saw his daughter off to the school, thinking "Now a score and one year old, Emma could finally live without sin." He met her after school and asked her to come to church with him to meet with Reverend Albus. The three of them met for a short while and then Emma was given something bitter to drink. She didn't like the drink but dutifully listened to her father and the preacher completely trusting the two most important men in her life. Jonathan sat in a room while the preacher took Emma away. Later he heard a few faint screams and then the preacher told him he could come back. He stepped into the dark room and could smell the stench of burned flesh. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw his daughter sitting in a chair sobbing. The surgeon spoke to him then saying, "She will feel some pain for a day or two, but after that everything will seem normal to her. Well, everything except she will not have the urge to touch herself in sin again." "Can she walk?" Jonathan asked. "She can walk a little, Reverend Albus has arranged for a horse and wagon to take you home. When you get her home your wife may want to help her attend to the bandage for a while. Soon everything will return to normal." Helping Emma up Jonathan whispered, "It will stop hurting soon and then you will not sin again." She just looked at him, her eyes glazed and distant. He walked her out and lifted her up onto the wagon. Reverend Albus held her up while Jonathan hurried around the wagon and climbed up. Holding onto his daughter, he jiggled the reins and whistled and the horse started forward. Emma fell asleep on the ride and was only awakened when Jonathan arrived home and shouted for his wife Hester. "What's wrong," she cried out, seeing Emma slumped in the wagon. "Everything is okay, we just went to the church. A surgeon came in special for Emma and everything is fine now." "A surgeon, oh God no!" she screamed, "No, no..." Moving closer to Emma she cold smell burnt flesh and her mind flashed back, so many years ago. The searing pain that hurt her for weeks and weeks and still bothered her nearly twenty five years later throbbed in her head. Emma looked down at her and said, "Oh Momma." Jonathan helped her down from the wagon, guiding her to his wife as she growled at him, "Don't you touch her, don't you dare touch her." He watched the two women slowly walk back to the house. Confused at his wife's attitude, he climbed back up on the wagon and headed back to town. He would bring it back for the pastor and then walk home. Hopefully, everything would be back to normal then. Emma's Sin Ch. 05 Jonathan's life seemed to get back to normal in the weeks that followed the surgery. Within a few days Emma was feeling fine, walking to church with them and after about a week she had started doing her chores again. For some reason Hester remained very silent with him... well not just with him, with everyone. She would sit in church without talking to anyone and even when Reverend Albus came up to their family, Hester quickly turned and walked away. What was really good was that at night, Jonathan no longer would hear the sounds from his daughter's bedroom. On the nights he remained awake he often would sneak back to the wall and peek in only to see her sleeping soundly. One night while watching her, he was vexed with the memory of one of her sins and he pictured her pushing her fingers into herself and then touching the tiny nub until her face grimaced in devilish abandon. Even then, her sinful spirit still hung in the house because it flowed into him and he grew hard. Quickly undressing and changing into his chemise cagoule, he woke his wife, but she refused him for the first time in their lives together. She was no longer pregnant and their daughter Emily was asleep in her crib, so she had no reason to refuse. Ignoring her sinful refusal he stepped outside. Taking hold of himself, he stroked his member, first slowly, but then faster letting images of Emma's old sins flood through his mind. In moments he watched as the spirit was cast from him, sparkling in the moonlight as it splashed onto the ground. He then returned to his room and put on his night shirt and went to bed, reminding himself to talk to the preacher about his wife's scornful refusal of him. Time passed and strangely Emma had refused to entertain any of the men who talked with her at church about visiting the house. Reminding her that it was God's way for her to one day marry a man and have children, she ran into her room crying. Figuring she was too shy because of her sin those years ago he convinced himself he would start searching for a husband for her. It was when Emily was about five years old that it happened. Jonathan had spent dinner time talking of the young man he had met and had negotiated marriage plans with. He explained he knew Emma was far too shy to find a beau to marry so he took care of it all. Hester and Emma looked at each other and then nodded at the same time. Jonathan told them he would bring the man home with him the next week and they could finalize the marriage plans. The next morning Jonathan awoke amid the hustle and bustle of activity. Normally he woke up first, lit the fire and then slowly woke up the women to begin chores, but today both Hester and Emma were up and had already finished the chores. After breakfast, Jonathan got ready for all of them to head to church, but when he stepped outside, only Hester followed him out. "Jonathan, Emily has taken a fever and I don't want to bring her out in the weather. Emma's going to stay and help me with Emily," Hester said, moving between Jonathan and the door. "Well why not come on to church, it's warm and the prayer can fix the fever." "No, not this kind of fever, you go along now and we will see you when you get home," she said, nodding her head toward the road. "But..." "No go on, she will be okay. I'll have Emma fix you something good to eat while you're gone." Shrugging his shoulders, Jonathan turned and headed in toward town. After the service, he waited a bit and talked to Reverend Albus about Emily asking if he could come by and see if a prayer might help the little girl. The preacher agreed to come along and in just a minute or so, his horse and wagon had pulled up in front of the church. "I sure appreciate riding in your wagon, this will save me a good hour on my walk home," Jonathan said, climbing up into the seat. "This way I can minister to my flock quicker," the preacher replied. When the wagon pulled up near the house, Jonathan could see another horse and wagon in his yard. The wagon was filled with bags and things and, looking harder he saw Emily standing in the wagon behind the seat jumping up and down. Hester and Emma came out of the house carrying a few things and quickly walked to the wagon. Jonathan jumped down from the preachers wagon and ran up to his wife saying, "Hester, why is Emily out here? What are you doing?" "We are leaving here Jonathan, we are going far away." "But we are married, you can't leave. And what about the church?" "The church... the church and you have maimed your daughter, just like the church maimed me." "What do you mean they maimed you?" "The surgery, you violated us!" Reverend Albus, who had climbed down from his wagon and followed Jonathan said, "We did not violate you, we saved you from your sinful ways." "You hurt us badly, you hurt us permanently!" Emma screamed, showing an anger that Jonathan had never seen in his daughter before. "And we are leaving before you can maim Emily." "It is God's way," the preacher said. "If it was God's way why weren't we born without it?" "But we only removed the nub, the thing that made you sin." "Sin? Sin? That nub was the one thing we could take pleasure in, of all the pain and drudgery we bore for men, that nub gave us something. And if what we did brought us pleasure then that was God's way, not your violation of us!" Hester shouted. "Hester, no be reasonable, come down and we'll talk," Jonathan said, for Emily's sake. "Don't do it mother, they will do it to Emily, they will take it from her. We can't let them get her," Emma said. "Damn you woman," Jonathan swore, "Get down from there or I will pull you..." He stopped suddenly facing the barrel of his musket. He watched as Emma then raised and pointed his pistol at the preacher. "You don't know how to use that," Jonathan shouted, "Put that gun down!" "Both guns are loaded and stoked, so if either of you try to stop us, we will do to you what you did to us," Hester said, lowering her aim from Jonathan's face to her crotch. Emma then did the same for the preacher. "Now, we are going to ride out of here and you will never see us again. We'll find a place where women are not just the vessels of men, maimed by them when we seek a tiny bit of pleasure amid all our pain. "Now step back or you'll feel the burn from these surgeons." Jonathan and the preacher stepped back and watched the wagon move between them. As it pulled alongside of the preacher's wagon the men heard a gunshot and both horses bolted, one controlled skillfully by Emma, the other bounding out across the fields dragging the preacher's wagon behind it. The men didn't move as both wagons disappeared from sight. The preacher looked over at Jonathan and said, "Don't worry, they will be back. A woman cannot survive without a man. It's God's way." Jonathan kicked as the ground watching the dust settle onto his boots. Thinking of Hester and Emma, Jonathan questioned the ways of his preacher's Lord for the first time in his life.