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Corrupt the Midwife	By : JayDee Category: -Misc TV Shows > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 2527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Call the Midwife or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Content Codes (Part 5): ChallengeFic CR Exhib FF Solo
Part 5: Bally Blasphemy
When Chummy made it back to Nonnatus House she barely managed a wash and brush up before falling into a sleep of endlessly sensual dreams. The next day grew even busier than before; she found herself grateful for having to attend so many deliveries as each briefly took her mind off the near-overpowering lust within. Once or twice the urge came to her to raise her impossible situation with Jenny Lee or perhaps one of the Nuns. She was dissuaded only by the imagined conversation that would result. The thought of giving voice to the story that she had walked down a non-existing street and borrowed a possibly cursed bicycle from a dead prostitute quite dried her mouth.
She had prayed already for guidance, for serenity and even in desperation for orgasms. No sense denying what the Lord knew what was in her heart. Once she had accepted that she was facing temptation that wasn’t from an entirely rational source she felt she must pray again, and much harder. Her faith seemed her only defense. She was so tired, her physical and emotional strength sapped by being kept just below a peak every moment she spent on the bicycle. Fatigue so distracted her that she almost collided with an old cabriolet on Wednesday afternoon; the driver taking it for scrap hurled abuse. Come Thursday night she felt she had the time and strength to make an especial effort. She chained the bicycle up and checked the padlock before entering Nonnatus House.
Chummy walked gingerly into the house chapel. She was relieved to find it empty. Eschewing any comfort, she knelt upon the cold stone floor with bowed head. Even within this holy place, the heat of lust would not abate within her. She closed her eyes and saw again the memory of Jenny’s legs spread for her, and recalled Trixie tasting fingers wet with her essence. She drew in a deep breath, released it, and then began,
“Our-“
She was interrupted by rushing feet and then Cynthia, near-hysterical, threw herself down beside her.
“Oh God! It’s too much! I’m being punished for my envy!”
“Cynthia? Has something horrid happened?”
“I saw your bicycle, and I so wanted to try it for myself...”
Chummy frowned; she had very firmly secured the blasted thing.
“...and gosh it felt so good. I... you know... right there in the street, and there were people watching. They offered such vulgar suggestions and I wanted them, too! One pretty girl... she... I forced myself to return here instead. Oh! Won’t you please hold me?”
Cynthia started sobbing as she wrapped her arms around Chummy tightly, and so she naturally responded by hugging back. Cynthia’s hands stole downwards to Chummy’s derriere and squeezed. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses. She pulled sharply away.
“I think not. Falling for it twice was bad enough. Should I pinch myself to end this farce? Perhaps there’s a magic word?”
“I want you!”
“Yes, well, one cannot always have what one wants even inside one’s dream. What are you truly? A ghoul? A demon? Or perhaps I am a pitiful lunatic, and a dash of jolly old electroshock therapy would be just the ticket? No? I have my faith.”
“Shall I leave?”
The lingering doubt that this was really Cynthia, suffering the same unquenchable lust, dissipated.
“Do as you please. Show me whatever temptations you care to, fiend. You’ll find I’ve got the moral fiber to withstand your enticements.”
The dream Cynthia stopped sobbing, and then shrugged, and smiled. She stood gracefully and stripped her dress off to reveal no undergarments. Chummy wanted to take the woman into her arms and make love to her, but she was certain this course of action would leave her panting and unsatisfied beside the bicycle. Cynthia bent backwards and placed her hands on the floor in a bridge. Her heavily-bushed vulva was inches from Chummy’s face.
“If it’s a demon you see,” she giggled, “then a demon you shall have.”
She then skittered sideways in a cancriform manner. Chummy’s stomach turned in her belly as Cynthia moved up the wall against the bounds of gravity until she reached a small wooden cross. She tore it from the wall and rubbed it between her legs.
“Oh Jesus,” Cynthia gasped, “wouldn’t you rather put your tongue in here than let me abuse myself with this stick?”
Chummy pressed her hands back together and closed her eyes. She couldn’t block out the moans, the wet noises, or Cynthia’s scent. Even so, Chummy was determined not to be made a fool of again. She pressed her face downwards over her hands, feeling rather like an early Christian martyr facing a Roman carnifex. She spoke the words of her prayer loudly, with only a slight tremble added by the needs she fought down.
She heard Cynthia peak loudly, and wetly. Chummy flinched as excessive fluid splashed across the floor before her. She yearned to lick it up. ‘It’s just a damn fantasy’, she thought, ‘mere stuff and nonsense’. ‘Don’t capitulate to the kind of thing that gives boys nocturnal emissions’. She prayed louder. There was a slight thump as Cynthia landed. She approached until she was dripping right by Chummy’s head, and then sat on the floor and sighed longingly. The house chapel grew dark around them until only the smell of sweat and sex remained.
Chummy was unsurprised to find herself outside beside the bicycle.
“Rather glad I didn’t try ‘Get thee behind me, Satan,’ she declared, and then to the bicycle, “Mark my words: If Diss street isn’t there on the morrow Fred will be taking a hacksaw to you.”
She walked to the chapel and prayed again, without incident, before making her way to bed with a renewed lightness of heart. Yet as soon as she closed her eyes she saw Cynthia naked before her. Chummy’s fingers stole betwixt her thighs.
It was only with the greatest effort of will that she left herself un-touched.
To be continued…
A/N: Part 5 written for AFF forum weekly prompts 182/183 – cabriolet, cancriform, carnifex
I'm as disappointed as you all are that this story hasn't come out as well as I'd hoped. I blame my long period without much writing and my old, never more than mediocre, skills rusting. At the very most there's three more parts to come, and then this spirited, but I feel failed, attempt at a non PWP story will drop from the front page of television! The weirdest part has been that I think some of the dialogue has been the best part. That’s never normally the case for me!
Thank you for the reviews I received, I appreciated the positivity. If anyone else feels like leaving one I won't object!
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Citation: “Get thee behind me, Satan” first appeared in Greek in The Bible, Mark 8:33, but a later appearance within Luke 4:8 in the KJV is what Chummy is actually referencing here.
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