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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.

Chapter List
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Content Codes (Part 6): ChallengeFic CR Exhib FF, (Oral, fingering – references)
Part 6: Chummy Corrupted?
Friday. The passage appeared anew. Chummy barely paused at the narrow entrance before pedaling resolutely in; she managed to give voice to prayer between ragged gasps. As she emerged into the street she found it crowded along its length, looking like a medieval fair crushed into a single road. There were food stalls and brightly colored tents, hawkers screaming their wares, and the shops behind still trading.
As she made her slow progress up the street she noted the great variety of the costume; there seemed to be centuries or more of Londoners there. She noticed there were no children or men, though several who had perhaps once been called men. The fair seemed to be more a debauched bacchanal. She saw multiple couplings against walls, past tent flaps, or brazenly public mid-street. Her heart beat even faster as she saw a Roman concubine embracing a Viking shield maiden, and past them a couple of Elizabethan girls laughing as their laced tunics came open in each other’s hands. A pack horse trotted past her, the bardel loaded with a crate of comforters Aristophanes might have recognized.
“Good lady! Will you dally with us?”
The woman who called was older than Chummy, but a good two foot shorter. Her pale skin contrasted heavily with the dark girl nibbling upon her ear. Chummy was sorely tempted. Everywhere she looked pleasure was being taken. Even so, she did not respond. She carried on up the street, ignoring ever more enticing offers. A half-stripped Victorian parlor-maid with raised petticoats moaned as a brace of Winchester Geese pleasured her with their fingers and tongues. They beseeched Chummy to join them. A familiar face next; the girl who’d asked for Chummy’s bicycle was disporting herself with an auburn beauty, and called out as Chummy rode past.
“Wotcher Nursey! G’wan, show us yer bristols! It’s the anniversary of me death.”
She saw Nuns too, dressed, or partially so, in styles dating back 1000 years or more. Chummy half expected to see Sister Evangelina. Eventually she reached the pawnbrokers and dismounted. That last slow ride up the street had given her more pleasure than anything that week; she felt as close as she had when the dream Trixie had played with her. She was shaking as she wheeled the bicycle inside; it didn’t object to being pushed. She found herself in a bedroom much like her own, though the raucous street noise continued.
“Welcome.”
Chummy turned and saw Dubheasa Shannon adjusting her breasts back into a scandalously low cut top with one hand, and smoothing her skirt with the other. There was still an Irish lilt to her voice, but much less pronounced.
“I hope the bicycle didn’t rub you up the wrong way? You seem flushed?”
“Throw the blasted thing in a lake of fire for all I care,” Chummy snapped, “I want nothing from you. I came to Poplar in service of a power greater than any others, to do what good I could amongst the gravid. I do not fear you, for the Lord is my shepherd. I shall call on exorcists if I must.”
The girl rolled her eyes and shifted her footing so that her short skirt shifted on her thighs. It was hard for Chummy not to focus on the sensual shifting of fabric against skin.
“I realized something else. These dreams and the other nonsense, and keeping me from… release. I think you wanted me to feel like a sinner for finding Jenny and Trixie attractive, and for wanting to orgasm thinking about them. Jolly good try, but I simply don’t. Nothing immoral about that sort of thing and I refuse to feel any guilt, anymore than I’d feel with a handsome chap. One’s conscience is clear. Anyway, pretty as girls are I never actually loved one romantically.“
“Enough already; If I’d been there when you had that second waking dream, instead of just listening in, you’d have-“
“Bravo! You nearly had me, ghost. Would you like a medal?”
“I’m not a ghost. I was never born. Something in common with old man Nonnatus, eh? I've liked Dubheasa since she came into my care and borrowed her name. Ha, she hated the English getting her name wrong, so just call me Shannon. Look, I picked you because I felt your soul and liked you Chummy. You’re beautiful. I want you to know endless pleasures. Do you really want that dull life, working with the Nuns?”
She’d walked closer as she spoke, looking up into Chummy’s face. The Irish had completely gone from her voice; the remaining inflection wasn’t quite human. Her voice turned harsher for a moment, then continued seductive,
“Turn away from me and I’ll see you know no deaths but your last. Instead, kneel. Kiss me. Go for the Osculum infame! I can feel the need in you, it’s been building all week, sweet Chummy. Be mine, surrender that sweet soul of yours and have me in return. We’ll join the party out there.”
Chummy’s need was almost overpowering. Shannon stood a dangerous kiss away.
“Such fun we could have…”
Chummy retorted in her most imperious tone. Dash it all, she was going to miss orgams.
“I’d rather be Miss Havisham than join you. My God created pleasure, don’t you know, one doubts there was ever sin in taking it when no harm was done. Perhaps some got their morals wrong over the years, but I know what’s right and I’ll choose to look for love rather than surrender to lust. This is 1957 and I may love anyone I choose. I won't be corrupted”
Shannon sighed, sensing resolution.
“I’ve failed, then. Bugger.”
“Yes. I rather think you have. Poor show. Should I find you’re still here-“
“No fear of that. I’ll be punished for ages. Goodbye, Chummy. I’ll miss you. Oh! I lied about you never coming again too,” Shannon grinned.
Chummy blinked and found herself back at the former passage entrance, disappeared once again.
“Gosh. What nonsense.”
To be concluded…
A/N: Part 6 written for AFF forum weekly prompts 180/181 – bardel, bacchanal
I already did Prompt 180/181 Bastion for another story. Apparently a bardel is a ‘pack saddle’.

I feel the corruption tag is valid as the entire story has been about attempted corruption. Please review, or not. Either way the final part should be up within the week.
Review reply thread: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/17603-jaydees-tv-review-reply-story-discussion-and-additional-notes-thread/
Citation: “The Lord is my shepherd.” Psalm 23, The Bible.
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