~Subject: Repost:Tales of the Witchfinder Part 1
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 04:47:42 UTC
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A History of Witchcraft
In
Norfolk, England, 1645
Prologue, and WARNING This material contains descriptions of bondage,
torture, murder, suicide, false imprisonment, religious desecration,
incest, witchcraft,
cannibalism, and a couple of really, really offensive sexual scenes,
including rape,
gang rape, and flaying. Enjoy.
In many towns and villages of old England during the 1500's a peculiar
religious
ferment possessed the inhabitants to a degree that has not seen since.
This obsession with
the occult, and witchcraft was probably encouraged by the decision of
Henry the Eighth to
form a Church of England, entirely separate from the Roman church, and
in the process
confiscate the valuable property of the Catholic church in England.
The beautiful countryside and warm farming communities were split and
confused
by the sudden decision of the King to depart from the old familiar
Roman Church, and
form this new Church Of England. Conversion was essential, and the
Roman
Catholics were characterized as in league with the devil.
Make no mistake, the Church of England was no more merciful than the
Church
of Rome. History records no less than 250 people in one small area of
England died during
this period, most horribly. The true numbers as given, are:
20 executed in Norfolk, England, on evidence of Matthew Hopkins,
before
26 July, 1645
29 condemned, on the evidence of Matthew Hopkins, at Chelmsford,
England,
on 29 July, 1645
150 killed in England in the last six months of 1645
Witchcraft was a religion in itself, and competed strongly with the
Catholic Church
for the beliefs and moneys of the ignorant population. Henry made few
changes to the
existing church dogma, and merely put into place the changes that
would allow him to
become supreme in England, answering to no pope. If any one still
refused the new
church, they were tortured until they accepted it. Simple, and
straightforward, it was a
demonstration of the cruelty and sinister aura of the times.
While this series of stories are only historical re-creations,
fictional in legal terms,
they are based upon solid historical fact.
They are based partly upon the life and well documented history of the
man,
Matthew Hopkins, who today is seen as a warped sadist, but at that
time held the highest
respect of the King, and the wholehearted fear of the churches in
England.
For his word was life or death to those who encountered him.
The writings which follow should be avoided if the reader is not of
legal age to
read about perversions, rape, bondage, torture, and religious
persecutions. though while
events even worse than those described herein actually occurred, it is
felt that the tender
minds of our youth should not be exposed to them ,although in
historical fact, they actually
did occur, and indeed, have continued to occur with sad frequency in
our history.
Currently, the law has forbidden that anyone under
18 should read these lines. The thought is that those
moldable young minds might be destroyed, or tempted
to emulate these acts, if they knew about them.
Foolish thinking, for there are no crueler beings on the planet than
teenaged
children, whether they have read these lines, or not. But observe the
law, for it IS the law,
and if you are under eighteen, or this material offends you, stop now,
and go do something
healthy and rewarding other than studying history, and the snake pits
that civilization
occasionally creates.....
The author
Chapter 1
The Wilson Chronicles
The first witch of record was accused by a farmer of causing his pigs
to
miscarry. He also claimed to have seen her at a witches Sabbath,
dancing in the nude, with
a strange demon.
She was tested by the Witchfinder in front of a panel of three judges,
who saw that
she had an insensitive mole upon her body.
They delivered her to the Torturer, and he extracted a full confession
that
implicated many other girls and women. In spite of the best efforts of
the Witchfinder,
guards and judges to purify this witch with Christian fluids, she was
declared unrepentant,
and was sentenced to be abused and burned. Before she could be burned,
however, she
vanished, proving she had satanic powers.
The full report follows :
The family
June Wilson, the first witch to be identified, had been born seventeen
years earlier
in the small village of Marsdon. She was the eldest of the two Wilson
daughters, and the
first female to be accused of witchcraft in the history of Marsden.
The Wilson family, who prided themselves with being God-fearing
farmers, and
producers of cheese, were considered to be very prosperous by the
standards of Marsden,
however since they had now, since the Kings proclamation, declared
themselves openly to
be Catholic they had become outcasts in the strongly Protestant
community. They were
not Catholic, nor even Christian, for they worshipped the ancient
pagan Gods.
June had grown into a beautiful young girl, a younger edition of her
petite mother
, Leslie, who everyone readily admitted was probably the most
beautiful and charming
woman in the county. Leslie was also a knowing participant in the
four annual gatherings
of her Satanic group, and excelled in wild sexual performances.
Her appearance however, belied a sensuous nature, well concealed from
her
neighbors and children.
Those full lips had been often pressed tightly around her husbands
cock in the still
evening hours, and she still uninhibitedly enjoyed every form of
sexual pleasure with wild
abandon. Including the festivals where men and women made love with
small regard for
whom their partners might be.
Since her husband's death however, the community had drawn apart from
her, as it
often does with widows, and her still taut vagina was now used only by
a smooth wooden
dildo, as she dreamed of past ecstasy with her eager husband.
It was soon after June's fifteenth birthday, that she began to
attract the serious
attention of the local young men, who cared less about religion than
about the budding
beauty of the young woman, and their own exploding hormones.
It was when they learned that her strict upbringing did not allow
promiscuity, and
that she wanted to protect her virginity until her marriage, that the
young men began to
stray away, finding easier girls, if not so beautiful, to entertain
them. Thus this beautiful
young girl grew into womanhood knowing but little of men and their
manner with women.
A year younger than June, but even more attractive, was Marie. A
superbly
beautiful young woman, with wide spaced eyes, and pouting lips, she
already had high, full
breasts already larger than either her sister or mothers, thrusting
upward saucily from her
lissome growing body.
Without a doubt, Marie had a glowing beauty all her own that
surpassed both her
mother and sister, for the taut sixteen year old body was promising to
exceed her mothers
beauty.
The problem began when Earl Simmons' young wife died in a mysterious
accident
the year before. The undertaker had rumored that the woman had died
from a beating,
which Earl vehemently had denied.
After a year had passed, he began to pay serious attention to Leslie,
and her
daughters, admiring their budding beauty, and speculating on how he
might best turn the
widow into his bed. Earl began to pay much more attention to the
beautiful Leslie, who
obviously was more likely to take his cock than either of her
daughters who were innocent
to the point of irritation.
For two years after Leslie's husband had died the farm continued to
prosper, with
Leslie and her daughters, assisted by a hired hand, producing a
bountiful sale of the special
cheese, even in a year where few other farmers were barely making ends
meet.
When Earl realized with a shock that his farm was about to be annexed
for taxes,
and with the thought that he might borrow enough from Leslie to tide
him over to the next
year, he abruptly appeared one evening at the Wilson's door.
The widow was now being avoided by others as much as the daughters,
due to
their Catholic beliefs, but Earl was indifferent as to religion, and
found his only problem to
be how to choose between the mature beauty of the widow, and the fresh
young virgin
daughter.
His financial condition forced him to devote his attention to the
mother, even
though he eyed the slim lithe beauty of June with rising passion, and
the curvaceous Marie
made him pause every time he passed her. It occurred to him that if he
married the mother,
he would probably have not one, but all three of the women.
The idea of a harem of such loveliness excited him beyond reason.
He visited the Wilson farm late one Sunday evening, and Leslie
entertained him
with a fine meal, and some strong wine, which he drank down thirstily.
He eyed the handsome woman and discovered a sudden hardening of his
cock.
Finally after the girls had retired, he began to caress the widow, and
slip his hand up her
dress.
Leslie was wet with anticipation already, and she resisted very
briefly, merely a
token resistance. A man would be so much better than the dildo.
Both now knew what was going to happen and both eagerly looked forward
to a
sexual experience both had long anticipated.
Leslie opened his trousers, and sank to her knees as a huge organ fell
gently
forward into her eager hands. She looked at Earls stiffening cock with
appreciation. It was
definitely a larger than average sized cock, and one she would clearly
enjoy, if it didn't
split her open.
She held it in her hand, and kissed the bulbous end. Earl's cock
jerked in
anticipation, and his breath began to come raggedly as he pressed his
hands onto her
breasts.
Within a few moments they were fully engaged on the thick rug, she for
the first
time in a year at last again feeling the strong stiff thrusts into her
body with thrilling
orgasmic chills of joy.
She wrapped slim shapely legs about him with eager lust, closed her
eyes and felt
the joyous thrills begin to build deep within her belly as he worked
over her now writhing
little body.
The two of them were both somewhat drunk, and somewhat noisy. June
totally
ignorant of the sexual relationship between men and women, hearing the
commotion,
hurried downstairs.
She saw the two coupled in a wild rolling sexual embrace, with Earl's
now
completely naked body lying on top of the small writhing equally nude
figure of her
mother and hearing her mother making small cries of what she thought
was pain,
June stood transfixed as she saw Earl's hips striking savagely into
her mother's
body as she lay with wide spread knees, legs locked over his back.
When he could hold it no longer, he came, and Leslie felt him burst
inside her,
filling her with boiling hot semen, and she reacted with equal
ferocity, her head thrown
back, her teeth bared and clenched as wave after wave of orgasmic
thrills flooded over her
twitching, jerking body. Oh yes! this was so much better than the
dildo, a long groan of
pleasure emerged from between her clenched lips, which June mistook
for a cry of agony..
June ran down the stairs, shouting, " Stop, Stop!', rushing to her
mother's aid,
and picking up the iron fireplace poker as she did so.
Recovering slowly from his mighty orgasm, Earl finally heard Junes
noisy
approach, and with a sudden jerk he drew out his cock. Still kneeling
between Leslie's
wide splayed legs, he looked up just as June struck him with the
poker,.
The lights went out, and he fell across Leslie as she struggled to
rise.
"No, No, honey, it's all right. He wasn't hurting me. This is how
grown ups play
sometimes..." She gazed down at the unconscious Earl.
"Oh Dear, What a mess." Leslie slipped her dress over her head, and
covered the
naked Earl with a blanket, then she knelt and cradled the head of the
limp Earl.
Earl recovered slowly, then sat up holding his aching bleeding head.
His gaze went to the now frightened and trembling June. "Don't be
afraid, my
child, this will heal quickly, and your mother will explain
everything," he said aloud as he
dressed, but silently he thought, "You will pay for that, you little
bitch. "
After he had left, Leslie cried quietly in the kitchen, embarrassed
for both the
discovery by June, and June's rash actions. Leslie silently told
herself that her daughters
must soon be told about sex, and the mechanics involved, as well as
the pleasures.
The Accusation
Simmons listened to the preacher extol the efficiency of the
Witchfinder, with half
his mind. The other half was devoted to a seething, boiling acid of
revenge, and
frustration.
June had not only disrupted his seduction of her mother, and struck
him painfully
on his head, which still throbbed, but now Leslie was refusing to see
him again.
His plans to acquire the widows property and money had gone sadly awry
because
of that bitch, and Earl was not one to forgive and forget so easily.
Indeed, how to repay
that little bitchcat was constantly on his mind. Earl wanted to punish
June, but could see
no way to safely accomplish it without upsetting her mother, whose
gold Earl badly
needed to save his farm.
Suddenly the preacher's description of the punishment of the witches
that the
Witchfinder had discovered and identified in Sweden clicked in Earl's
imagination, and it
burst upon him how to get the daughter out of the way, and into some
serious trouble.
When the preacher asked the congregation if anyone had any knowledge
of
witchcraft within his parish, opportunity appeared.
Simmons rose, his imagination on fire, and excitedly, told the judges
that a dozen
of his pigs had miscarried on the day June Wilson had visited his farm
with her mother.
A complete total lie, but the preacher gaped at him in startled
wonder. The
Witchfinder turned and stared at him. The Witchfinder suddenly smelled
blood.
None of the Wilsons were present to deny his accusation, since they
were Catholic,
which in the eyes of the Preacher, and indeed in the opinion of the
entire congregation,
made the accusation even more believable.
The preacher consulted briefly with the Witchfinder.
"Is it possible?" he asked in a low voice.
"I cannot say until we test the accused for the entrance of Satan. It
is always
present upon the bodies of Satan's subjects."
The Witchfinder paused. "It would be prudent to test the accused
before they
flee." The preacher nodded in assent.
"There must be judges, three at least, to insure that fairness is
present, and that
only Satan's subjects are punished, and the innocent go free"
Simmons was now silent, as the Witchfinder and the Preacher selected
three men
from those present, and challenged them to be the judges. The
Witchfinder was an
excellent judge of character, and picked three of the ugliest, meanest
looking of the men,
on the principle that they were the most starved for sex, and thus
would prove to be the
most malleable in his employ.
Hesitantly, they agreed, and joined the Witchfinders little group in
the rear of the
church.
Now the preacher called for the warder, and the Witchfinder ordered
him to bring
Leslie Wilson, and both of her daughters before the tribunal, for
examination.
Simmons was taken aback. He had not planned on Leslie being accused,
but still
the plan was good. Only now he would have to bribe the warder to free
two of the three
women. Marie would be a fine addition to his plans. Not a bad plan at
all, he mused, and
the little bitch in spite of her beauty, would get her just desserts,
probably a good public
whipping on that cute little ass, he thought excitedly.
And, with a few pieces of gold into the right hands, he might get to
fuck the
daughter while she was imprisoned, and still marry the mother, thus
securing the fortune
she reputedly possessed. A flawless plan, he thought. And the Church
would reward him
with one half of the women's property for the accusations, the rest
going to the
Witchfinder, and the Duke, equally.
And, he thought excitedly, he would then have both Leslie, a mature
full bodied
woman, and Marie, a youthful slim child / woman. Surely she was a
virgin. A two woman
harem, and what incredibly beautiful women!. His cock hardened quickly
at the mere
anticipation of his future sexual exploits with the Wilsons.
June, however would certainly have to be disposed of. Probably she
would be
badly punished, with whippings and torture, he thought. Well, so be
it. She was too saucy
anyway.
He understood that the Witchfinder could not easily free a woman once
the judges
had ruled, even for much gold. So June was going to have to be
punished. Perhaps they
would disfigure her, or she might even die under the tortures he had
heard that they
performed on accused women to get confessions of witchcraft.. His cock
grew stiffer.
The Witchfinder
The Matthew Hopkins, the famed Witchfinder was elated. The first witch
in the
parish. He had glanced at his cadre in the front row as Simmons had
made the fatal
accusations, and saw them all grinning evilly as Simmons had continued
to pour out his
lies, now adding lie after lie to the initial accusation.
The Ropemaster, The Whipmaster, The Torturer, The Executioner, all
would now
have employment, and though unspoken, it was understood that the
females would be
available to them for any purpose, once accused, and imprisoned.
The Castle on the mountain
"We must have a suitable accommodation for this work, is there a
prison nearby
that we can use to hold these dangerous witches?"
The minister smiled. June weighed less than 90 lbs., and was hardly
dangerous. But
the bump still visible on Earl's head reminded him of her youthful
strength. She might be
dangerous after all. The minister sincerely believed in the existence
and power of witches,
for he had read of them in his bible many times.
Perhaps she would need restraints. How do you restrain a witch? He
turned to the
Witchfinder and said, "Master, I know nothing of this problem, will
you handle it?"
Matthew Hopkins smiled benignly. "Of course, preacher. It is my
profession"
The minister wanted to watch. Possibly even participate. Especially
when they
began to whip her. He felt his cock begin to stiffen at the thought.
He had seen June many
times in the village, and admired the youthful beauty of the slim
little woman. How he
would like to rip her dress off and lay a bull hide whip across those
titties.! He paused in
his thoughts as he heard the Witchfinders request for a castle.
The Minister pondered for a few moments, then his face lit up. "There
is the
Duke's old castle. ! It is well suited to your purposes, being a
distance from the village,
yet easily accessible if need be, by road. There are numerous cells
there, and still strong
enough to hold a rogue or two"
"He has left his castle in the care of the Duchess, who is young, and
high spirited.
She entertains but little, now that her master is away, and the castle
is empty except for
her, and her maids, along with two or three old guards. Surely she
would not refuse to
allow the church the use of the castle for such a noble purpose as a
witch hunt."
Within an hour the small group of men had left the church, and
proceeded to the
Castle on the hill, leaving the executioner to instruct Milo on where
to deliver the accused.
It was a red faced preacher who explained to the Duchess that the
castle was
needed by the Church for the examination of a girl who might possibly
be a witch, then
bowing and scraping, for he feared the diminutive Dutchess would
reduce her
contributions to the church if he offended her, he introduced the
Witchfinder.
Chapter 8
The Terror begins
"Tell me of this witch", the Duchess ordered imperiously.
The Witchfinder did not like the tone of this. The Duchess was of
medium height,
her blond hair plated and piled upon her head making her appear taller
than she was.
She was dressed in an elegantly simple one piece silk dress that
clung suggestively
to her slim body, revealing, yet concealing. She was clearly not one
of the shallow women
so typical of the royal family, and she was young.
High firm breasts thrust aggressively upward and out against the
smooth cloth and
a suggestion of nipples was visible through the cloth. A shockingly
beautiful young
woman, and the Witchfinder was distracted by this pleasant, though
quite unexpected
surprise. Then, as he eyed the cool little beauty, his mind began to
develop a plan.
The Witchfinder spoke boldly, secure in his powers granted by the king
and
Bishop, explaining the accusations, and the procedures, using
generalities, and vague
explanations, to soothe her fears, But when he reached for her hand,
she retreated from
him, and a cloud of fear briefly crossed her brow.
Patricia was not impressed with the witch story. A lifelong Christian,
she placed
small belief in witches and witchcraft, and viewed the Witchfinder
with barely disguised
disgust and disdain. Still, they were mentioned in the Holy bible.
Still, she was a bit intimidated, frightened of his imposing bulk, and
wary of
offending the church, especially as represented by the Preacher, who
she knew had great
influence both with her absent husband and the people in the town.
"You really believe that this small little girl, this child, who the
pig farmer has
accused, has been consorting with Satan?", she asked the Preacher.
Turning to the Duchess, the Witchfinder responded, "It has been sworn
to by
Master Earl, who is after all, a respectable farmer, your grace, and
we are duty bound to
investigate all such accusations."
"What rubbish, " she exclaimed, " This girl is well known to me, and
her family is
famed only for diligent work and excellent cheeses, not magic or
witchcraft! "
The Witchfinder gazed at the Duchess with some surprise, and turned to
the
Preacher at his side. "Has this the sound of a defense of the witch?"
he asked grimly.
Shocked, the Preacher glanced at the Witchfinder in amazement, then in
fear and
quite unable to speak, he stood frozen in indecision, his mind
whirling. If he accused the
Duchess of Witchcraft, and she was proved to be a witch, then all the
Dukes property
would be confiscated by the crown. He shook his head violently, "No,
no, she cannot be!"
he stuttered.
Now the Witchfinder took command of the situation and rising to his
full height,
an imposing six and a half feet, and pointing directly at the seated
woman, intoned in a
loud voice, " My name is Matthew Hopkins, and both the Inquisitor
General of the Church
and the King himself have appointed me the Witchfinder of Briton. You
will permit the
inquisition to occur within this castle, and since you seem reluctant
to assist, I now order
that you be confined to your chambers with your maids."
The Witchfinder smiled grimly, " And you might remember, my dear
Duchess, that
should any of the accused implicate you, or name you as a conspirator,
you may find
yourself also in bond. The King cannot save you, you are completely in
my power until I
decide your guilt or innocence!"
He turned to his men, and gestured. They rose as one and moving
quickly, seized
the Duchess, who now cried out "Help, Help", and began to struggle in
the grasp of the
Ropemaster.
The Preacher, taken aback at this show of force, turned to the
Witchfinder.
"Have a care, she is a Princess, fifth in line to the throne
itself.... and has great
influence at court!", he murmured to the raging Witchfinder.
He turned away, "Let her beware !", he said.
The preacher faced the struggling Duchess, " Your Grace, please
reconsider ! He
is very powerful. He can condemn and imprison anyone in the name of
the King, and
Church."
"We all fear him. With the Duke away, do not make an enemy of this
man."
She screamed , writhing in the firm grip of the Ropemaster, and her
old guard
appeared at the door and seeing his mistress being assaulted by the
group of men, turned
to run for help.
"Charles!!", the Dutchess has been taken prisoner by a band of
ruffians!. Ride for
the Duke, at once"
Twenty minutes later, a rider quietly left the stables, and headed
toward London,
where the Duke was camped, awaiting orders from the King as to the
coming battle with
the Scots.
A Duchess is deposed
Your Grace," The preacher pleaded to the Duchess in a last effort to
rescue her,
"He is a cruel man, and you may be sure the Duke will deal roughly
with him when he
returns, should he harm you, or act untowardly toward your maids, but
do not resist him
for he is a man of fiery temper, and may not be afraid of the Duke.
Meanwhile, do not
obstruct his search for witches, or people might think you yourself
might be involved."
At that point, the door opened, and Milo entered. Milo was the newest
addition to
the Witchfinder's staff, and acted as the jailer. Milo was also known
among the group as
"the assfucker." He did not trouble to deny the appellation.
"I wish to see you to your chambers, madam.", he spoke politely, and
approached
her unsuspecting figure.
Patricia cried out in pain as the man named Milo made a smoothly
practiced
motion with a loop of thin cord and in a twinkling, bound her wrists
tightly together in
front of her.
"I will see that you are severely punished for this," she promised, "I
have some
strength at court, as you will see!"
The Ropemaster barked a short loud laugh. "We shall see how much
strength you
have, bitch !", and with a man on each side, her wrists bound tightly
she was dragged, still
resisting, out of the room.
Patricia was worn out. She could not struggle or resist, anymore, and
when they
finally untied her wrists, she stared about in puzzled surprise. This
was a part of the castle
she had never visited.
The Ropemaster spoke to Milo, tossing his head at Patricia." Get her
clothing and
clean out her apartment right away. When the servants return in a few
hours, the room
should be clean and they should be told that she has left for London
to visit friends until
the Duke returns, and the witch-hunt is over. "
The shorter nodded, and man taking the keys, vanished toward the
door.
Suddenly the Witchfinder entered, and moving directly in front of the
helpless
woman, slapped her violently across her full mouth. Patricia cried
out more from shock
than pain, still not yet aware of her great danger.
The Ropemaster reached out with a doubled loop of cord, and with a
practiced
skill, and once more bound the stunned girl's wrists tightly together
in front of her before
she could jerk away.
Now she felt the first flash of fear, and looked directly at the
Witchfinder.
"I will see that all of you die horribly for this," she promised, her
back straight and
head thrown back fearlessly, a trickle of scarlet tracing a fine line
over her chin from her
split lip. No man had ever struck her before, and she was still
unnerved by the loss of her
power.
They tied the free end of the rope to an eye in the ceiling, so that
she stood
helpless, her arms pulled upward, her dark black hair tumbled about
her wide eyed face, as
she looked at the two men staring at her with lust growing in their
eyes.
A Duchess. Royalty. But now a helpless frightened little woman. Just
removing her
clothing would reduce her to a common little bitch. She really was
dressed in fine clothing,
The silk felt like another skin under their sweating hands.
They took their time with her clothing, slowly opening and
unbuttoning, until she
stood revealed in only her pink silk brassiere and panties. Grinning,
the Witchfinder ripped
the lacy peach colored bra away, exposing her firm well shaped breasts
to their now
glowing eyes.
Leisurely, the Ropemaster caressed each jutting mass of firm flesh,
and grinned
down at the frantic Duchess.
A thin bush of dark pubic hair now revealed itself as the Witchfinder
pushed down
her thin silk panties, and pulled them off her dancing feet.
Patricia did not know what was going to happen. Perhaps they were
going to rape
her, or even kill her. She realized with growing horror that she was
completely helpless to
stop them no matter what they decided to do with her.
She twisted her lithe body into a tense straining knot trying to free
herself from the
bindings that held her fast, until the pain from her lashings became
intense from the ropes
cutting into her wrists.
The two men glanced at each other and grinned, for the tiny waist and
wide hips of
the Princess were both unusual, and sensually attractive, and the
struggles of the helpless
girl excited them both..
Patricia was breathing heavily in great heaving gasps, as a result of
her attempt to
free herself and as the men stepped away and looked at her she dropped
her head in
shame.
She now stood completely naked, and fully exposed , her long slim
legs showing
to full advantage as she stood with her feet together on tiptoe, the
smooth muscled body
covered with a light sheen of wetness from perspiration from being in
the warm room as
the two men caressed and pinched the firm flesh of the girl.
Finally, The Witchfinder stepped away and motioned to the other man.
"It is time to have our way with the little bitch", the Witchfinder
decreed, "She
must learn our ways, and quickly!".
The Ropemaster lowered her so that she stood flat-footed on the cold
stone of the
floor, but left her bound wrists tied overhead..
"Prepare her!" the Witchfinder barked.
The Ropemaster quickly fastened leather bands about each ankle and
around her
neck. Then loosed the wrist bindings, and replaced them with heavy
iron cuffs.
He bound her ankles, forcing her to stand awkwardly with her legs
pressed tightly
together. Next he bound her wrists behind her, and tied the rope from
the ceiling to them.
Finally, he slowly pulled the girls wrists toward the ceiling, forcing
her to bend far
forward, and moan in pain as the strain grew in her shoulders. A strap
around her body
pinned her arms to her body, and a thin rope cut across her breasts.
The Ropemaster now tied a rope from her hair to the floor, preventing
her from
raising her head as he increased the strain on her wrists.
The Ropemaster turned to the Witchfinder grinning evilly. "She is
prepared" He
gloated.
Patricia's beautifully shaped legs, every straining muscle showing,
were held
bound together at the ankles, but left a gap in her crotch that the
two men each rubbed
lightly at first, then with increasing pressure and growing
excitement.
The two men slowly stripped themselves naked in front of Patricia's
horrified gaze,
pausing occasionally to pinch her dangling breast, or caress her
straining body, as their
cocks grew steadily in size.
The Witchfinder sweated, as they prepared , his cock growing still
more rigid at
the sight of the lithe, youthful girl held so helpless and vulnerable,
with both her tiny anus
and pink slit exposed to their gaze.
"Ah", he thought," There is nothing so good as a proud woman brought
to abject
helplessness.
He knew women. He dealt with women continually, and had only hatred
and
contempt for them.
Beautiful women who often dreamed of the King's court, and offered
themselves
to him as a means of reaching the envied positions in the palace that
his recommendation
could bring.
These women often had considerable beauty, but few of them excited him
like
Patricia had. He suspected that she was still a virgin, for the Duke
was old, and had
married her in the spring, when she was but sixteen ( He knew she had
lied when she told
him she was 18). It was possible. And if she was, The Witchfinder
would have her now,
before the others got to her, for once imprisoned, she was fair game
for any of the men,
and was certain to be raped repeatedly..
When he was finally aroused sufficiently, he nodded to Milo, who now
knelt , and
gently pressing apart her exposed soft pussy lips, began to thrust his
tongue along the
fleshy slit between her thighs.
To her surprise, Patricia felt herself reflexively twitching, and
actually enjoying the
feeling of his hot tongue slipping inside her velvety smooth vaginal
lips. A hot flush began
to rise from her crotch, and the pain in her wrists was almost
forgotten.
Finally, when she was wet and breathing raggedly, he rose, and moved
in front of
her, slipping his arms around her and fondling her full dangling
breasts.
The Witchfinder approached the bent figure from the rear, his thick
cock dripping ,
and pressed his great cock against her now soaking slit, then
entered her hot flesh easily.
He worked it up inside her, slowly, slowly, enjoying the clasp of hot
flesh around
his huge penis, then with more force, until he felt the resistance he
had hoped for. She was
a virgin.
She could not help herself as reflexively she tried to draw up her
long slim legs,
and press her knees further apart to ease his entry, but her bound
wrists and ankles limited
her movements, so she could only stand writhing and gasping in
excitement, pain and fear
as the huge man ripped through her hymen, and made a woman out of the
maid.
Meanwhile, as the Dutchess was being forceably raped, Earl sat at
home. He
poured a glass of brandy from the bottle he had stolen from the
castle, and sat back
comfortably in front of his fireplace and contemplated the future,
slowly stroking his rock
hard cock. Yes, things were going quite well, he thought, this is much
better than shoving
those dammed pigs around!