~Subject: Repost:Tales of the Witchfinder part 2a
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 04:47:21 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Tales of the Witchfinder Part 2a
A History of Witchcraft 
In
Marsden, England, 1593-5

     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. 

( In part 1 we learned how the Witch hunt originated, and how Matthew
Hopkins manipulated
and used his victims. We saw how he seized property and people, on the
pretext of purging
the community from witchcraft. Now the plan widens, and the Dutchess,
already a prisoner
in her own castle, seeks help, and suffers still more.)
     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

Part 2
The Duke and Dutchess 

The Duke was old, and had married Patricia in March,  when she was not
yet 
sixteen. It was a political marriage, but when the Duke had met her on
the day of the 
wedding  he quickly realized that while she was young, and still quite
immature, she was a 
real beauty. Small breasted as yet, but with the promise of more to
come. The Duke lusted 
for the slim little girl, and went through the ceremonies with a
sturdy hard on.
The King had "suggested" that she be allowed a summer of adjustment,
before 
beginning the childbearing duty required of a loyal wife. The Duke was
mad with 
frustration, but still somewhat intimidated, since the King held
Patricia's mother in high 
regard. He also held the Dukes future in his hand.
The Duke was still a healthy male, well endowed, and used to frequent
sex, so it 
was a major strain on his part to refrain from bedding the hot looking
little woman 
immediately. Resigned to the forced delay, he turned to his favorite
mistress for succor. 
He had counted every day, anticipating  the end of summer, lusting
more and more 
after his winsome bride. Only because his mistress had kept him
drained, had he not 
consummated the marriage at the beginning of July. 
When the King had called him and his troop to serve in battle in
Scotland, the 
battle call was welcomed, for the beautiful little bride had taken to
sitting in his lap and 
rubbing her breasts against him in loving embrace every evening, which
had the practical 
effect of driving him mad with passion. 
He was barely able to control himself, King or no King, when the
messenger had 
arrived, and the Duke was able to distract himself enough have a few
hours of welcome 
concentration when he was not thinking of his lovely brides body.
Too much of his days had been spent thinking of what, and how he was
going to 
do when the marriage was finally consummated,  in September.

 The Duke had departed three weeks ago, accompanied by his mistress,
leaving his
 virgin bride at home in the castle, still a virgin.
Now Patricia, this lovely jewel of his, was in the cruel hands of
Matthew Hopkins, 
the famed Witchfinder, and she was terrified.
For a moment the Witchfinder had hesitated. She was a virgin, and the
Duke 
would be furious, but now he was committed. His brain went red, and
his body 
commanded him.  He was through the hymen, deep into the soft, clasping
vaginal tunnel 
which gripped him as tightly as a hand around his throbbing cock,
squeezing softly but 
firmly his great cock.
Pausing to savor the feeling of her body, he thrust inward, deep into
the soft heat 
of the helpless girl, ignoring her choked moan of pain, forgetting the
Duke, forgetting 
everything but the moment, lost in the midst of the rape. He jabbed
still deeper, until his 
great cock was buried to the hilt, deep, deep in her hot velvety
smooth vagina, now 
lubricated additionally with blood from her torn hymen.
Patricia had screamed a high shrill peal of pain  as she felt the
tissue tear inside her, 
and he in turn cried out a few moments later as his orgasm burst deep
inside her, pulsing 
gouts of thick white sticky semen into her. He had come far too
quickly, he thought, but 
she was like hot silk inside, clasping his great cock with the
firmness of youth.
Her flat little belly convulsed , as her own body had it's first male
generated 
vaginal orgasm, and she felt the indescribable thrill of a conquered
woman, and a flush 
bloomed redly across her chest. Patricia had lost her fears long
enough to experience her 
greatest thrill.
He froze for a moment, his arms wrapped tightly around her, gripping
the small 
woman in a rib cracking clasp, giving only small thrusts deep inside
her, with hip 
movements only, driving deeper with his still rigid blood slicked cock
, until white liquid 
semen began to overflow the tight vaginal tunnel and run down her
thighs.
Now thick red liquid coursed slowly down the insides if her legs over
the her 
satiny skin and dripped off her ankle, a blend of his semen and her
own virgin blood  
rimmed her tiny little stretched hole, and leaked downward. A highly
effective rape, 
indeed, he thought, If she were a witch, that much of his holy semen
should purify her, he 
smiled to himself..
The Witchfinder slowly drew out his great cock, reluctant to end his
enjoyment, 
but completely drained and rapidly growing flaccid. Mentally he
promised himself that he 
would have this one again, and soon. Her doom was sealed in any event,
for no royal 
woman could be allowed to live that had been raped this way. She must
be first 
humiliated, broken, silenced. Perhaps then trained as a slave, he
decided, but she must 
never be permitted to tell of this event.
He stared at the bound ,straining figure of the lovely little woman
for a few long 
moments, then nodded to the Ropemaster. "You may have her." He paused,
then added, " 
Any way you wish", and ran his hands suggestively over her smooth
bottom.
The Ropemaster smiled. He opened the door to a cabinet, and drew out a
razor, 
and sharpening stone, and began to hone his razor.
     He relaxed her arms, and untied the rope to her neck, so that she
could stand 
upright, though with legs still held tightly at the ankles. Then he
shaved her mound, using 
only cold water and the sharpened blade. She cringed at the painful
scraping, then sighed 
in relief as he concluded by washing, wiping and cleaning away the
bloody sticky mixture 
of semen and blood from her thighs and legs that the Witchfinder had
left on her body.

     She gazed upward with wide blue eyes at the Ropemaster, a tall strong
man, as he 
moved in front of her, and laid down the knife. Still bound and
helpless now this lovely girl 
that had  been humiliated and raped by the Witchfinder a short time
before was his, and he 
meant to have her his way. He stripped away his shirt and trousers,
revealing a long thick 
cock, now in stiff ten inch position of attention. He moved toward
her, clad only in his 
boots and rubbed the great purplish head of it gently against her
smooth belly, then 
gripping her hair he pressed himself against the trembling body of the
Dutchess.
     
     He towered over her trembling body.  With one hand, he caressed her
now hairless  
pubic area, still pinkish and tender from his shaving, running his
finger lightly down the 
exposed slit between her legs. Naked, Patricia shuddered with terror
fearing that he would 
murder her now that she had been raped. He yanked her head down by her
hair and thrust 
his cock to her face.  She screamed as his cock pressed against her
cheek, and involuntarily 
urinated, the thick yellow stream gushing out of her in a flood,
covering his legs and feet 
with yellow liquid.

     Cursing, his erection sagging, the Ropemaster stepped away and with
one motion 
kicked her between her legs hard, then roared " You cunt! You bitch!,
that won't stop 
me!". Patricia had convulsed in her bonds at the cruel kick into her
soft exposed vaginal 
area, and hung gasping in agony, quite overcome with the agony in her
belly.

The Ropemaster went to the water barrel and dipped out a bucket full
and dashed it over 
the girl. She gasped, and began to beg.
     " Please, please, no more, I can't take any more, please, don't do
this to me, I will 
give you money, just let me go"

     His hands grasping another bucket of cold water he turned and dashed
water over 
her hips, washing away the pool of urine. and  again cleaning  her
aching legs and crotch. 
But now he noted that a considerable amount of bright red blood  was
leaking from her 
vagina, and making a red skein on the  smooth satiny skin. A large
purple bruise was forming. He 
reconsidered his plan to rape her vaginally.

     Patricia had unwittingly delayed what would have been her second rape
in an hour, 
only to invoke a much more painful mistreatment.

     Ignoring her pleading, the Ropemaster rebound her. Now her wrists
again were 
raised behind her so that she  was forced into a bent forward
position, and her neck rope was now
tightened so that she could only stand helpless, arms straining
upward,  watching him fearfully 
as he stood in front of her face and slowly stroked his enormous organ
toward her.

      Patricia's heart raced with fear. Was he going to murder her now? She
desperately 
struggled in her bonds,  writhing in terror, and in a tense voice,
begged him to stop, the 
pain now rising in waves from her unprotected breasts, as he slowly
reached around the 
bent over girl and grasped a breast in each hand. Digging his dirty
nails into the soft, 
sensitive flesh of her breasts, pinching her nipples, knowing that
when he was finally erect, 
the girls tiny virginal anus was awaiting him, he pressed his
hardening cock against her 
face. 

     Her pleading and tears restored him quickly.

          Patricia saw, from her strained position, a huge bulbous cock, long
and 
rigid, now waving before her eyes. A strange excitement began to fill
her tensed body.

      He gripped her hair, and pulled her head up. Her eyes stared at the
awful size of 
the organ. She closed her eyes, and he let her head drop. He moved
away. She heard him 
moving behind her.

     She heard him grunt behind her helpless body, and opened her eyes wide
in 
shocked pain. Patricia screamed in agony as with no warning, he
smashed his fist into her 
unprotected crotch. "AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEeeee!!"

     Then he waited, as she writhed in agony ,gasping with a burning pain
so great she 
could not get her breath, then as she recovered from the shock  she
began to cry and beg 
for mercy. Twice more she endured his heavy blows, until she hung half
conscious, her 
arms twisted nearly out of their sockets, and her  eyes blinded with
pain. Now the bruise 
marks were bright red over the smooth skin of her crotch and the tiny
trickle of blood was a 
steady drip from the broken skin, as she sobbed in agony and despair.

     The Ropemaster now slipped his hand between her legs, grasping her
tortured crotch in a 
viselike grip, and stared down into the beautiful girl's wide eyes.

     "You know the master said I could do anything I wanted to you, because
you have 
been a bad girl. You insulted him in front of his men, and he wants
you to learn never to 
do that again."
     Patricia looked directly at his great stiff cock  with her terrified
wide eyes, and 
hoarsely begged,  "Please don't hurt me any more, I'll do anything you
want"
     "Anything?" the huge man asked," How about doing something with your
mouth?"
     Patricia considered. This was life or death. And her punished crotch
could stand no more.
     "Yes, yes, whatever you want"
     " I want you to kiss my prick, Dutchess, and ask permission to suck me
off"
     Patricia forced a smile and nodded her assent. "Yes, yes, yes, master,
just let me 
down and I'll do it for you"
     After another few minutes of watching her writhe, and listening to her
beg for the 
opportunity to suck his cock, he finally lowered Patricia,  who
immediately dropped to her 
knees weakly, and crossed one aching arm over her bruised breasts,
pressed her other 
hand to her crotch and knelt, pain bowing her slim nude little body
for a few moments, 
then looking pleadingly up at her captor, her full chest heaving with
suppressed sobs, tears 
slipping down her face, she said, "I am ready, Master"
     "Please let me suck your cock", he coached.
     "Yes master, Please, please, let me suck your cock"
     He stiffened still more as her full young lips parted and he felt the
soft, hot wetness 
of her mouth enclose his manhood, and her tongue begin to work around
the head of his 
engorged prick.
     She learned quickly.
     Patricia, Duchess of Norfolk,  finally drained the Ropemasters long
cock, after he 
instructed her on the proper way to lick and suck his iron hard organ.
.When he was 
unable to hold back any longer, he spurted gobs of sticky white
ejaculate into her mouth, 
over her grimacing face, and down her body. 
     He unfastened the pole that held her legs apart, and helped  the
diminutive girl 
whose beautiful blue eyes now leaked tears of rage and frustration,
along the passageway, into 
her own quarters, shoved her inside and slammed the door. 
(Revised 12/26/95)
(Divided into parts a and b to accomodate the server, 01/12/96)