~Subject: Repost:Tales of the Witchfinder Part 2B
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 13:11:12 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Tales of the Witchfinder Part 2b
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. 

(The story resumes with the Dutchess sending a messenger to the Duke
for help)

 
     Patricia walked on shaking legs to her bath, and washed herself. She
pressed a  
cloth napkin into her vagina and pulled her small clothes up to hold
the pad in place. She  
pulled on a warm cotton dress, then found her leather riding suit and
hid it under the bed.  
She would need to dress, if she were to escape, she thought, then and
throwing herself  
across her bed, the brave little woman finally gave vent to her
terror, and sobbed in  
despair into the silence of the room.  
     She lay on her side, her hands both pressed to her aching crotch, and
sobbed tears  
of pain and despair. 
     She  finally stopped crying, and sat up to take stock of her
situation. She well  
realized the extent of her degradation, and how hopeless her situation
was, but she had  
been at court long enough to know that rape and sodomy were not  rare
occurrences  
among the Nobility. She would have revenge yet, she promised herself
as she rubbed her  
bruised wrists, and tender crotch. Kick her, would he?. She would see
him hang for that!. 
 
     Patricia's maid Melissa had hovered anxiously outside, waiting until
the Ropemaster  
exited, slamming the door. Melissa then had waited until her mistress
had quieted, then after assuring 
herself that the Ropemaster had indeed vanished down the hall she
entered. . 
      
     "Mistress, what have they done to you, ?" the shocked maid asked in
frightened  
tones. 
     "Melissa, I have been raped and tortured by these beasts, and I think
they mean to  
murder me to obtain the castle for their own purposes." 
 
     Melissa seeing a growing patch of blood in her mistress's crotch, ran
to the closet,  
and brought back clean white packing cloths. She placed a pad of cloth
between her  
mistresses white thighs, where blood still slipped out of the shaved
vaginal lips onto her  
dress, from her earlier rape. She covered her mistresses shaking body
with a  heavy  
blanket, then held the child/ woman princess in her arms.  
 
     "You must leave within the hour, to get help", Patrica ordered the
maid, "Go to  
the stable and tell the stableman that you must get fruit and
vegetables for the Witchfinder  
for the morrow, and you need a strong horse and a cart. Then ride to
London and bring  
the news to the Duke.!" 
 
     Melissa was young, but aware that considerable danger would be
present...still she  
could see the urgent and immediate danger that they were in. 
     The maid would not be sufficient assurance that the message would get
through.  
She needed a back up. 
     If she were to save her own life, she must somehow inform the Duke of
her  
danger.    
      She called out to Melissa, " Before you leave, send me Amos!". 
      
     Amos was in his 70's in an age when men seldom lived past their 35th
birthday, so  
he knew well the ways of survival. He listened as his Mistress ordered
him to bring back  
the Duke, and considered the ways he might outwit the numerous guards
that he was sure  
would be sent out once his mission was known.  
     Nodding, satisfied he still had enough energy and wit to do this task,
he  
answered," Yes Mistress, I shall not fail you". 
"But you should know that I have already dispatched a young man to
notify the Duke of  
your danger." 
."Amos, I trust only you. Please save us if you can." 
Patricia did not tell him that she had also sent her maid on the
mission 
 Better two arrows to her bow than one, Patricia thought. 
 
     " Yes, mistress, I shall depart immediately," Amos replied, and so
saying, left the  
room, and descended to the stables. 
 
     Patricia awakened the next morning in her own chambers, to the smell
of toasted  
bread and soft cereal, and  while she was stiff and sore from her
rough treatment of the  
night before, she was able to eat and drink normally while taking
stock of her situation. 
     She breakfasted and drank slowly, her young body quickly recovering
from the  
brutality of her kidnap and rape, but her mind filled with vivid
scenes of what she feared  
would be her future tortures and possible murder. She knew well the
fate of royalty once a  
mob gained control. 
 
Chapter 11 
The plans 
 
And so it was that after the Witchfinder had met, raped and then
imprisoned the  
Duchess in a lonely tower of her own home after abusing her, the old
castle was once  
again filled with busy people, and smoke rose from the chimneys as the
guards, wardens  
and the small staff of the Witchfinder settled in to their new home,
and began their grisly  
business.  
Yet, even though the Duchess remained imprisoned in her own castle
chambers,  
terrified, seething with anger, and plotting revenge, she was
strangely attracted to this man  
who had raped her so cruelly, and treated her with such contempt. 
The Witchfinder was well pleased with the progress of events, since he
now had  
both the castle for his work, and a royal bed companion at his beck. 
Essential to the needs of the church and the Witchfinder was the
isolation and size  
of the castle. With it's many rooms, barred windows and deep stone
chambers it was ideal  
for their secretive and evil purposes, and the Witchfinder's men
mentally cataloged the  
place for their special uses, as they explored their new home. 
The great stone fireplace in the rear had been used in times past to
roast an entire  
ox for the benefit of guests and visitors, however the Witchfinder now
contemplated it  
with a different purpose in mind, speculating on how he might best use
this in his witch  
hunt. A witch might also be entertainingly roasted in that fireplace,
he mused, or even a  
recalcient Dutchess, if need be. 
The women would be confined in cells, some of them in isolated rooms,
others in  
the large central dungeon block, then brought one by one to the
Witchfinder for a  
preliminary evaluation. He needed at least thirteen women, the number
of a coven, and  
they must be names that June, the first accused witch, supplied.
Usually, but not always, a  
man led the coven, so an opportunity to eliminate any opposition from
uncooperative  
husbands, fathers, or lovers was always present. 
"Some of them must go free", he mused," But we shall choose carefully"

He knew the village was filled with potential, since he had already
seen a score of  
young girls at the church, and they probably were known to the
accused, small towns  
being what they were.  
If so, and June confessed their names, some of them would be
"visiting" him soon.  
He smiled inwardly. He would strip them naked and make them quite
helpless before he  
tested them. Yes, it was good to be active again. 
 The women seemed to be all young, comely and probably virginal,
considering  
that they were all in the same age group as June, and the Witchfinder
ordered Milo to  
arrest the entire family of an accused witch, to see if the contagion
had spread.  
Also, as he well knew, a mother was likely to confess to anything in
order to stop  
the screams of a favorite child. The fathers would often pay any
ransom asked to secure a  
wife's or daughter's release, but this was such a poor parish that few
would be ransomed.  
Most would surely die. 
Only the Duchess might prove to be a serious adversary, and if she
could not be  
persuaded to his will, he would deal with her ruthlessly. No little
cunt, no matter how  
noble in rank would frustrate his search for witchcraft.!  He smiled
inwardly. 
 "Will the Duchess be a problem? ", the Witchfinder asked his band. 
 The Ropemaster glanced at the rest, and spoke. 
"The little bitch needs to be taught some manners. I can easily bring
that snotty  
little cunt to her knees". He thought of his recent lessons teaching
her the fine art of  
cocksucking, and smiled inwardly. 
The Witchfinder nodded in approval. "Then do so.! Break her spirit,
teach her to  
obey!. She is in your care until she speaks only when spoken to." 
"Remember, we must be careful." The Ropemaster cautioned, " She has
power.  
She might somehow reach the Archbishop, or the Duke and they do not
approve of our  
methods, if you remember." 
The torturer answered, "We can put her and her maid both in the
dungeon, and  
keep them there until we are finished with our work." 
"No, we have other business for the dungeons. Put her in one of those
tower  
rooms" 
The Witchfinder turned to Milo. "Find a nice airy cell, isolated
enough that she will  
not be able to talk to anyone, yet accessible to us, when we wish to
visit her, where we  
can properly discipline the bitch and strike terror into the souls of
her staff. " He paused,  
his mind at work again, "Set up stocks there, the sitting-standing
type, and chain her by  
her ankle to her room. Let her keep her maid with her, but don't let
the maid talk to  
anyone.  
     Until we are ready, keep all of the servants away from the accused
witches  
until we know what results we will have with the judges." Milo nodded,
and left. 
It was the Witchfinders plan to lure the judges into compromising
themselves  
sexually, through witnessing the testing, the subsequent torture, and
with luck he would  
get one or more of them to perform some torture or overt sexual act
upon the victims, as  
early in the questioning as possible, thereby assuring the silence and
cooperation of the  
men. He need not have worried. 
The three judges that sat at the table in the darkened corner were all
middle aged  
solid Christian men who only awaited an opportunity to participate,
and serve their God  
and Church. 
 
Chapter 12 
The conversion of the Duchess 
Milo slammed open the door to the Patricia's room. 
"Where is your Maid?" He shouted. 
"I know not, master", Patricia replied mildly," has she offended you?"

"Come with me, bitch", he roared, and half dragging the small woman,
led her up  
the stairs to the room in the tower that he had decided would be her
prison until the  
Witchfinder decided to dispose of her. It was a hundred feet above the
moat, and faced the  
countryside. The two small windows were but slits, and too narrow for
even her slim body  
to pass through. 
In a few moments, the Ropemaster appeared, and the two men closed and
locked  
the heavy door leaving her trapped with them. 
Patricia cried out in pain as the Ropemaster bound her wrists tightly
together in  
front of her.  
"Don't, please, don't, not again, Please, please, I can't stand any
more!!!"  
AAAAAAAHhhhhh!! She screamed, as he backhanded her across her mouth. 
"I will see that you die for this," she promised, a trickle of blood
draining from the  
corner of her mouth.. He laughed evilly, and gave another painful
twist to her bindings. 
It was but the work of a moment, and her clothing was again lying in
rags on the  
floor, as the two men feasted their eyes on her slim body. 
Milo reached eagerly for her firm buttocks, and spread them wide,
eyeing the small  
brown anal ring he wanted to ravage immediately. 
The Ropemaster tied the free end of the rope to an eye in the ceiling,
so that she  
again stood helpless, her arms pulled upward, her nude body stark
against the stony walls  
of her room in the tower. He ran his hand carefully down her body,
from breasts to crotch,  
admiring the slim beauty of her body. A little whipping was often just
what some of these  
wild bitches wanted, he mused, but for some reason the Witchfinder
wanted her  
unmarked. No problem. There were many ways to break the spirit of
these cunts, and he  
knew them all. 
"Milo, you are through here now. Return to the guard room, and await
my  
arrival", The Ropemaster ordered. Milo sullenly stalked to the door,
and with a withering  
look, exited. 
 Her lips parted in fearful anticipation of what he was about to do.  
Long shining white-blond hair partly covered her pert upthrust
breasts, and  
tumbled fetchingly about her slim body as he removed the silver clasp
from her hair and  
tossed it aside. 
"I've wanted to fuck you since I saw how easily the master used you.
I'll bet you  
have a really royal cunt. A golden slit." 
Patricia knew what was going to happen. He was going to rape her, and
she was  
completely helpless to stop him. The idea frightened her, yet
fascinated her as well. 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 and ankles. 
The Ropemaster smiled to himself. She had a tiny waist and wide hips
which were  
sensually attractive, and the struggles of the helpless girl excited
him greatly. 
Patricia was breathing heavily in great heaving gasps, as a result of
her attempt to  
free herself, and as he stepped away and looked at her, she dropped
her head in shame.  
     She was now standing completely naked, and fully exposed , her long
slim legs  
showing to full advantage as she stood with her feet apart, on tiptoe,
the smooth muscled  
body covered with a light sheen of perspiration from being confined in
the warm room,  
and fear the fear of her coming ordeal all added a high tension to her
body.  
Now the Ropemaster also began to sweat, as he stroked her silky skin
to prepare  
her, his cock growing rigid at the sight of the struggling, youthful
girl held so helpless and  
vulnerable. 
"Please, don't hurt me, you know I will do what ever you wish, please
untie me,  
please, please...." 
He knew that The Witchfinder had found her to be a virgin, and he had
been  
present when the Witchfinder had taken that virginity. He had felt
those full red lips  
around his cock, and at the thought, his cock hardened another degree.

     "You won't get off so easily this time, bitch. A little cocksucking is
just a  
beginning to what is in store for you if you don't begin to cooperate"

"Yes, master, I will do whatever you desire, just please, don't hurt
me any more!" 
 
The Ropemaster knelt, and gently pressing apart her soft pussy lips
began to thrust  
his tongue along the fleshy slit between her thighs. He tasted the
sweet warm juices of the  
young woman, and gripped her buttocks with hard fingers. 
Against her will, Patricia felt herself twitching, and actually
enjoying the feeling of  
his hot tongue slipping inside her velvety smooth vaginal lips. 
Finally, when she was wet and breathing raggedly, he rose, and slipped
his arm  
around her and while he kissed her on the lips, he found the soft
opening between her  
thighs, and slowly pressed his great cock up inside her, slowly,
slowly, straightening his  
legs until he held her impaled on his great cock, then thrust deep
with more force, until he  
felt the tip of his cock bump into resistance at the end of the
vaginal tunnel. She was  
panting wildly, and moaning softly "uh uh uh uh". Definitely not a
virgin. Not any more. 
She couldn't help herself, as reflexively she wrapped her long slim
legs around his  
waist to ease his entry, and hung there, gasping in excitement. She
knew what was going  
to happen now, and she was excited, and no longer afraid. 
It lasted only a dozen strokes before he orgasamed, a mighty, ball
draining series  
of ejaculations that spewed white sperm out from the tightly gripping
vagina and down  
both of their thighs. At that moment, Patricia knew he had made her
pregnant. 
Cursing her for making him come too soon, he slowly  drew out his
slippery cock,  
now completely drained and rapidly growing flaccid. Mentally he
promised himself that he  
would have this one again, and soon. 
     He unbound the Dutchess, and watched as she cleaned herself, and then
enjoyed  
her humble touch as she gently wiped away the sticky semen from his
cock and balls as  
well, finally kissing the end of his cock as she finished. 
     "You are wonderful", she lied, "I never had a feeling like that
before". 
     The Ropemaster stared narrowly at her. This was not a believable
reaction from a  
royal bitch who was facing death. No, something was afoot here. But
what? 
     Glancing about he asked , " Where is your Maid?" 
     Patricia heart raced as she lied, "She is getting dinner for me, and I
told her to stay  
away while we were together in here" 
     He stood and dressed, then as he turned to leave said ," I want your
maid here  
when I return tomorrow." 
     Patricia nodded. That would give Melissa another twenty-four hours
before the  
Witchfinder would realize that she was on her way to the Duke with
news of her plight. 
Part 2 of 50 
 (To be continued) 
(revised and re written 12/24/95) 
(divided into two parts to accomodate the server 1/12/96)