~Subject: Repost: Tales of the Witchfinder Part 3C
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 13:12:28 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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.
Part3c
The interview of June
Milo made sure Marie's door was securely locked, then he left the
sobbing girl to become
acquainted with her cell, and returned to the large room where the
Witchfinder was preparing to query
June.
He saw June, wrists still bound behind her back, now kneeling at the
feet of the seated
Witchfinder, tears streaming from her large blue eyes, as she sat with
arrow straight back, and heaving
breasts.
June remained on her knees in front of the Witchfinder, then seeing
Milo return without either
her mother or sister, slowly bowed her head. Long blond hair cascaded
over her shoulders concealing her
face, her straight back curving forward as despair began to overcome
her.
"The hair", Milo thought to himself, "It's long and thick enough to
cover her to her waist. How I
would love to feel it covering my cock."
"Prepare her", he ordered Milo, pointing to the yoke in the corner.
Besides Milo and the Witchfinder, the three judges stood by the
fireplace, seeming embarrassed by the
situation. The executioner stood silently at the side of the
Witchfinder, prepared to assist him if necessary
in restraining the witch.
The small group drew closer, to watch. Two of the three judges were
already adjusting their
crotches.
Milo roughly pulled June to her feet, and with practiced skill, ripped
away her clothing, so that
she stood naked. He ajusted a thick padded leather collar about her
small neck, having some difficulty
getting it under the massy gold locks, but finally succeeding.
Milo then strapped each thin wrist to the ends of a yoke, so that she
stood helpless, arms apart,
wrists held firmly and facing the room, but unable to shield or
protect her youthful body.
Her firm youthful breasts once revealed made the men gasp with
surprise. Even Milo was
surprised at the size of them, considering the small build of the
youthful girl. Her struggles made them
move with fluid grace from side to side, further hardening the men's
cocks.
She was a well developed young woman, no doubt about that. Milo paused
briefly and looked at
the Witchfinder.
He paused, knowing the effect it was having on the watchers. Junes
struggling was showing off
her young lithe body to the men as being increasingly desirable. The
first thin golden glints of her pectoral
hair were in view, a thin almost transparent bush, and they could see
her flat belly rising and falling with
each deep breath, There was silence in the room except for the men's
heavy breathing, and Junes gasping .
She stood completely nude. Silent now, she was transfixed with fear,
as each man feasted
his eyes on her beauty. The judges had never seen a naked, helpless
woman as beautiful and shapely as
June before, and they were drooling with barely concealed lust.
June had been born with a tiny mole on her left hip, just above her
shapely rounded buttock, and
a second, larger mole on the inside if her right thigh. These minor
little" beauty marks", as they were
called would have not been important except that she was now accused
of witchcraft, and those innocent
marks would be used by the Witchfinder to indicate to the judges the
possible entries of the devil.
The Witchfinder noted these vital items as he watched Milo strip away
the struggling, sobbing
young girls clothing, until she stood before him entirely nude,
shaking with terror, terrified into silence
helpless now, and shamed by the fact she stood naked and exposed in
the presence of several large men,
who slowly overcoming their fears, began reaching out toward the
young woman and began touching,
rubbing and stroking her in her most sensitive and secret parts. June
felt and saw herself in extreme
danger, and was understandably growing hysterical with terror.
She began a soft moaning, keening cry from behind her clenched lips,
and tightly closed her eyes
against the sight of the Witchfinder looming in front of her.
Milo held her from behind, his arm encircling her small waist, her
full thrusting buttocks
squirming against his throbbing hard cock.
Milo's prick, while still encased in his trousers, anticipated the
forthcoming status of her as his
prisoner-victim, and he gripped the small young woman with a rising
lust building in his balls. Every
man in the room was mentally fucking her at that moment.
When he was sure that the Witchfinder had seen her body from every
angle, Milo removed the
restraints, and freed her from the yoke. He left her standing, hands
over her face and shaking with
terrified sobs, still stark naked in front of the Witchfinder and the
rough men in the room.
The Judges moved closer, grouping about her, their eyes devouring the
now freed young woman
as she tried to cover herself with her hands. She fell to her knees.
"Please ", she implored, looking upward at the circle of men, "Help
Me. Don't hurt me. Please
save me !"
Milo stepped in front of the judges, and threw down a white covering
that was always used for
the witches dresses. June reached out and grasped it tightly, then
held it to her bent body trying to cover
her nudity.
Her small arms were now crossed over and protecting her large breasts,
her head bowed to avoid
looking at the men, as she tried to quickly don the cloth.
The covering that Milo provided had proven to be most efficient for
the work. It was a single
length of thick white material with a slit cut in the center for the
girl's head, two foot wide, and of warm
cloth, it was intended to be warm, yet easily raised, opened, or
removed from a bound victim.
June was one of those lithe, slim women who, even when standing
upright, with knees together,
still had a small gap visible in the crotch, and the narrow area was
thinly carpeted with fine blond hair the
Witchfinder noted again, as she opened the cloth and donned it. The
ends of the cloth fell to mid-thigh he
noted.
He licked his lips with anticipation. This was clearly a young woman
who would never leave his
power the same. Perhaps not even alive. Murder was simply part of the
business he was in.
Milo gathered the rags of June's clothing and shoved them into a bag,
which he then placed on
the table beside the Witchfinder. The rags would be used later for
cleaning.
Once the Witchfinder had a witch in his power the innocent girl would
never need her usual
clothing again.
They always died. Those that confessed ended their lives screaming in
the midst of the traditional
fire at the stake, or at the end of a rope, but a few gave up their
spirit during the torture used to exact a
confession. In some few cases clever women had committed suicide in
order to end their ordeal and
escape the continued agony.
The Witchfinder drew June to a chair and seated her, knowing that she
was trembling with fear
under her white covering.
June sat , with tears leaking down her cheeks, staring with wide blue
eyes at the Witchfinder, as
a bird stares at a snake.Some how she sensed that this was a desperate
moment in her life.
Milo tied each ankle of the now unresisting girl to a chair leg, then
carefully tied each knee as far
apart as he could force them, then moving slowly and gently, bound her
wrists tightly to the upper part of
the chair, so that she was unable to raise her arms or legs to protect
herself.
As she sat, eyes on the floor, head bowed, and helpless, June fully
realized how she was now
totally vulnerable to anything the men might do to her.
She heard the deep voice of the Witchfinder speaking quietly into her
ear.
Now she must be made to confess in front of all of these witnesses.
"You have been accused of being a witch, my child. It would be well
for you to confess
immediately, and save yourself much painful interrogation"
She sat silent, dazed and still not comprehending what was to be
required of her.
He took the beautiful little face in his hand and raised her face to
his. "Answer me you little
bitch, or I will whip these titties with my belt", and as he
threatened her he gripped her breast through the
cloth with a cruel grasp and twisted. Her eyes flew open, and she made
a small cry of surprised pain, then
spoke.
"What do you want of me, master ?"
"You must admit to having had intercourse with an imp of Satan, and of
causing farmer Earl's
pigs to miscarry" The executioner giggled behind her. She could not
turn her head, but she knew three
men besides the Witchfinder were in front of her, and the Jailer who
had bound her stood close behind
her. Now she realized that someone else was also present.
Denial
June shook her head from side to side in denial. "No. master, I have
no such powers. I am not a
witch. indeed, I am a virgin. I have never known a man, and so could
not be a witch."
Milo and the Witchfinder glanced at each other. This was no good. Her
virginity must be quickly
erased, or the judges might not sentence her.
Milo's cock twitched at that admission, and he moved closer, to smell
the sweet fragrance of the
youthful body as she looked up pitifully with her beautiful heart
shaped face into his grim visage. Milo
knew it might be his pleasant task to deflower this beautiful young
woman, and within the hour.
The Witchfinder continued, "Ah, so it would seem my child, but Satan
has found other ways to
penetrate into the female body than the vagina, as you will soon
learn."
"A confession would be best," The Witchfinder thought, "But Milo will
quickly ravish her, and
once she has been well and truly fucked, her sentence will be assured"
"My child," The Witchfinder began, " The Jailer who stands waiting at
your side, can extract a
confession from you, but you will do best for yourself if you confess
now."
" I have seen him so bind a girl like yourself, who is young and
flexible, so that she is bent far
forward, then he spreads her legs, and ties those outstretched legs
up, over her arms, behind the witches
shoulders. The agony is great, and when the legs and arms finally
dislocate from the sockets, you will
certainly know agony beyond any which you have ever dreamed of before.
Yes, you will certainly scream
when he dislocates each of those shapely legs", he reached down and
slid his rough hand up under
her cloth, over the silky smooth skin between her thighs.
"First the hips," he continued," Then if you still are stubborn, the
knees, and finally, then the
ankles."
He reached out his hand and caressed the smooth insides of her upper
thighs again. God, she was
perfect. The Witchfinder decided that he might save Milo the trouble
of deflowering this one, and handle
it himself.
"The hips are the most painful. You will empty your bowels of
everything, the pain is so great.
He then ties your arms behind you over your extended legs."
She shuddered, straining in her bonds to clasp her legs together, and
begged, "Please master, do
not torture me. I am not a witch"
"The Whipmaster who is with your mother at the moment, also is skilled
in extracting a
confession. He can remove the hair from a girls pubis with a single
crack of his steel tipped whip," and
here he leaned forward and ran his hand again over the blond patch of
hair tufted between her tensed
straining thighs, "or, if he wishes to inflict a deeper pain upon you,
he can peel off the skin from your
breasts using a tiny dog whip with a razor sharp bone imbedded in it."
"He does this slowly, so that you have much time to confess, removing
an inch at a time, until
both of those pretty young titties are completely flayed of skin."
Pushing his hands upward under the cloth, the Witchfinder ran his
sweating hands over the girls
firm young breasts as he spoke, ending with a vicious twisting pinch
of each pert nipple. He wondered
where his Whipmaster could be, since he was always eager to see the
new victims.
Little did he realize that even as the daughter was being interrogated
by him, the mother was
kneeling naked on the stone floor of the dungeon, and about to put the
Whipmaster's great plum sized
cockhead into her mouth.
June screamed in pain as he pinched the soft lips between her thighs,
then asked again " Are you
a witch? " .
"Please, please, master, I am not a witch"
The Witchfinder leaned close. You must confess. If you do not, your
mother and sister will be
tortured to find out what they know about your witchcrafting. Confess
and spare them that agony"
"The torturer loves to get confessions, but too often his victims die
soon after. He is very cruel.
He will flay your mother and sister alive, roll them in salt and then
slowly draw out their intestines from a
small slit he cuts in the belly, all the while keeping them alive and
aware of the pain. They will curse your
birth, for we will tell them that they are suffering on your account."
Terrified June cried out, "Master, please.!" I am innocent. I am not a
witch. Please free me now"
Milo shifted his stiff cock slightly, as he watched with watering
mouth. Just wait, my dear....
"Ah, Miss June, we cannot do that until you have been fully tested,
and as you can see, that will
take some time"
With downcast eyes, and a pounding heart June spoke softly, "Master, I
will do your bidding. I
am innocent of witchcraft. I submit to your every test."
The Witchfinder eyed the lovely young girl and felt his cock harden
still more, if possible.
He gestured to Milo who with the others was still standing in the
room, and thought, "Later", and
turned away from the now sobbing girl.
"Take her away until tomorrow. We will question the other two
separately if necessary," he
ordered, and gave a wink.
The Jailer's acts
Milo nodded, and in a few moments had the girl unbound. He grasped
June by one slim wrist and
pulled her to her feet.. She was now his, to deflower before the next
day when the judges would assemble.
He was eager, and eyed the blond beauty of the young girl with his
cock hard, and balls full. She
would not have to wait long, he promised himself.
You may go home now, but return at noon tomorrow and witness the
testing," he ordered the
judges, who already overwhelmed with the sight of the naked young
girl, rushed home to bury their cocks
in their wives, girlfriends, or hands.
ilo led the girl to her cell in the dungeon, where a midden hole in
the floor was her toilet and a
pile of straw her bed. June sat down in the straw and began sobbing
into her hands.
Marie was in the next cell, but Milo did not permit them to talk to
each other. "I wonder where
the mother is" thought Milo, then remembered that the Whipmaster had
taken her down the stairs. "She's
probably in the torture room," He thought, and glanced in that
direction. Perhaps he should go and see
what was going on. If he did that, someone might get to this virgin
before he did. To hell with it, he
thought, the mother will have to look out for herself.
Milo slammed the iron door closed, and went to the desk. He knew it
would not be long before
visitors would be appearing. The mother was remarkably sexy looking,
he thought to himself, and he
really ought to go find her...but he had to watch the prisoners.
Especially the one called June.
He would take her from the rear, he mused, bending her far forward,
over the arm of his chair.
He got the deepest penetration that way, he thought, his cock rising
in anticipation.
He picked up his key and walked to the door of her cell.