~Subject: Repost: Tales of the Witchfinder Part 5A
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 13:12:03 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   
A History of Witchcraft In   
Marsden, England, 1593-5  
Part5a
 
     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 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   
The Night Visitor 
The torturer smiled. It was full night now, and the Witchfinder had
gone into the village to  
consult with the minister as to how to best proceed.  
It was a tradition that the torturer was given the privilege of
visiting the victim prior to his  
working on her, in order to access the depth of effort he might have
to go to get a confession.  
He would also exercise his rights to have the victim before her death,
but that would be later,  
after she had been broken, and tortured almost to death, and probably
after several other men had raped  
and sodomized her. 
She would not resist him then, he knew. It would not be as much fun as
tonight, when the girl  
was still young, strong, and full of juices. Tonight's interview was
special. 
He had paid Milo two gold pieces to vanish for a few hours, and leave
him alone with the victim,  
so as he entered the cell area, Milo nodded, and left. 
Milo, being the curious person that he was, then silently crept back
and slipped unseen into  
Marie's cell to watch the proceedings.  
The torturer entered June's cell quietly, and bending over the small
sleeping little woman,  
suddenly ripped away her blanket, and covered her mouth with his hand
before the startled girl could  
scream. 
June lay paralyzed with fright, awakened so violently, her eyes wide
with terror, she opened her  
mouth to scream, but anticipating her, he quickly thrust a rag into
her mouth, and bound a thin gag across  
her lips. 
Quickly, he bound a previously prepared cloth over her eyes,
blindfolding her. 
Then slowly, unhurriedly, he drew her warm struggling body to him,
feeling the smooth satiny  
skin of her young firm breasts press against him.  
As he held her helpless to his sweating body, he began murmuring into
her ear, speaking in a low  
tone as he described to her what he was about to do. 
"Do you feel that," he pressed his great stiff cock into her hand,
"I'm going to put that between  
your ass cheeks, right up your ass, as deep inside you as I can" 
June's terror grew into frenzy, and she tried to cry out, but the gag
muffled her terrified groans  
and sharp shrieks of fear, as he easily held her in his strong grip,
and rubbed his cock against the small  
woman's smooth belly.  
"Not the cunt this time", he grated," Later when you have broken arms
and legs, and can feel  
every little movement with agony, then I'll put it up your cunt,
bitch, and you'll know what real pain is,  
but now.." 
It was a series of thrusting attempts, but as Milo watched from the
peephole, he saw June's  
struggles weaken, and after several unsuccessful tries, the torturer
finally succeeded in getting the bulbous  
tip of his great cock pressed hard against the rubbery brown ring of
her anus. 
With a cry of animal rut, he felt her muscles open slightly, and with
that, introduced the innocent  
young girl savagely to anal rape. Once entered, and lubricated, a hard
thrust into her writhing slim body  
opened her wide to his invasion. 
This was his greatest sexual pleasure, always present when inflicting
pain on his helpless  
victims. It was a sexual, orgasmic event when his female victims were
probed this way.  
June struggled as hard as she could to prevent his getting his great
cock further inside her, but  
weakened by hunger and terrified of the hulking male, she at last
submitted to the humiliation of the  
painful spreading of her muscular young buttocks, and the agony of the
slow, repeated thrusting, and  
working of the torturers great cock into her tiny opening. 
She lay tense and helpless, agony flooding her belly. 
The test 
 
And so it transpired that on the next morning the Witchfinder had June
brought forth and  
arraigned for the questioning, while at the same moment her lovely
little sister Marie was kneeling in  
front of the restored Milo. 
Milo felt the first quick thrill of a warm tongue on the tip of his
swollen cock, and knew the little  
golden haired beauty was going to be a good student. 
As Marie slipped the great purplish head of Milo's cock into the warm
recesses of her mouth,  
June was walking stiffly and painfully behind the Ropemaster into the
very same room where her mother  
had undergone a brutal rape and torture a few hours earlier at the
hands of the Whipmaster. 
. Earl and the Whipmaster had taken the brutalized Leslie out of the
chamber before dawn,  
cleaned up the floor, and even as June was being led in, her mother
was being cleansed, and put between  
white sheets in her own bed, in her own house, free of the castle as
the result of Earl's bribe, but still  
seriously injured by the Whipmaster's pick. 
 Junes behind was sore and her spirit was low 
The Wilson family was quickly being brought to ruin, and only Marie,
the youngest of the trio  
had not yet felt the painfully cruel impact of the Witchfinders
henchmen,  but as Milo's cock jerked and  
spewed white sperm into her mouth, she was learning how to please a
man. Her hand groped for his  
surging balls, as she felt Milo bury his hands in her hair and drag
her face tightly to his crotch, forcing his  
cock deeply into her throat. She swallowed once, then held the
spurting mass inside her cheeks, then  
swallowed again, when he finally withdrew far enough to allow her
throat to close once more. 
June's agony 
But the blindfolded June had more immediate problems, and her terror
grew as she felt rough  
hands on her legs, breasts, and waist. 
The ceremonial of arraigning and placing June was brief, but all
present watched with various  
emotions, as this youthful beauty was made helpless. This was going to
be pure torture, and the men  
stared curiously at the helpless woman.  
The Ropemaster tied Junes wrists to an overhead bar, her arms
drawn-out far apart. He worked  
slowly, enjoying the feel of her warm body as much as possible without
the judges objecting. Later they  
would be helping him, but the first witch was a new idea, and they
were reluctant to move too close.  
He was always sexually aroused by the binding up of women, and had
been recruited to the  
Witchfinders group for just that reason. He pressed his hand into the
small of her back and gazed down on  
the small triangular face, so beautifully framed with long golden
hair. She would be worthy of his best  
efforts, he mused, as his stiffing cock pressed into her ass cheeks as
he leaned over her to adjust the ropes  
on her wrists, little realizing those cheeks had been pierced only
hours earlier by the torturer. 
He forced the struggling June's legs widely apart, and tied her slim
ankles firmly to rings set into  
the floor. The white towel wrap that had concealed her beauty until
now was then carefully opened, and  
removed from over her head. 
Now they stared in earnest, at her nude twisting body, revealed in
it's entirety except for a black  
cloth covering her eyes. This was intended to make sure that she would
be unable to anticipate where the  
Witchfinder would next probe with his deadly needle. 
Now a gag was forced into her mouth to prevent any intelligible
outcry, which might upset the  
judges overmuch, and she was declared to be ready by the Ropemaster. 
June stood tense and motionless, her head up, awaiting her fate. 
The torturer hoped no one would notice the black and blue bruises on
her breasts, and arms  
where he had held her under him, the night before, and which were now
clearly revealed.  
Only the Ropemaster glanced at him with raised eyebrows as he
contemplated the marks on her  
crotch and breasts. He knew she had been abused. 
He said nothing. 
The Witchfinder, towering over the small helpless little woman before
him, bent to his task, a  
work that thrilled him every time he engaged in it. 
He probed her several times with the sharp steel needle, on unmarked
places, producing a series  
of small blood spots on her perfectly rounded smooth belly, and moving
to her back, over her waist. Then  
warming to his work, he began to thrust harder, now marking the soft
pink clear skin of her perfectly  
shaped breasts by deeply thrusting into her flesh with the long
needle.  
The men stood in a tight circle around her, watching her jerk and
twitch in obvious pain as she  
stood upright, held helpless by her bonds, bewitchingly beautiful, and
twisting in pain in front of the three  
judges.  
She was mewling now, sweating, her naked body jerking violently as she
tried to escape the  
merciless needle as he again jabbed deep into the side of her soft
full breast. Blood flowed generously from  
this new wound.  
The torturer watched as the Witchfinder again probed deeply into the
little woman's breast flesh,  
this time thrusting the heavy needle completely through from side to
side. He held his hand to his  
straining cock as he listened to June's frantic agony build, and saw
the writhing hips and body. 
He wanted her. 
This one was young, slim and full of life. It had been weeks since
they had a victim at all, much  
less one so curvaceously beautiful. 
As the Witchfinder moved over the girl's body, the torturer stared at
the bruised skin on the slim  
young girl and remembered how she had screamed and twisted underneath
him as he had inflicted his  
swollen cock on her, jamming it into her little anal opening, popping
past her tight sphincter, and finally  
draining himself into her. 
He smiled to himself as he watched the girl writhe in obvious pain
when the Witchfinder thrust  
the sharp point slowly, slowly, deep into her other firm, full breast,
working through the soft firm flesh  
from the side where the first swelling of her youthful breast
appeared, until the tip of the needle appeared  
thrusting inches outward from the pink nipple. 
The Witchfinder now bent down to the girls crotch, first noticing the
blue bruises on her thighs.  
Aiming the point carefully, he thrust deep through the pink flesh of
her sensitive vaginal lips, carefully,  
slowly, listening to the girl's mewling agony, and relishing the
agonized gasps, as her thighs worked in  
desperate movements.  
Her, moans and choked screams attested to the fact that when the he
probed into the tender lips  
of her vagina with his long needle, it was exceedingly painful to the
helpless girl. 
The judges glanced guiltily at each other as they felt their cocks
rising in anticipation. Blood  
dripped down the inside of her legs, tracing a slow lacy path of
crimson. 
As he slowly worked over the now blood specked, twisting, young body
of June, the several  
guards continued to furtively note the tiny waist, the beautiful slim
legs, now shown to full advantage, and  
the pair of full ripe breasts that jutted proudly from the young girls
chest, both of which were swelling  
somewhat from the needles painful thrusts.  
They knew with growing excitement that if the Witchfinder discovered
her to be a witch, she  
would have to die, but not before they had all "tested" her, which in
June's case as in that of all young  
beautiful suspected witches, meant sexual abuse, of any type,
including rape, torture, and even death if it  
should happen. 
Chapter 32 
The needle tricks all 
The Witchfinder had found the small brown mole on Junes hip at the
first interview, but only  
after indulging in preliminary torture would he finally twist the
trick needle slightly to release the catch,  
then with a great shout, showed the judges how it seemed to sink
deeply into her flesh without leaving a  
mark, and without her evincing any sign of pain. 
This then was the supposed aperture of Satan into his slave. 
To show proof, he probed the other mole, on the inside of her leg, and
elicited a moan of pain, a  
jerking away of the leg, and another fresh trickle of blood from the
wound. 
After a brief low voiced discussion they bent over the table and each
of the three judges and the  
Witchfinder signed her death warrant, attesting to the fact that June
had been proven to be a witch, and  
must die according to church law, by roasting over a pit of fire. 
The torturer smiled. His crime had gone unnoticed, and now... 
The judges huddled briefly, in deep discussion. 
The discussion had not been about June's guilt, or innocence, but
about who would have her first,  
and the tortures she would be required to undergo afterward. 
The confession 
 
The act of signing the paper doomed June to a horrible death, but
before she could be allowed to  
die, she must confess, and name her sisters in the coven.  
Then, and only then could she be burned, so that "Satan could not
recapture her soul." 
A confession was essential now, and the judges instructed the torturer
to proceed with all his  
skill, but to keep her alive, and if possible not damage her beauty.  
The torturer was displeased. He had anticipated flaying her alive, and
had even promised  
Simmons June's breasts, and some other considerations, in return for
ten gold pieces that now lay in his  
purse. Needless to say, she would not survive for the necessary time
with her skin removed, no matter how  
skillfully he accomplished it. 
More importantly, he had wanted to gaze into her eyes as he pulled the
youthful pink skin away  
from her quivering flesh, and heard her screams of agony. He would
have his iron hard cock buried deep  
inside the clutching, convulsing tight little cunt all the while . He
had done it to three women in the last  
community they had worked in, and the sexual sensation was incredible.

The torturer untied her legs, and slipping his hard hand between the
blindfolded girls legs he  
thrust a hard finger against her sore anus. She gasped in surprise,
but made no other protest. She was so  
relieved to be free of the needle that she would have done anything.  
He held her against himself gripping her around the waist, feeling the
satiny smooth skin against  
his bare chest, until finally June stood braced on her bare legs feet
apart. 
She was still naked, but her arms were unbound, and she slowly crossed
her slim arms over her  
breasts protectively. June was still bleeding slightly from the
numerous small punctures on her body, and  
swaying slightly in pain, but she was alert, and fully realized that
she was in serious trouble. 
The torturer wrapped her tightly in the white robe again, and then
retied her wrists behind her  
back, admiring the small perfect little body as he did so. His cock
was rigid in anticipation. 
"Ah Miss June, we meet again," He purred into her ear, "Did your
asshole smart when the master  
pricked you there with his needle?" 
Shocked, June realized that this was the man who had raped her the
night before, and began to  
sob piteously, and bowed her head in helpless submission. 
She could not see him because of the blindfold, but she knew the hard
grip on her slim body  
meant she was not through with the torturer yet. 
June fainted then , from thirst and pain, so he was forced to carry
the slight form of the  
unconscious woman down to the torture chamber, a windowless room,
where the confessions were to be  
recorded by the Witchfinder, and where her mother had already learned
the humiliation of rape. 
The blindfold was removed, and still unconscious, June was again
disrobed. Carefully the torturer  
bound the limp body to a wide wheel, her slim beautiful legs and arms
fully extended, entirely nude, and  
unconscious, she was readied for the ordeal.