~Subject: Repost:Tales of the Witchfinder Part 5B
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 04:49:07 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
The judges stepped unheeding through June’s blood which was now
pooling under each toe, and
walked around the poor girl, like lions circling for the kill.
A brass dildo for June
Now the torturers skill became evident. A piercing scream came from
June’s lips. She gasped in
agony. The Torturer had brought her back to full awareness with the
insertion of a long brass dildo,
thrusting it deep into her vagina.
The dildo had dozens of thin slits along it’s length, and now, when
the torturer began to twist the
ring in the end, small needles began to emerge from the brass housing
and thrust outward against the
fleshy sensitive walls of the poor girl’s vaginal canal.
She felt a flower of agony bloom in her belly, and grow as he
continued to twist the ring, driving
the needles deep into her flesh. Satisfied that it was firmly imbedded
in her flesh, he tied a thin cord to the
ring, and nodded to the Witchfinder.
The torturer tugged the cord gently, and was rewarded with a cry of
anguish and saw her hips
thrust violently up and down in a reflexive movement of agony. “Yes,”
he thought,” the dildo will do
nicely.”
The Witchfinder bent over her face, and asked loudly for the names of
her coven.
She did her confession in short gasps of agony, as the torturer
rotated the wheel until she was at a
convenient height, holding the rope leading from the dildo in her
crotch loosely in his hand.
Each time she paused, or hesitated in answering the Witchfinder’s
questions, the torturer would
pull slightly on the cord that was attached to the dildo.
The slightest movement of the rope was enough to make her scream with
agony. Occasionally he
would twitch the rope just to enjoy her reaction.
The movement would plunge the needles a fraction deeper, and her hips
would thrust up and
back in convulsive reaction to the new pain.
Poised this way, in a dizzy haze of agony, June named ten of her
classmates, as fellow witches,
hardly stopping to breath as she confessed over and over again to
everything the Witchfinder suggested.
In an excess of sexual lust, he turned the wheel so that her face was
at the level of his hips, and
began to open his trousers, but the Witchfinder stopped him.
“Not yet”, he ordered, “She must still give us one more.”
He leaned over the nude body of the helpless woman, and twitched the
cord quickly three times.
The dildo slid a half inch out of her body as he did so. With his hand
he twisted it and forced it roughly
back inside her, gouging new paths of agony as he further mutilated
her delicate tissues.
Blood was now coursing down her thighs freely.
She named her cousin Susan, in a desperate effort to make him stop. He
knew she would. No
woman could endure such agony as the torturer inflicted.
With the confession completed, the Witchfinder handed the list to the
warden and ordered all
upon it to be brought before him for examination as to witchcraft.
He turned to the torturer, and nodded at the writhing nude woman.
“Give her to Milo to keep in
the cells, until we have the rest of them in our power.”
The torturer smiled and bowed, as the Witchfinder and the judges
departed, leaving June and he
alone. He reached down between her thighs, and twisted the ring on the
brass dildo so that the needles
retracted. She felt the pain diminish. He drew it forth, the brass now
covered with her blood, and held it to
her lips.
“Kiss it”, he urged, and the tortured woman put her soft lips to the
warm metal and did so, as he
watched, their faces inches apart..
Now the torturer was drooling, his face a mask of lust. He grasped the
poor girl’s firm youthful
breast and with a guttural cry leaned forward and bit savagely at the
tip of her nipple, loosing a stream of
blood from her right nipple. She began screaming again, and her
desperate screams echoed again and
again through out the dungeon, until finally her voice became a
croaking rasping unintelligible blur, and
her face softened into a relaxed semiconsciousness.
“You are a witch, and now you are doomed to die in fire, “ the
torturer gloated, and turned away.
As June lay quietly, her pain receding to a dull throb, the torturer
heated an iron bar in the coals.
He withdrew it finally, now white hot and sparkling, and approached
the twitching, uncomprehending,
June, who now was slowly rolling her head from side to side in agony.
She dimly felt the sticky hot blood coursing down her side from her
bitten breast, and the fading
pain lying deep in her belly from the effects of the dildo he had
buried deep inside her little body and used
so effectively during her questioning.
He studied her for a moment, his cock rigid as steel within his
leather trousers, then slowly,
carefully, he brought the smoking iron hard against her wounded
breast, ignoring her frantic jerking and
screams of agony, as he seared the cruel bite wound he had inflicted.
June fainted.
The abuse of June
They gathered about the slight figure, and washed her clean of blood,
and discussed the next use
to which she was to be put, which was the sexual gratification of the
cruel men who had watched her
confess.
Too bad they would only have one of those perfectly made breasts
intact, but the torturer had lost
control for a few moments.
Experience had taught him that a young woman’s breasts were very
tender, precious, and above
all, the nipples themselves were so very sensitive to the slightest
pain that none had ever failed to confess
after his tooth work was finished.
Earls agreement had included a payment of gold to the torturer, and
almost as an afterthought he
had included a request to “Interview” June by himself after her
confession, which the torturer had
interpreted correctly as a request to rape the victim.
Now, out from his hidden place in the corner, he was there as part of
that bargain to witness
June’s questioning, and “confession”. Earl had promised himself that
he would flay that perfect little
body, and give the skin to her mother, as a jest.
Bathed, and clean, and now fully conscious, June was unbound from the
wheel and her made to
stand, as her wrists were bound behind her. Her slim body stood
helpless as a heavy pole was fastened to
her ankles, holding her feet spread far apart.
A short chain was now passed around her neck and attached to the
center of the pole, so that she
was forced to stand bent over at the waist, and quite unable to
straighten up.
Now the torturer tied her bound wrists to a rope that ran over a
wooden beam in the ceiling, and
pulled it taut, straining Junes arms high behind her, and straining
them in their sockets. Pain flooded her
once more as she began to sob helplessly.
Bound and held thus, with her love pouch peeking out from her parted
thighs, she was now
prepared for her rape by the men. Earl watched from the shadows.
There she stood, bent over and helplessly awaiting her fate, her
great mass of blond hair falling
forward, covering her face, her chest with those beautiful bitten
dangling breasts once more leaking drops
of blood, heaved with terror.
The torturer swung aside his robe, revealing a great stiff cock, with
huge balls swinging below.
The judges were taken aback. A cock that size was impossible to get
into a woman as small as June, they
thought, realizing that the brass dildo had probably inflicted heavy
damage to the delicate tissues of her
vaginal tunnel.
The torturer grinned evilly, and stared down at the bound girl. This
was not the first time he
would split female flesh with his cock. He applied some grease to the
tip of his cock, and began.
“God, what a beauty”, he thought, as his cock, touching her warm
flesh, now hardened
imperceptibly into a still more rigid bar. Moving behind her, he
crouched, knees bent, with his hands
gripping the fleshy globes of her firm buttocks. His thumbs kneaded
her flesh, spreading them wide open,
exposing her anus and vagina, as June, still ignorant of his
intentions, continued to sob and beg for mercy.
He moved into her, forcing into her soft, bleeding slit, eliciting a
small cry of despair from the
victim, who now realized at last , her oncoming rape.
Unable to control his lust any longer he worked the great plum sized
head of his now iron hard
cock further between the soft lips of her the satin smooth velvety
vagina, feeling the warm blood from her
torn flesh then continued to work against the small slit. Suddenly, as
he built up his lust to a maximum
he roughly thrust the head in, pressing deep into the writhing little
girl with a rough irresistible thrust of
his hips.
The men watched breathlessly as he made a few preliminary movements
then gave another hard,
sharp thrust that buried him completely inside the little woman’s
belly, right to his balls, the bleeding of
her sliced vaginal walls lubricating his deadly thrust.
June felt the painful invasion bursting into her very womb, tearing
soft tissue deep inside her, and
freeing a new flow of bright red blood, which moments later he felt as
a hot spurt down his straining
thighs.
He paused to savor the feeling in his cock, then began to thrust
deeply in and out, in the age old
manner of men with women, ravishing her cruelly.
She had screamed only once, as he entered the tight orifice, then, her
arms straining, stood
writhing silently, her buttocks poised high and defenseless as he
thrust deeper and deeper into her.
Not a virgin since the Whipmaster’s rape, but now hurt deep inside her
belly, June blood
continued to froth from her, coating the monstrous cock with her blood
as it dripped from her undefended
slit, and coursed down her tensed legs.
He pumped his iron hard cock as deep as he could into her youthful
writhing body until he finally
came, shooting long pulses of semen into her helpless body.
He slowly withdrew from the helpless girls bloody body. “You little
bitch,” he wheezed, ”You
will feel many cocks in your belly before you die.”
She turned her beautiful face to the side, and gazed uncomprehendingly
through her skein of
tangled hair up at him with wide blue eyes.
Her lips moved. “Please master, let me go. I have done everything you
asked, and more,” she
gasped in a strained pain filled voice.
Purification rituals upon June
Now it was the judges turn.
Novices to rape, they circled nervously around the bound, bleeding
nude form of the helpless
girl, each waiting for the other to begin. Finally the short thick set
man ran his hands over the firm flesh
of the small girl, as if to reassure himself that this beautiful
creature was really his to do with as he
pleased. He reached forward and grasped her tortured breast flesh.
June continued to beg, and plead with the men as they crowded around
her, realizing that her
only hope of avoiding a gang rape was to plead for mercy convincingly.
The torturer slapped her across the mouth. “Cease your mewling, you
witch. Confession is all we
wish to hear from you !.”
June fell silent as a trickle of blood now slipped from the corner of
her bruised mouth, and her
lips began to swell.
The torturer turned to the excited judges.
“Be assured,” he spoke, “ Only by spurting Christian semen inside the
witch can one drive out
Satan from the witches body. The more semen she has inside her body,
the less attraction Satan has for
her.”
“But master, what if she becomes pregnant?”
“All the better,” the Witchfinder purred, “ The devil cannot access a
pregnant woman, and you
will have saved her soul”
As he watched the effect of this declaration, he glanced down again at
June. Perhaps he should
fuck her again, he thought, she was a magnificently beautiful young
girl, just at the beginning of
womanhood, and it would be a pity to destroy that body before he had
fully enjoyed it. His drained cock
still was limp. But soon, he knew it would be ready again to spear
into her soft folds.
She must be filled with Christian semen. It was with only a small
wrestle with their consciences,
and then announcing to the room that this was only to help the poor
girl escape Satan’s clutches, and with
a few guilty glances at each other, each judge in turn mounted the
helpless terrified, girl, removing their
trousers only, and then thrusting full length into her now slippery
vagina. Gripping a swollen, bleeding
breast, and holding her tightly around her tiny waist, each judge in
turn orgasmed with enthusiasm into
June’s youthful writhing little body.
Once begun, it took no other encouragement to keep their cocks rigid,
and the first of many gang
rapes was then performed on June Wilson.
Each judge rose from the vulnerable girl as he finished, and washed
away the blood covering
their now limp cocks and bloody hands, then dressed and left the room,
thrilled, yet excited as never
before with their opportunity.
Earl’s revenge
Finally only the hidden farmer, and the torturer were left with June,
and as they gazed down at
her, the torturer bent over the motionless bound form.
He released the rope which held her wrists raised high behind her,
untied her wrists and released
her ankles. June rolled onto her back, and the torturer shoved a heavy
leather roll under her body, lifting
her hips high.
He produced a razor sharp knife, and shaved away the sparse pubic
hairs from the unresisting
half conscious June’s crotch, fully exposing the swollen lips of her
battered and bleeding little slit.
The torturer carried her back to her cell, where he dropped her
roughly onto the pile of straw,
rolled her onto her back, and kicked her thighs apart roughly.
He turned to Earl who had followed them to the cell.
“Take her now,” he ordered.
Earl quickly opened his trousers, and spreading Junes slim white legs
even further apart he
unhesitatingly drove his great cock deep into her bleeding, slippery
vagina. It was more than revenge, it
was a wild eroticisism that had overwhelmed him as he had watched the
beautiful little woman being
tortured
In a few moments he also had come inside her belly, mixing his sperm
with that of the others, as
he grunted out his passion.
He rose slowly, and spoke to the watching torturer, who had observed
the rape with amusement.
“Like fucking a dead woman..”
“She is,” he rejoined, ”Very soon”
“Call me when you do the skinning,” he ordered. The torturer nodded,
and smiled to himself.
June lay motionless in shock, her young strong body strained to it’s
limits, after five rapes, and
horrible tortures, yet she still slowly regained strength as she
slept, even though her doom was sealed.
That night, the farmer slept deeply, and dreamed of the next weeks
when he would again be
allowed to “visit” June in her cell. The next time, she would be
awake, and able to feel his cock, and
know that his revenge for the blow on the head, would be her death by
torture.
June, he knew, would almost certainly die.
Marie
Marie was Leslie’s youngest daughter, and some said the most beautiful
of the three women. She
was a lithe, slim little girl, with an innocent, womanly appeal, a
child’s body, with the characteristic of
girl children of taut belly, and backward jut of hips.
Marie was a little girl, with a woman’s appeal, and child’s body, with
the characteristic of girl
children of taut belly, and backward jut of hips.
Her delicate features and wide full lips emphasized her large blue
eyes, and long silky lashes,
younger copies of her mothers strikingly beautiful features.
Milo knew everyone would be busy for a few hours, so he eyed the
frightened little woman with
interest.
Milo slipped the rope around the small neck, and tightened it until it
was snug. He held the free
end, and moved to face the terrified little girl.
“Take off your blouse,” he ordered. She hesitated, and he yanked
gently on the rope, “Take off all
of your clothing, or I will remove them from your corpse,” and he
pulled the rope tight. Marie choked,
and her hands flew up to loosen the tight rope, then slipped down, and
opened the front of her blouse to
his gaze.
Reluctantly, she dropped the blouse to the floor, and continued slowly
undressing, until she stood
nude except her thin panties, her arms folded across her breasts, and
her head bowed.
“Those too,” he ordered the little girl as he pointed at her last
remaining clothing, and slowly she
slipped them down, and stepped out of them, tears of shame welling
from her squeezed shut eyes.
She did not resist when Milo reached for her, and with only a small
struggle, tied her wrists
together behind her back.
Then running the rope upward, he bound her elbows together , forcing
her high, full little breasts
with those suckable pert little nipples outward to the maximum degree.
It was just for amusement, but he lowered his head for a few moments,
and mouthed the cool
firm flesh, and rolled each nipple inside his mouth. He felt his cock
stiffen another degree.
He yanked a tight loop of the thin rope around her small waist, nearly
burying it in her flesh,
then ran the free end down between her legs. He held her firmly, and
carefully spread apart the pink lips
between her legs, and slid the rope gently between them, then yanking
hard, buried the rope deep into her
cleft, jerking it painfully upward through her crotch, between her now
twitching buttocks, and passing the
end through her bound wrists. With hardly a pause, he quickly ran the
rope back again to her front, and
tied it tightly to the waist rope in the front.
Marie could not stand the pain in her belly, and moaning through
clenched teeth, danced a slow
writhe moving from foot to foot as tiny trickles of blood began to
slide from her now bleeding vaginal lips
and slip down her thighs spattering droplets onto the floor. She
jerked her hips to and fro writhing,
helpless and in agony as Milo pulled sharply on the rope end, sending
bolts of pain upward into her belly.
She fainted at last, sliding to the floor.
Frightened that he had hurt her too badly, Milo quickly removed the
ropes, from her lax and
unresisting body and carried her to her cot, where he laid her down
face up. Calming himself, he stared at
the youthful nude figure. She was breathing normally now. Encouraged,
Milo stripped himself naked. He
would not let her go to her testing before he had fucked her, he
decided.
Marie’s eyes widened in fear as she awakened and stared up at the huge
man. He stopped inches
away from her prone body, towering over her trembling body. His great
size made her slim little body
tremble, and she felt her mouth go dry in fear. She stared as if
hypnotized at the long thick cock jutting
out over her from between his mighty thighs.
A small woman, stripped naked she looked even smaller. She would have
barely came to his
armpit if she were standing.
Now in no hurry, he knelt onto the cot, holding her down with his
weight, crushing her.
He spread her thighs far apart, then holding them down with his legs,
he sat upright, his cock
lying along the tiny flat belly, and played for a few moments with her
young firm breasts, pulling her
nipples painfully. Ignoring the shrill cries and desperate pleadings
from the helpless girl, his cock now
throbbing with anticipation of the silky sheath between her legs, he
leaned back, place the tip of his
gargantuan cock to the entrance of her vagina, and pressed gently
forward into her unprotected crotch.
Slowly, but forcefully he penetrated her, then feeling the virginal
resistance, roughly burst
through her hymen in one hard thrust.
After only a few confused moments of struggling with the huge man,
Marie had felt a hot flow
into her belly, as he ejaculated a copious amount of semen into her,
filling her vagina and overflowing
down her crotch to the mattress, soaking it.
She thought it was over. That he had finished the squeezing of her
breasts, the crushing rib
cracking embrace and his heavy hips slamming the fiery rock hard organ
deep into her body, and that her
ordeal was at an end.
But then he had rolled her, dazed and limp, with her wounded crotch
afire and in shock, onto her
stomach, and then with his hands, forced her knees apart. With no
preliminaries, he had thrust his still
hard, wet, slippery cock deep into her anus, popping through the tight
ring of muscle, and quickly
overcoming her desperate struggles, and ignoring her screams of pain
and outrage, completed her
degradation for that night.
Only sixteen, Marie had been a virgin until that night, and all she
knew of sexual activities had
come from the whispered giggling stories told among her girlfriends,
and her own observations of the
animals on the farm. She had not known that a man ejaculated, nor just
how it was all accomplished, but
she knew that this man had hurt her terribly, and that the sexual act
had made her ill.
And so it transpired that on the very morning the Witchfinder had June
brought forth and
arraigned for the questioning, Marie, her younger sister 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
room where her mother had
undergone a brutal rape and torture only a few hours earlier at the
hands of the Whipmaster.
Marie’s testing
Marie shrank back as he reached for her, cringing as he gripped her
wrist with his huge hand.
“Ah,” he smiled down at her,” you have not forgotten me”
“Please, please master, do not hurt me again, I have done nothing”
“What !,” he roared, “You have practiced witchcraft, and the
Witchfinder has found your devil
spot. You must be confessed, cleansed, or you will surely be burned”
This test, she imagined, was what had occurred yesterday when the
Witchfinders men had
stripped her naked, and then the Witchfinder had tortured her with his
needle.
She had been blindfolded, and left standing with wrists and ankles
tied far apart in a spread eagle
position. A gag had been tied tightly over her mouth.
In a few moments she had heard the voices of several men, as they
entered the room, and then
felt the cool air on her body as her clothing was cut away from her
slim beautiful body. Involuntarily she
had flinched when she felt warm hands begin stroking her flat stomach
and caressing her youthfully firm
breasts. Then she felt the fingers move downward and she twisted in
fear as she felt them thrusting deep
into the most intimate recesses of her body.
The touching ceased then, and the men fell silent as the Witchfinder
opened a leather case and
drawn out the long thin needle that he used to probe into the skin
searching for those imperfections that
he would use to show the judges that she was a witch..
First, he would demonstrate that she felt pain when he probed into her
body, then when he
desired, he would touch the needle to a mole, scar, or even a nipple,
and slightly twist the needle, and it
would collapse into itself.
The illusion was perfect. The needle would appear to sink deep into
the flesh, but no pain would
be felt, nor blood flow when the needle collapsed into itself.
The lack of blood and pain were presented to the judges then as the
entry point of Satan, and the
accused was a witch.
The blindfold was to prevent any anticipation of the Witchfinder’s
thrusts, so she had not seen
the Witchfinder as he reached forward, and gently touched the sharp
point to her muscled thigh, probed
her skin gently, then with a firm thrust pushed the heavy needle deep
into the quivering flesh. She had
cried out pitifully through her tight gag as she felt the agony,
filling the small room with mewling sounds
of pain.
The Witchfinder caressed her youthfully firm pear shaped breasts
thoughtfully, then with a dozen
quick movements pierced her breasts again and again with the thin
needle, drawing a tiny dot of blood
with each insertion.
She writhed in obvious agony. Only after he had shown the judges her
reaction to the needle in
normal flesh did he reach down to the small mole on her body he had
noted earlier, and press the point
firmly against the tiny mole that lay high on her pubis, and make the
needle appear to sink deep into her
flesh.
In moments, the judges had signed her death warrant, and instructed
the Witchfinder to imprison
her and force her to disclose the names of her fellow witches.
Marie was taken down from her strained position and given a long white
cloth with a hole in it’s
center for her head to protrude through. The ends draped over her
front and back, providing warmth, yet
allowing access to any part of her youthful body. She was given water,
cleaned, bathed and returned to her
cell for the night, sore and humbled by her helplessness.
Now this. The huge man was gripping her wrist again.
“Oh please, please” she sobbed, “I am not a witch”
“You must confess now, the names of your sister witches. “
“The judges have decreed that you shall receive torture , to open your
heart to the truth, and to
open your mouth to name them.”
He grinned evilly at her as her eyes grew enormous with terror.
“Oh No! Not that! I will die! Have I not endured enough already. Look
at me, my breasts are
swollen double size from the testing,” and the Ropemaster had to agree
that she now bore two badly
swollen breasts thrusting hard up against the white cloth. Instead of
pity, he felt a stirring in his crotch.
“Possibly, but the Torturer is very clever, and can deliver you up
alive, only superficially marked,
or if I tell him to, he can reduce you to a broken, helpless, female,
in total agony, possibly killing you with
his cruel machines.”
“Please,” Marie begged,” I do not want to die. Help me. Wasn’t I a
good girl when you did it to
me?”
She gasped in pain as he gripped her tender breast and squeezed.
“Confess the names of twelve women who are your fellow witches, or
whom you suspect of
witchcraft, and you will not have to undergo further torture”
Marie drew herself up to her full five foot height, and with as much
dignity as she could muster,
spoke out in a clear voice, “I cannot. It would be a sin before God,
and I will die before dishonoring my
family with such lies, or putting my soul into danger.”
The Ropemaster stroked his chin with pleasure. This bitch would be his
to do anything he wanted
to after she was properly punished, he mused. And she would confess.
They always did. Such spirit.
“Very well,” he smiled, “If you behave bravely, and spread your legs
willingly to me now, I will
make sure the Whipmaster does not strike you fatally during the
session. But you must understand, the
whipping must occur.”
“For shame,” she cried,” This is not right, the church would never
condone such. You have no
right to my body---,” The poor girl sobbed.
“You filthy bitch, you speak to me of rights, you, a proven witch, a
messenger and slave of
Satan?. You will beg for my mercy, and my cock to favor soon!” and
grasping her wrist, he dragged her
struggling and protesting, to the torture chamber.
The chamber of Pain
The torturer eyed the girl that the Ropemaster was dragging behind
him, and as they stopped in
the center of the room, and the Ropemaster lifted the struggling form
of Marie onto the dais, he leaned
forward to stare directly into the eyes of the beautiful young woman
who stood panting before him, her
breath moving in and out in quick gasps, lifting her breasts
temptingly.
He moved closer, so that her full breasts were touching him.
A narrow hipped young woman, a girl yet, with thick long blond hair
flowing generously over
her upper body, almost covering her back to her waist, Marie was a
sexually exciting young woman, even
in her present distress.
The Torturer had no special feelings for his victims, he left that for
the Ropemaster and the
Witchfinder. This particular girl, however, he planned to fuck before
he killed her. The Whipmaster
studied the problem. He had promised Earl that he would see this one
freed. She might not be in very
good health when he did, he thought.
He knew the Witchfinder and Ropemaster were always eager to have the
“Witches” after the
punishment, and he knew why.
When the torturer was through with them, they were always absolute
slaves to any command they
gave them. The torturer smiled. This one looked very stubborn.
He glanced down again at the defiant Marie, and asked the Ropemaster,
“How many?”.
“ Until she confesses twelve names,” the reply came. The girl jerked
in his grip, whimpered and
tears began to brim her blue eyes. She stared helplessly into his
face, hoping to find a trace of mercy there.
She did not.
The torturer nodded, and waited as the Ropemaster raised the front of
her cloth, pulled it over her
head and lifted it away.
Shamed. Marie crossed her hands in front of her petite tawny-sheened
body but in moments they
had gripped her wrists and she was fully exposed to their avid gazes.
The two men tied her wrists behind her waist, and laid her face up
onto the rack. Holding the
slender ankles were heavy ropes which bit into her flesh and which ran
over a drum, and were drawn tight
with a wheel. Satisfied with the binding, the torturer closed a wooden
piece over her neck, so that she
could not rise up, or see her body.
Marie now lay helpless, her body tensed, her long slim legs held
widespread, naked and
defenseless.
Her slender body strained and tensed as the Torturer ran his hands
over the lissome hips, the slim
waist, and then reaching to cup her firm youthful breasts, he noticed
that they were standing proudly up,
hard swollen from the Witchfinder’s needle, even though she way prone
on the rack.
He reached out and palmed each breast thoughtfully for a few moments,
his fingers digging deep,
to get an idea of the sensitivity and firmness, ignoring her cries of
pain and pleadings for mercy.” All
women wanted to protect those titties, “ He thought.
“Does she get any special treatment?”, he asked the Whipmaster, his
trousers now bulging,
indicating he was already in rut. The Whipmaster had his own plans,
and would have his orgasm at her
expense later.
“No. Let her scream at what is happening, so that she might confess to
end it. The master wants
confessions, not corpses, so use care.”
The Whipmaster moved closer to the girl and spoke softly into her
ear,” This will be a good
lesson for you, my little bitch. After the torturer is through with
you, we will have to decide if you are to
burn or not. You can save yourself now, by showing that you are not
contaminated with the devil’s
stubbornness.
“First, you must confess. You must confess to having sex with Satan,
and dancing with your
coven at midnight.
“Oh Please , Master, don’t let them hurt me. I will confess. I will do
anything, but please let me
go”
“You must deny this lie that you were a virgin when you first came to
the castle, and that you
were raped.”
“It is the truth, “ Marie cried hopelessly, “I had no man inside my
body until the jailer”
“I will ask you for this confession first, then you will speak the
names of your coven. Twelve
witches and yourself..”
“No ! “, she cried, suddenly defiant, “ I am not a witch. I have never
done those things, and I
know no witches.. ”Her eyes widened as the Torturer once more slowly
stroked her tightly drawn body
with his hand, finally grasping her unprotected crotch and grinning.
Her mind paralyzed with terror, her
glance darting about the room in desperation, she saw nothing to save
her.
The Ropemaster picked up a pen and paper, and nodded to the Torturer.
“We are ready.”
Three young women whose exceptional beauty had attracted the
Witchfinder were now brought
into the torture chamber and arraigned against the stone wall. Their
mouths were covered with gags, their
wrists tied firmly to heavy iron loops in the wall, so that they stood
with outstretched arms, robed only in
their white cloths, and wide eyed with fear.
They were to be witness to Marie’s ordeal.
Marie could not know that these were women who were being held captive
by the Witchfinder
without being tested, nor even being accused. They were arrested only
because they were the prettiest of
the village women, and would be awarded to the Witchfinder’s men as
they desired them, or sold into
slavery in another town or parish.
Indeed, he was counting on Marie to name them in her forced
confession.
The women had been told that if they did this thing, they would be
released without further trial.
That this was a true test of their Christian loyalty A lie, for the
Witchfinder had selected them carefully
based only on their beauty, and he had no intention of allowing them
to leave the castle alive, lest they tell
of what they had seen, and been made to do..