~Subject: Tales of the Witchfinder Part 6B
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Tue, 16 Jan 1996 10:48:54 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Tales of the Witchfinder, Part6B

    Susan

   Susan had been sized from her home, and had witnessed her
fathers murder, killed while bravely resisting the two guards who
had suddenly appeared, and demanded that the three women who lived
there accompany them to the Castle, and defend themselves against
the charges of witchcraft that had been brought against them by
June. And so, after a hard struggle, Susan, her mother and older
sister had been delivered to the prison, bound in chains as suspect
witches, and now two of the three women lay, crouched in despair,
on the straw beds in Milo's dungeon cell. Susan was being "Tested".

   The cell block was quiet, the thick walls silencing the cries of
agony from the testing in the rooms above, and most of the girls
who had been brought to the castle from their homes, were now
accepting the new conditions of their shattered lives, without
understanding how fate had brought them to this place.

   Only one of the youngest, a beautiful girl of fifteen was still
awake, and sobbing softly into her pillow. She was nude, striped
with lash marks, and still with leather bonds around her neck,
ankles and wrists. The Whipmaster had plans for still more
enjoyment of the helpless girl.

   "I will visit her later, after the cell was quieted down again,
and give her a little gentle treatment," Milo thought. She had
obviously already been whipped severely by the Whipmaster, and then
in all probability, she had been savagely raped while she was still
bound tightly to the whipping bench. A not uncommon occurrence,
since it was the disciplining of women that aroused the Whipmaster
so that he could maintain an erection long enough to satisfy
himself. Milo was at the desk as Willie, the huge red haired giant
brought Susan back to her cell, from her visit to the Witchfinder,
where he had used the famed needle efficiently on the young woman.

   Willie made few demands on his prisoners. If they were young and
beautiful, he would strip them and with only minimal persuasion,
have them suck him off. He did not lack for sex, since he was
clever, and realized the weakness of the frightened women in his
custody, and how vulnerable they were to him.

   Susan was to be delivered the next morning into the care of the
Ropemaster, who specialized in breaking the spirits of any women
whom the Witchfinder thought might possess too much spirit. When
they left the hands of the Ropemaster, they were either totally
submissive, or incapable of doing any harm. Susan was special. The
Witchfinder had found her skin to be flawless, and had only used
the needle to convict her through her nipple, a not uncommon spot
for him to concentrate on.

   However the Witchfinder's orders were to make her submissive,
and desirable. She would soon be a prize to be handed out for
loyalty and good performance to the guards in the dungeon, or to
whomever the Witchfinder decreed worthy of a special reward. Susan
would be expected to have sex with hundreds of men, in dozens of
ways before she would be "retired." Retired, in the Witchfinder's
meaning meant dying. She would eventually be murdered, both men
knew, but she might live for months if she pleased all of her men,
and did not incur the wrath of the Witchfinder. Milo opened the
cell door for her, and Willie shoved her forward, where she
collapsed onto her knees, and holding her belly with both hands,
began moaning softly, and bending forward in obvious pain.

   Willie turned to Milo, "This one is going to have a lot of
trouble," he grinned, "That pussy is so tight she really won't be
able to handle a big cock. The Ropemaster nearly split her in
half." The men grinned at each other, and Milo felt his own cock
begin to rise at the sight of the beautiful blond girl kneeling so
helplessly at his feet. He knew what had happened to Susan while
she was in the chamber of the Whipmaster, indeed, he had helped in
the torture chamber only last week, and finally learned what had
become of the rebellious Suzanne.. He waited until Willie had left,
then returned and opened Susan's door and went in.

   She was lying on her side, curled into a fetal position, her
eyes closed, as he drew back the blanket, and pushed the
unresisting body of the helpless girl onto her back. Her clear blue
eyes opened and watched as he pressed her thighs apart, and saw the
dried blood circling her little slit, and the bruises on the inside
of her thighs. A slow trickle of bright red appeared as he pressed
her thighs flat on the bed, exposing her completely to his gaze.
She had been cruelly and violently raped, but apparently she had
been also subjected to the insertion of the brass dildo, which with
its rough surface, made hundreds of tiny cuts inside the silky
smooth vaginal walls..

   Slowly she moved her hand to press against her flat little
belly, using her other hand to cover her pussy.

   "It was very bad," she whispered, "I think I am on fire inside."
He covered her with the blanket, and closed the door. To take her
now might attract too much attention. Plenty of time later, he
mused.

   Susan is initiated

   Susan screamed in agony as with no warning, a heavy lash fell
across her unprotected back, leaving a bright red welt, which was
immediately crisscrossed with a second blow, and then a third. Then
they 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. Four more times she
felt the lash descend, until she hung half conscious, blinded with
pain, the lash marks bright across the smooth skin of her back.

   They clipped wooden clothespins onto each nipple and watched as
she writhed and cried in agony as the tender flesh was slowly
crushed in the wooden jaws, and finally when bright traces of blood
began to leak from each nipple, they removed them, leaving the
tender flesh of her breast reddened, away from the sensitive
nipple. The thin tall man slipped his hand between her legs,
grasping her crotch in a viselike grip, and stared down into the
beautiful girl's wide eyes.

   "You know Milo said we could do anything we wanted to you,
because you have been a bad girl. You pissed on him, and he wants
you to learn never to do that again." Susan looked directly at his
great stiff cock with her terrified wide eyes, and replied "Please
don't hurt me, any more. I'll do anything you want"

   "Anything?" the fat man asked," how about doing something with
your mouth?" Susan forced a smile and nodded her assent. "Yes, just
let me down and I'll do it for you"

   After another five minutes of watching her writhe, and listening
to her beg for the opportunity to suck their cocks, they finally
lowered Susan, who dropped to her knees weakly, and crossed her
arms over her bleeding breasts, bowing her slim little body for a
few moments, then looked pleadingly up at her captors, her full
chest heaving with suppressed sobs, tears slipping down her face ..

   She drained each of the guards long cocks pretending to enjoy
the act as much as they, then brought both women guards to orgasm
with her tongue.. They left her then, thrusting the small girl back
into her white barred cell room, and laid her face down on the well
padded cot. They covered her naked body with a white sheet, and a
heavy blanket, then placed a pad of cloth between her white thighs,
where blood still slipped out of the shaved vaginal lips onto the
bed, from her earlier rape.. Susan awakened the next morning to the
smell of coffee 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.

   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 was her future tortures
and possible murder..

   Later that day, the two guards brought her own clothing , her
makeup and toilet articles. Susan was much cheered. At least they
aren't going to murder me, she thought. Exhausted, she lay down and
dozed off. The door opening awakened Susan, and she sat up
clutching her blanket to her naked body, as she saw the jailer
framed in the doorway.

   "Yes master?" she asked quietly, as he approached her. This was
not the first time he had visited her, and she knew what was about
to happen.

   "It would please me to see you against the wall, naked" She rose
gracefully, and stood with her shoulders against the wall, as he
studied her. A number of faded whip marks marred the perfection of
her body, crossing her stomach and thighs, but as he reached for
her breasts, she involuntarily gave a tiny cry, and he saw the
numerous tiny red spots that meant that the torturer had
disciplined her, as well as the Whipmaster.

   Those tiny red marks were the only evidence of the thrusting of
long needles through the flesh of her breasts, and the subsequent
heating and withdrawal of the red hot metal back through her soft
firm breasts Milo slipped his hand between the slim thighs, and
smiled as the beautiful girl closed her eyes, awaiting his
pleasures.

   "Yes, this one," He thought, and pulled off his shirt, and
dropped his trousers, revealing a long thick cock, standing
straight out now, pointing directly at the trembling little woman's
heaving belly like a sword.

   "Kiss it, Susan" he ordered, and she sank to her knees and bent
her head to place her soft full lips on the now wet head of his
still growing cock. She opened her lips wider, and Milo felt her
slip the throbbing head of his cock inside her hot mouth, gripping
the head with a soft, moving, vacuum.

   "Ahhh.," he murmured, " That's the way, take it right on down
your throat, and move it around.." She obeyed, and felt him grow
still larger, then as he began thrusting into her throat, he
suddenly pulled her head away, and raised her to her feet.

   "Wrap those beautiful legs around me," He ordered, and again
Susan obeyed, feeling his now iron hard cock slip past the lips of
her vagina, and begin to penetrate deeply into her soft warm
vagina. He held her motionless this way for a few moments, then
smiled as he felt Susan's contractions around his cock, as she
learned how to use her belly muscles. He walked to the small bed,
and put her down on it, his cock still buried inside her, then
began to stroke into her with hard thrusts, eliciting a small cry
as each stroke slammed into her tender cervix, and his heavy body
crushed against her small chest, flattening her swollen breasts. He
approached his climax, but then withdrew from her, and turned her
onto her hands and knees, where she knelt expectantly, her face
pressed to the bed, holding her cheeks apart as he pressed the
throbbing head of his great cock against the tiny brown rubbery
ring, until he finally felt it enter her wiggling body, and with a
single thrust drove it into her. She screamed then, muffling it by
holding her face into the mattress, but the agony was too great for
her to bear, and as he came with cruel thrusts into her now torn,
agonized anus, she fainted.

   He withdrew from her, and wiped away the mixture of semen and
feces that covered his cock, and covered the unconscious body of
the slim little woman, washed again at the sink, dressed and went
back to his desk.

   Yes, she would do.

   Susan becomes a guard

    "What's your name, bitch," he growled

   "Susan Masters," She answered humbly

   "well Susan, how's your tits doing after my little treatment?,"
he grinned, and reached down and squeezed her breast. Susan
flinched. Her breasts were very tender and sore, but today she had
been allowed to dress in tight leather slacks, with a long sleeved
white blouse and a brassiere that barely held her swollen breasts
in place behind the thin cloth. She had shoes and stockings, but no
panties. A bandage protected her sore crotch area, and she walked
stiffly behind the guard as they continued downward.

   "I want only to please you , master," She managed to say through
her strained breathing, as the pain throbbed in her breast..

   "Here we are," The guard turned to Susan. He lit the lamps and
a large brilliantly lit area appeared before her eyes. It was
filled with machines, and instruments and what appeared to be
operating tables with lights on their sides. Susan stared about her
in puzzled amazement.

   "What we have here is a duplicate of the torture chamber used by
the Catholics in France , and you, Susan are going to learn how to
use it on our prisoners, or anyone else that you are ordered to
torture." Susan paled in shock. Her? She grew faint at the very
thought of hurting someone else, but her fear kept her silent. He
led her to a large wide wheel, seven feet in diameter, two feet
across the face, it was fitted with small iron rings every foot or
so along each edge.

   "It works like this, "The guard said, and pushed Susan's
unresisting body against the face. In a moment he had tied each
wrist to a ring on either side. then he moved back, and turned a
crank at the side of the wheel. Slowly, powerfully the wheel
turned, lifting the slim body until her feet barely touched the
floor. Susan felt the ropes cutting into her wrists, but did not
cry out or protest, but hung as he lectured her, terror building
inside her like a wave.

   "This is especially useful on women, because by putting a series
of small, thin blades below the wheel, dangling breasts can receive
numerous small painful cuts, none serious enough to cause death,
but enough blood flows to frighten either the victim, or the
prisoner into confessing."

   He turned the wheel back and Susan felt the ropes loosen, and as
he led her to the next table, she massaged her wrists, wondering
how she would behave when called upon to do these horrible things.
Most of the time you will work on women. The man who is the
prisoner will be forced to watch as you perform every sort of
torture on his loved ones, until finally he confesses, to stop the
torture. He is then made to sign his confession, and sometimes is
then released. Most of the time he dies here, at your hand, he
added, gleefully. Susan-Puts the question They reached the room
where the torturer was working upon the outstretched body of a
helpless young accused witch.      

   She stood on tiptoe, her legs far apart, her wrists tied to her
waist, and a steel bar between her elbows and her back. Her breasts
were encircled with the thin ropes that Susan had come to know and
fear, and were the Ropemasters trademark. The ends of the breast
ropes were tied to the ceiling, so that she stood in a painful
position, back arched, and breasts gathered tightly into twin
swollen globes, each tipped with a large erect pink nipple. As the
agonized face turned toward her, Susan recognized Julie, the
millers daughter, and the leader of the church choir.

   Susan watched in horror as the torturer reached between Julie's
straining thighs, and grasped her vaginal lips tightly. The poor
girl writhed in pain, and a thin skein of blood began to slip down
her heaving chest from the tearing skin and flesh of her breasts,
where the nooses in tightening had buried themselves out of sight
in the soft flesh. Susan could smell the sweaty agony of the girl,
and the odor of urine filled the air as Julie emptied her bladder.

   "Why does she not confess?," Susan asked the Witchfinder,
"Surely she is in great pain?" The Witchfinder smiled, "She
confessed more than an hour ago, and the judges all signed her
warrant. She will die by burning, as witches must, but Max here,
"He gestured at the smiling torturer,

   "Will continue with small tortures, just to make sure that the
devils driven out by the judges cocks do not return." He paused for
a moment, then added, "And it is also useful to devise new ways to
impose pain without the girl dying too soon." He continued, "It is
also a way to teach beginners like yourself the joy of inflicting
pain on others."

   "Why does she not cry out? Why is she silent?"

   "Her tongue was burnt, so that she cannot summon her master, nor
a familiar" The Witchfinder took Susan's arm and brought her to
that of the nude victim. Without thinking, Susan put her arm around
Julie's tiny waist and raised the helpless girl slightly , to
relieve the strain a trifle from her breasts. Julie lifted her head
and gave a small nod of thanks as the agony lessened slightly.

   "Ah, Miss Susan, before we can accept you into our group, we
must get rid of that merciful attitude. Do you not realize that she
is a convicted witch, and deserved not even the smallest pity?"
Susan stepped back, realizing her blunder, and Julie again swung
her full body weight against the tender straining flesh of her
breasts, mewling and gasping in agony as the small group watched.

   "Susan, kneel down and lick that witches pussy clean of the piss
she released, and get your tongue into her ass hole as well, and
clean her out." Susan hesitated for only a moment, then knelt
quickly and began to lick rapidly along her thighs, and finally
deep into her crotch, as Julie stood helplessly, legs apart, body
arched backward, eyes closed. Finally the Witchfinder pulled Susan
away, "That's enough, she's nice and clean." He turned to the
torturer

   "Show her the other end of the whip" With quick efficiency, the
burly Max shoved Susan aside, and thrust the heavy whip handle hard
against the wet crotch, working it around until it slipped into the
dry vagina, still bruised and stretched from the judges multiple
rapes. He worked it deeper and deeper, enjoying the way the little
body writhed and twitched, her breasts bleeding heavier now as the
torment increased, until finally he had thrust a full twelve inches
up into the twisting little belly of the agonized young girl, and
the leather thongs swayed and dangled as she moved her hips in
involuntary contractions.

   "Enough, Earl," The Witchfinder smiled, "Let Susan begin her
career with us by removing this witch from her bonds." The two men
watched grimly as the small figure of Susan untied first one ankle
then the other, allowing Julie to stand weakly upright, as Susan
unloosened each slipknot from her breasts, then she untied her
hands, and the iron bar clattered to the floor. Julie could hardly
stand, her hands were numb, without strength, she could grasp
weakly, but she managed at length to draw out the rough braided
whip handle from her body, and dropped it to the stone floor, slimy
with clotting blood from her torn vagina. Susan held Julie by one
arm as she sank slowly down to her knees. Susan half dragged, half
carried the bleeding woman to her cell, and dropped her onto her
cot, then with a sad look behind her, closed the door. She knew
Julie was dying, but was helpless to save her.

   "Not too bad for a first effort," the Torturer grinned.

   Part 6 of 50 revised 12/29/95 01/14/96 Split into parts A and B
to accomodate the server