~Subject: Tales of the Witchfinder part 7A ~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo) ~Date: Tue, 16 Jan 1996 10:48:40 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. In part 1 we learned how the Witch hunt originated, and how Matthew Hopkins manipulated and used his victims. We saw how he seized property and people, on the pretext of purging the community from witchcraft. Part 2 illustrated how the plan widens, and the Dutchess, already a prisoner in her own castle,and seeks help, and the consequences. Part 3 opens with how the accused witch, June, and her family, were treated and ends with a hope for escape....but not without a price. Part 4 tells of the failed messenger's fate, and how the Dutchess is doomed by it. Part 5 details some of Matthew Hopkin's crimes on persons accused of Witchcraft. Part 6 illustrates both how victims escaped, and how some were made into slaves. Part 7 describes the testing, and the punishment used as an example to the innocent, and how a few women escaped into pleasure. While this series of stories are only historical re-creations, fictional in legal terms, they are based upon solid historical fact. They are based partly upon the life and well documented history of the man, Matthew Hopkins, who today is seen as a warped sadist, but at that time held the highest respect of the King, and the wholehearted fear of the churches in England. For his word was life or death to those who encountered him. 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 Janet, an example The girls were brought into the dimly lit dungeon and chained by the neck to the wall. With the other eleven girls, there were now eighteen young women in captivity, accused of witchcraft. Before long, there would be no less than twenty, all of whom would die as witches, history tells us, on June 26, 1645. Each had undergone the Witchfinders testing, and had been certified by the judges as a witch. Some had been raped, either by the guards, or the Witchfinder's staff, and seven others had died as a result of beatings and other mistreatment by the guards, but twelve of the eighteen now standing in a frightened group at the door were still virginal. Milo had personally verified this using his finger, and these were now marked with a white sash around their waist, bound tightly over their one piece robes. The rest of the girls bore no sash. Now he placed them against the wall, and clipped chains to their collars. The chain that Milo used was just long enough to allow them to lie down on a cot that projected from the wall, or stand beside it, but not quite long enough for them to move to a point where they could touch each other with their hands. In the center of the room, in full view of the prisoners so that the girls might be terrorized into voluntary confessions, stood a raised platform, two feet above the floor level. This was where the torture would be performed, although they did not suspect it yet, and as girls will, chatted excitedly with each other in low tones of their various experiences. Two young women who had found favor with the Witchfinder were assigned to feed and bathe the young women, and to attend to their bodily needs. These two had already sworn to accept him as their absolute master, and they did obey him in every fashion, including sexual. It was late afternoon when the Whipmaster and the judges began their solicitation for confessions. They began with the girls who did not have the white sash indicating a virginal status, and followed the same routine with each. The girl was forced to remove whatever clothing she had upon her body, then stand straight at the side of her bed with her hands on her head, in full view of the entire room. The judge then asked quietly if she were a witch. When the first girl denied it, the judge knelt down before her, and pressed apart her thighs. He placed the palm of his hand between her legs, pressing up against her vagina, and nodded to the Whipmaster. The Whipmaster drew back his muscular arm, and struck her full across her breasts, just above the nipples. The girl sucked in her breath and held it, then as the fiery pain flowed, she screamed in agony, an effect not lost on the others. Her hands flew protectively to the injured breasts, and rubbed at the reddening line. He asked her again. Another denial, this time not so loudly, and through sobs and tears. She placed her hands on top of her head again at their orders, and again the judge knelt and put his hand between her legs. The lash fell, this time creating a narrow burning line on the soft undersides of her youthful breasts, and involuntarily she urinated into the palm of the judges hand. "Your body confesses !", he cried. She now doubled over in agony, her hands cupping her breasts protectively, and then fell to her side and huddled sobbing and moaning on the side of the bed, held helpless by her neck chain. "Yes, yes,AAAAAaaaaa!" she screamed, "I confess to everything.!" They left her there, and went to the next girl, who after being stripped naked, and made to stand with her hands on her head in the same unprotected stance, suddenly burst into tears, and quickly confessed. Eleven of the young women confessed to being witches and consorting with Satan, seven refused, even after being whipped and beaten. The confessed witches were removed to the regular prison area, where they were held in individual cells by Milo and his men, and subjected to beatings, rape, and degradation, as described earlier, but were fed and clothed warmly. The seven who had failed to confess, even though whipped savagely, remained in the chamber, still tethered on their chains. The torturer now wanted a young, strong woman who would not die easily. He scanned each girl, and stopped at Janet. He was sure he had found his ideal victim. She was slim, of medium height, and with long shapely legs that met in wide hips and full buttocks. A small waist emphasized her firm pear shaped breasts that even with the whipmasters marks showing ugly dark red lines across them , were the finest in the room, and while swollen from the whip would most certainly suit his needs. The white sash indicated she was a virgin, and he considered that for a few moments, and adjusted his plan accordingly. Her confession was no longer essential. She was to be an example to the other girls of what real torture they could expect if they continued to refuse to confess. First, he would satisfy himself. He seized her roughly, and forced her to the bed. He turned her face down, and tied each wrist to an ankle, then unfastened her neck rope and carried her wriggling form to the dais in the center. In full view of the other six girls tied to the walls, he made her kneel, then stripped off her robe and sash. He turned her now and posed her face down, buttocks high, and legs apart. They saw him open his trousers, and holding a huge erect cock in his hand, begin to rub it vigorously up and down the wide parted crack of the helpless girl's buttocks. Janet could not see what he was doing, but felt him grasp her hips, and with his thumbs spread her vaginal lips, and put the tip of his now slippery cock against her soft flesh. It was over quickly. He groaned as if in pain as he orgasamed deep inside the helpless woman, who unable to resist could only beg him to cease. The women on the walls were shocked, and terrified. A few were crying now, finally realizing their hopeless situation, and desperate to escape the torture they were sure was about to occur. Two more confessions were made without further ado, and the five remaining watched as a struggling Janet was carried to the rack, and the heavy wooden bar closed over her neck, her arms bound behind her, each leg tied to the ropes which led to the windlass that now pulled her slim body taut, legs extended to their limits, and moaning in terror. A glowing brazier was brought close with several red hot irons buried in it, and Janet began to beg for mercy, confessing over and over again in almost screaming intensity. The torturer was not to be deflected from his purpose however, which was to make an example of her for the others. Now the torturer bent to his task. He laid a razor sharp knife down beside her, and sat on the frame next to her. He ran his hands down the length of each long slim leg, now pulled out stiffly, then with a piece of charcoal, marked a line across each thigh, precisely at the point where the legs joined in the crotch. He marked each arm at the shoulder in similar fashion, as the chamber watched in silent anticipation, not comprehending what he was about. He truly enjoyed his work, as his bulging crotch testified. He bound a cord tightly about each leg and arm where the marks were, and twisted them tightly, then with a smooth practiced movement, he severed her left leg from her body, slicing thru flesh and rounding on the bone. He picked up a heavy cleaver, and with two strong blows completed the act, chopping thru the bone. Now he tightened the cords still more, and reached for the white hot poker. He used the hot poker to sear the open wounds, stopping the flow of blood which had begun to gush forth. Ignoring her screwams of agony, He severed her right leg in similar fashion. This time he used a heavy hatchet to chop away the bones, and after searing her stump, dropped the bloody thighs to the floor, leaving her ankles still bound to the iron frame. He amputated her arms in the same fashion, and seared the wounds, saving her from immediate death by loss of blood, but leaving her in unutterable agony, mewling and gasping in pain. The girls on the wall were horrified. One girl fainted, and two others threw up. Now the torturer picked up the torso of the unfortunate girl, and finding her slit with difficulty because of the blood and burnt flesh ends, he seated it precisely upon a long sharp spike that projected upward from the floor. The sharp metal spike slid upward through her vagina, and pierced deep into her belly, but not quite deep enough to reach her heart. Her torso was held up and kept from toppling to the floor seated as it was on the deadly metal . The torturer now grasped the hair of the helpless girl, and cupped her dear face with his other hand, and as her eyes glazed with her approaching death, he pried open her mouth, and thrust his thick cock deep into her throat. Her head jerking in choking convulsions, he held her face tightly to his crotch, then ejaculated, forcing a long string of bloody semen to drop from her lax mouth as it overflowed the cavity. He drew out his cock from the dying, twitching torso of what had once been a beautiful young woman, and still naked, brought each captive forward, and forced them to kiss the dying woman on her sticky lips, then each in turn had to twist the nipples of the full breasts of the armless and legless torso, eliciting a few last groans of pain. Finally, with all of the remaining girls eager to confess to anything, he turned and bent down to Janet, still impaled the spike and with two quick strokes of his sharp knife split her breasts wide open, dividing her nipples, allowing her remaining blood to flow unimpeded down the front of her maimed body. She died, minutes later and was removed by the cook, piece by bloody piece. The ordeal of Gloria Gloria rolled her head slowly from side to side in agony. A thin trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth where she had bitten her lip. She would not again give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. If they were going to force her to confess, it would take more than jabbing needles into her flesh, she vowed. She told herself that they might break her body, but never her spirit. She knew she was innocent. The accusation of witchcraft was false. She would never confess to it, no matter what they did to her. She stubbornly ignored the pain, masking it with a rising hatred against the murderous Ropemaster, who had been assigned the task of obtaining her full confession. The Witchfinder had probed her earlier with his trick needle under the thin guise of "Testing her for signs of the Devil's entrance". He had now made her a prisoner, after presumably finding an entrance on her naked body, and with the death warrant quickly signed by the three judges, who had evaluated her lithe beauty already, as the Witchfinder had applied his needle. She had stood tied and helpless, utterly nude, poised on her tiptoes, arms and legs opened so that every part of her beautiful little body had been fully exposed to their lustful view.. Her lissome body was now well spotted with the Witchfinder's needle marks, but her full breasts had suffered from his attention the most. They were tender, swollen and hard from the bruising, piercing, and squeezing. She had screamed. She was ashamed to admit it, but the needle's agony had been too great when he forced it slowly into, then twisting it upward, out of her flesh, completely through the fatty pad of her pubis. It was agony, and she had fainted. But not before she had felt the beginnings of deep internal convulsive muscular contractions, and the familiar mind twisting effects of a sexual orgasm, produced only by the rising level of her suffering. Pain and pleasure had swapped roles suddenly. She had escaped the usual torment of the judges sexual attack only because the judges were sated, having "tested" two young girls earlier, and after repeatedly raping them, were too exhausted and drained for Gloria. The Witchfinder had gestured to the Ropemaster, and ordered ," This one is stubborn. Get her confession, before you put her into the cells". Gloria knew that he was forbidden to kill her outright, but that if she should die in his custody, there would be no questions asked. He was clearly enjoying her stubborn agony, as he leaned close to view his helpless victim. Gloria was a beautiful girl, as were all of the women the Witchfinder had selected. Still naked, she lay full length on the rack, where he had tied her wrists to the ropes attached to the pulley wheels at each upper corner, her ankles were bound to iron rings set deeply into the solid oak wood of the rack. A groove ran down the length of the rack, to drain off urine and blood, and the pail at the end contained a pint of yellow liquid that she had ejected when the first blow of the knotted rope had snapped hard against the soft tender place between her straining thighs, eliciting a sudden shock of agony like nothing she had ever felt in her life before now. Another blaze of agony lit upon her chest, as he snapped the knotted end of the rope hard against her already erect and hardened left nipple, then before she could twist her body away, he struck at her right nipple, but missed and the blow fell full on the soft underside of her breast. The agony was indescribable, and she screamed. Blood began to trickle from the ends of the nipples of each of her full breasts, tracing down her heaving sides, to the hard oak beneath her now twisting, writhing body. He paused, and put his hand on her heaving belly, looked down at the helpless woman lying before him, and smiled an evil smile, then unbuckled his trousers. A huge shaft sprung forth as he dropped them from his waist, and Gloria understood what he was about to do to her. She lay in agony, her hands clasping and unclasping, her head turning from side to side, pillowed by the massy red-gold of her luxuriant auburn hair, her mind buzzing with pain messages, and the feel of his hands running over her slippery blood slicked breasts, over her chest, his lips pressing against hers in a hard, painful kiss. He reached between her thighs with his hand and cupped her sex in his palm, rubbing her hard, slowly, up and down. He found her slit dripping wet, her hips rising to meet his hand. His finger pressed harder against the fat vaginal lips, and he felt them part easily under his pressure. She was aroused, as some of his victims were, by the cruelty and helplessness of her situation. She wanted a master, and he would give her what she wanted. It was a reaction he had seen a few times before, and he was not surprised when her hips began to push up against his palm, quite involuntary, he knew. It was her body's way of stopping the infliction of more pain. She would turn it into pleasure. He turned the wheel another notch and heard her moan, then heard those expected popping sounds within her joints that spoke of slowly parting tissue, and hip joints beginning to separate and begin to pull out slightly from their sockets. She began screaming, short gasping trills, and cries of agony, and all of Gloria's resolve disappeared in the searing wash of agony that flooded her from hip to shoulder as the strained joints slowly began to part. She fainted after ten minutes of unbelievable agony thruout her entire nude straining little body, culminating with two more hard blows upon her unprotected belly with the knotted rope. The Ropemaster released the tension of the ropes, moved her arms and legs enough to re-seat the dislocations, and then splashed water over the supine form of the little woman. and washed her aching slim body clean of dried blood, sweat, and mucus. He bent over her then, released her ankles, and leaning over her, he stared deep into the helpless woman's large gray eyes. "I'm going to fuck you," he murmured into her ear, " Then I'm going to torture you some more". She felt a thrill of fear, then her rebellious body reacted, and her nipples rose to hard points, and she felt a warmth begin between her legs. She tensed her lithe body, then felt a sudden rush of familiar emotion, as he roughly pushed apart the slim legs and mounted her. She had always secretly wanted to be raped. To be forced into degradation and punished. Now it was happening, and she was aroused quite beyond reason. He thrust slowly, working his great cock deep into her, until he had his full length buried inside the belly of the writhing little woman, who, to the surprise of both of them quickly grew wet and slippery with passion as he ground down into her as she lay there, helpless to prevent the rape, and actually thrilling to the excitement. She screamed in orgasmic passion as she felt him begin the ejaculations into her, and her own body responded with a series of orgasms greater than anything she had ever experienced before. Again and again she peaked, until she fainted from exhaustion, strain, and excitement.. She regained consciousness after only a few moments, and felt him pull free, and rise. This was a totally new and unexpected development, and neither of them knew what to say. She was still bound to the table by her wrists, and lying face up on the oak rack. She drew up her legs and parted her knees, to ease the pain in her belly, and as she did so, white milky semen dribbled free of her slowly tighten vagina. True, he had raped her, and the cruel force of it had bruised her entire hip area, but she wanted him to continue, not stop. What an incredible feeling!. Gloria began to recover her wits, and think. She was not going to die. They would make every effort to keep her alive for a long, long time so that she might serve their pleasures. She knew that she was breathtaking, and that men desired her. Her slim shapely body and beautiful face meant she was probably going to be kept unmarked until the end, whatever that might be, but the newly discovered fact that she was enormously machosistic, and needed the pain in order to maximize her orgasms replaced her terror with a strange new excitement. She was going to encourage any punishments and pain they might want to inflict on her. Up to a point, she realized, she would never be totally free again, for the new found delight would someday become the ultimate thrill of all and that would be.. death. She felt the warm tickle of excitement as she contemplated her future.