~Subject: Repost:Tales of the Witchfinder Part 1 ~From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Saint Elmo) ~Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 04:47:42 UTC ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories A History of Witchcraft In Norfolk, England, 1645 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. Enjoy. In many towns and villages of old England during the 1500's a peculiar religious ferment possessed the inhabitants to a degree that has not seen since. This obsession with the occult, and witchcraft was probably encouraged by the decision of Henry the Eighth to form a Church of England, entirely separate from the Roman church, and in the process confiscate the valuable property of the Catholic church in England. The beautiful countryside and warm farming communities were split and confused by the sudden decision of the King to depart from the old familiar Roman Church, and form this new Church Of England. Conversion was essential, and the Roman Catholics were characterized as in league with the devil. Make no mistake, the Church of England was no more merciful than the Church of Rome. History records no less than 250 people in one small area of England died during this period, most horribly. The true numbers as given, are: 20 executed in Norfolk, England, on evidence of Matthew Hopkins, before 26 July, 1645 29 condemned, on the evidence of Matthew Hopkins, at Chelmsford, England, on 29 July, 1645 150 killed in England in the last six months of 1645 Witchcraft was a religion in itself, and competed strongly with the Catholic Church for the beliefs and moneys of the ignorant population. Henry made few changes to the existing church dogma, and merely put into place the changes that would allow him to become supreme in England, answering to no pope. If any one still refused the new church, they were tortured until they accepted it. Simple, and straightforward, it was a demonstration of the cruelty and sinister aura of the times. 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 Chapter 1 The Wilson Chronicles The first witch of record was accused by a farmer of causing his pigs to miscarry. He also claimed to have seen her at a witches Sabbath, dancing in the nude, with a strange demon. She was tested by the Witchfinder in front of a panel of three judges, who saw that she had an insensitive mole upon her body. They delivered her to the Torturer, and he extracted a full confession that implicated many other girls and women. In spite of the best efforts of the Witchfinder, guards and judges to purify this witch with Christian fluids, she was declared unrepentant, and was sentenced to be abused and burned. Before she could be burned, however, she vanished, proving she had satanic powers. The full report follows : The family June Wilson, the first witch to be identified, had been born seventeen years earlier in the small village of Marsdon. She was the eldest of the two Wilson daughters, and the first female to be accused of witchcraft in the history of Marsden. The Wilson family, who prided themselves with being God-fearing farmers, and producers of cheese, were considered to be very prosperous by the standards of Marsden, however since they had now, since the Kings proclamation, declared themselves openly to be Catholic they had become outcasts in the strongly Protestant community. They were not Catholic, nor even Christian, for they worshipped the ancient pagan Gods. June had grown into a beautiful young girl, a younger edition of her petite mother , Leslie, who everyone readily admitted was probably the most beautiful and charming woman in the county. Leslie was also a knowing participant in the four annual gatherings of her Satanic group, and excelled in wild sexual performances. Her appearance however, belied a sensuous nature, well concealed from her neighbors and children. Those full lips had been often pressed tightly around her husbands cock in the still evening hours, and she still uninhibitedly enjoyed every form of sexual pleasure with wild abandon. Including the festivals where men and women made love with small regard for whom their partners might be. Since her husband's death however, the community had drawn apart from her, as it often does with widows, and her still taut vagina was now used only by a smooth wooden dildo, as she dreamed of past ecstasy with her eager husband. It was soon after June's fifteenth birthday, that she began to attract the serious attention of the local young men, who cared less about religion than about the budding beauty of the young woman, and their own exploding hormones. It was when they learned that her strict upbringing did not allow promiscuity, and that she wanted to protect her virginity until her marriage, that the young men began to stray away, finding easier girls, if not so beautiful, to entertain them. Thus this beautiful young girl grew into womanhood knowing but little of men and their manner with women. A year younger than June, but even more attractive, was Marie. A superbly beautiful young woman, with wide spaced eyes, and pouting lips, she already had high, full breasts already larger than either her sister or mothers, thrusting upward saucily from her lissome growing body. Without a doubt, Marie had a glowing beauty all her own that surpassed both her mother and sister, for the taut sixteen year old body was promising to exceed her mothers beauty. The problem began when Earl Simmons' young wife died in a mysterious accident the year before. The undertaker had rumored that the woman had died from a beating, which Earl vehemently had denied. After a year had passed, he began to pay serious attention to Leslie, and her daughters, admiring their budding beauty, and speculating on how he might best turn the widow into his bed. Earl began to pay much more attention to the beautiful Leslie, who obviously was more likely to take his cock than either of her daughters who were innocent to the point of irritation. For two years after Leslie's husband had died the farm continued to prosper, with Leslie and her daughters, assisted by a hired hand, producing a bountiful sale of the special cheese, even in a year where few other farmers were barely making ends meet. When Earl realized with a shock that his farm was about to be annexed for taxes, and with the thought that he might borrow enough from Leslie to tide him over to the next year, he abruptly appeared one evening at the Wilson's door. The widow was now being avoided by others as much as the daughters, due to their Catholic beliefs, but Earl was indifferent as to religion, and found his only problem to be how to choose between the mature beauty of the widow, and the fresh young virgin daughter. His financial condition forced him to devote his attention to the mother, even though he eyed the slim lithe beauty of June with rising passion, and the curvaceous Marie made him pause every time he passed her. It occurred to him that if he married the mother, he would probably have not one, but all three of the women. The idea of a harem of such loveliness excited him beyond reason. He visited the Wilson farm late one Sunday evening, and Leslie entertained him with a fine meal, and some strong wine, which he drank down thirstily. He eyed the handsome woman and discovered a sudden hardening of his cock. Finally after the girls had retired, he began to caress the widow, and slip his hand up her dress. Leslie was wet with anticipation already, and she resisted very briefly, merely a token resistance. A man would be so much better than the dildo. Both now knew what was going to happen and both eagerly looked forward to a sexual experience both had long anticipated. Leslie opened his trousers, and sank to her knees as a huge organ fell gently forward into her eager hands. She looked at Earls stiffening cock with appreciation. It was definitely a larger than average sized cock, and one she would clearly enjoy, if it didn't split her open. She held it in her hand, and kissed the bulbous end. Earl's cock jerked in anticipation, and his breath began to come raggedly as he pressed his hands onto her breasts. Within a few moments they were fully engaged on the thick rug, she for the first time in a year at last again feeling the strong stiff thrusts into her body with thrilling orgasmic chills of joy. She wrapped slim shapely legs about him with eager lust, closed her eyes and felt the joyous thrills begin to build deep within her belly as he worked over her now writhing little body. The two of them were both somewhat drunk, and somewhat noisy. June totally ignorant of the sexual relationship between men and women, hearing the commotion, hurried downstairs. She saw the two coupled in a wild rolling sexual embrace, with Earl's now completely naked body lying on top of the small writhing equally nude figure of her mother and hearing her mother making small cries of what she thought was pain, June stood transfixed as she saw Earl's hips striking savagely into her mother's body as she lay with wide spread knees, legs locked over his back. When he could hold it no longer, he came, and Leslie felt him burst inside her, filling her with boiling hot semen, and she reacted with equal ferocity, her head thrown back, her teeth bared and clenched as wave after wave of orgasmic thrills flooded over her twitching, jerking body. Oh yes! this was so much better than the dildo, a long groan of pleasure emerged from between her clenched lips, which June mistook for a cry of agony.. June ran down the stairs, shouting, " Stop, Stop!', rushing to her mother's aid, and picking up the iron fireplace poker as she did so. Recovering slowly from his mighty orgasm, Earl finally heard Junes noisy approach, and with a sudden jerk he drew out his cock. Still kneeling between Leslie's wide splayed legs, he looked up just as June struck him with the poker,. The lights went out, and he fell across Leslie as she struggled to rise. "No, No, honey, it's all right. He wasn't hurting me. This is how grown ups play sometimes..." She gazed down at the unconscious Earl. "Oh Dear, What a mess." Leslie slipped her dress over her head, and covered the naked Earl with a blanket, then she knelt and cradled the head of the limp Earl. Earl recovered slowly, then sat up holding his aching bleeding head. His gaze went to the now frightened and trembling June. "Don't be afraid, my child, this will heal quickly, and your mother will explain everything," he said aloud as he dressed, but silently he thought, "You will pay for that, you little bitch. " After he had left, Leslie cried quietly in the kitchen, embarrassed for both the discovery by June, and June's rash actions. Leslie silently told herself that her daughters must soon be told about sex, and the mechanics involved, as well as the pleasures. The Accusation Simmons listened to the preacher extol the efficiency of the Witchfinder, with half his mind. The other half was devoted to a seething, boiling acid of revenge, and frustration. June had not only disrupted his seduction of her mother, and struck him painfully on his head, which still throbbed, but now Leslie was refusing to see him again. His plans to acquire the widows property and money had gone sadly awry because of that bitch, and Earl was not one to forgive and forget so easily. Indeed, how to repay that little bitchcat was constantly on his mind. Earl wanted to punish June, but could see no way to safely accomplish it without upsetting her mother, whose gold Earl badly needed to save his farm. Suddenly the preacher's description of the punishment of the witches that the Witchfinder had discovered and identified in Sweden clicked in Earl's imagination, and it burst upon him how to get the daughter out of the way, and into some serious trouble. When the preacher asked the congregation if anyone had any knowledge of witchcraft within his parish, opportunity appeared. Simmons rose, his imagination on fire, and excitedly, told the judges that a dozen of his pigs had miscarried on the day June Wilson had visited his farm with her mother. A complete total lie, but the preacher gaped at him in startled wonder. The Witchfinder turned and stared at him. The Witchfinder suddenly smelled blood. None of the Wilsons were present to deny his accusation, since they were Catholic, which in the eyes of the Preacher, and indeed in the opinion of the entire congregation, made the accusation even more believable. The preacher consulted briefly with the Witchfinder. "Is it possible?" he asked in a low voice. "I cannot say until we test the accused for the entrance of Satan. It is always present upon the bodies of Satan's subjects." The Witchfinder paused. "It would be prudent to test the accused before they flee." The preacher nodded in assent. "There must be judges, three at least, to insure that fairness is present, and that only Satan's subjects are punished, and the innocent go free" Simmons was now silent, as the Witchfinder and the Preacher selected three men from those present, and challenged them to be the judges. The Witchfinder was an excellent judge of character, and picked three of the ugliest, meanest looking of the men, on the principle that they were the most starved for sex, and thus would prove to be the most malleable in his employ. Hesitantly, they agreed, and joined the Witchfinders little group in the rear of the church. Now the preacher called for the warder, and the Witchfinder ordered him to bring Leslie Wilson, and both of her daughters before the tribunal, for examination. Simmons was taken aback. He had not planned on Leslie being accused, but still the plan was good. Only now he would have to bribe the warder to free two of the three women. Marie would be a fine addition to his plans. Not a bad plan at all, he mused, and the little bitch in spite of her beauty, would get her just desserts, probably a good public whipping on that cute little ass, he thought excitedly. And, with a few pieces of gold into the right hands, he might get to fuck the daughter while she was imprisoned, and still marry the mother, thus securing the fortune she reputedly possessed. A flawless plan, he thought. And the Church would reward him with one half of the women's property for the accusations, the rest going to the Witchfinder, and the Duke, equally. And, he thought excitedly, he would then have both Leslie, a mature full bodied woman, and Marie, a youthful slim child / woman. Surely she was a virgin. A two woman harem, and what incredibly beautiful women!. His cock hardened quickly at the mere anticipation of his future sexual exploits with the Wilsons. June, however would certainly have to be disposed of. Probably she would be badly punished, with whippings and torture, he thought. Well, so be it. She was too saucy anyway. He understood that the Witchfinder could not easily free a woman once the judges had ruled, even for much gold. So June was going to have to be punished. Perhaps they would disfigure her, or she might even die under the tortures he had heard that they performed on accused women to get confessions of witchcraft.. His cock grew stiffer. The Witchfinder The Matthew Hopkins, the famed Witchfinder was elated. The first witch in the parish. He had glanced at his cadre in the front row as Simmons had made the fatal accusations, and saw them all grinning evilly as Simmons had continued to pour out his lies, now adding lie after lie to the initial accusation. The Ropemaster, The Whipmaster, The Torturer, The Executioner, all would now have employment, and though unspoken, it was understood that the females would be available to them for any purpose, once accused, and imprisoned. The Castle on the mountain "We must have a suitable accommodation for this work, is there a prison nearby that we can use to hold these dangerous witches?" The minister smiled. June weighed less than 90 lbs., and was hardly dangerous. But the bump still visible on Earl's head reminded him of her youthful strength. She might be dangerous after all. The minister sincerely believed in the existence and power of witches, for he had read of them in his bible many times. Perhaps she would need restraints. How do you restrain a witch? He turned to the Witchfinder and said, "Master, I know nothing of this problem, will you handle it?" Matthew Hopkins smiled benignly. "Of course, preacher. It is my profession" The minister wanted to watch. Possibly even participate. Especially when they began to whip her. He felt his cock begin to stiffen at the thought. He had seen June many times in the village, and admired the youthful beauty of the slim little woman. How he would like to rip her dress off and lay a bull hide whip across those titties.! He paused in his thoughts as he heard the Witchfinders request for a castle. The Minister pondered for a few moments, then his face lit up. "There is the Duke's old castle. ! It is well suited to your purposes, being a distance from the village, yet easily accessible if need be, by road. There are numerous cells there, and still strong enough to hold a rogue or two" "He has left his castle in the care of the Duchess, who is young, and high spirited. She entertains but little, now that her master is away, and the castle is empty except for her, and her maids, along with two or three old guards. Surely she would not refuse to allow the church the use of the castle for such a noble purpose as a witch hunt." Within an hour the small group of men had left the church, and proceeded to the Castle on the hill, leaving the executioner to instruct Milo on where to deliver the accused. It was a red faced preacher who explained to the Duchess that the castle was needed by the Church for the examination of a girl who might possibly be a witch, then bowing and scraping, for he feared the diminutive Dutchess would reduce her contributions to the church if he offended her, he introduced the Witchfinder. Chapter 8 The Terror begins "Tell me of this witch", the Duchess ordered imperiously. The Witchfinder did not like the tone of this. The Duchess was of medium height, her blond hair plated and piled upon her head making her appear taller than she was. She was dressed in an elegantly simple one piece silk dress that clung suggestively to her slim body, revealing, yet concealing. She was clearly not one of the shallow women so typical of the royal family, and she was young. High firm breasts thrust aggressively upward and out against the smooth cloth and a suggestion of nipples was visible through the cloth. A shockingly beautiful young woman, and the Witchfinder was distracted by this pleasant, though quite unexpected surprise. Then, as he eyed the cool little beauty, his mind began to develop a plan. The Witchfinder spoke boldly, secure in his powers granted by the king and Bishop, explaining the accusations, and the procedures, using generalities, and vague explanations, to soothe her fears, But when he reached for her hand, she retreated from him, and a cloud of fear briefly crossed her brow. Patricia was not impressed with the witch story. A lifelong Christian, she placed small belief in witches and witchcraft, and viewed the Witchfinder with barely disguised disgust and disdain. Still, they were mentioned in the Holy bible. Still, she was a bit intimidated, frightened of his imposing bulk, and wary of offending the church, especially as represented by the Preacher, who she knew had great influence both with her absent husband and the people in the town. "You really believe that this small little girl, this child, who the pig farmer has accused, has been consorting with Satan?", she asked the Preacher. Turning to the Duchess, the Witchfinder responded, "It has been sworn to by Master Earl, who is after all, a respectable farmer, your grace, and we are duty bound to investigate all such accusations." "What rubbish, " she exclaimed, " This girl is well known to me, and her family is famed only for diligent work and excellent cheeses, not magic or witchcraft! " The Witchfinder gazed at the Duchess with some surprise, and turned to the Preacher at his side. "Has this the sound of a defense of the witch?" he asked grimly. Shocked, the Preacher glanced at the Witchfinder in amazement, then in fear and quite unable to speak, he stood frozen in indecision, his mind whirling. If he accused the Duchess of Witchcraft, and she was proved to be a witch, then all the Dukes property would be confiscated by the crown. He shook his head violently, "No, no, she cannot be!" he stuttered. Now the Witchfinder took command of the situation and rising to his full height, an imposing six and a half feet, and pointing directly at the seated woman, intoned in a loud voice, " My name is Matthew Hopkins, and both the Inquisitor General of the Church and the King himself have appointed me the Witchfinder of Briton. You will permit the inquisition to occur within this castle, and since you seem reluctant to assist, I now order that you be confined to your chambers with your maids." The Witchfinder smiled grimly, " And you might remember, my dear Duchess, that should any of the accused implicate you, or name you as a conspirator, you may find yourself also in bond. The King cannot save you, you are completely in my power until I decide your guilt or innocence!" He turned to his men, and gestured. They rose as one and moving quickly, seized the Duchess, who now cried out "Help, Help", and began to struggle in the grasp of the Ropemaster. The Preacher, taken aback at this show of force, turned to the Witchfinder. "Have a care, she is a Princess, fifth in line to the throne itself.... and has great influence at court!", he murmured to the raging Witchfinder. He turned away, "Let her beware !", he said. The preacher faced the struggling Duchess, " Your Grace, please reconsider ! He is very powerful. He can condemn and imprison anyone in the name of the King, and Church." "We all fear him. With the Duke away, do not make an enemy of this man." She screamed , writhing in the firm grip of the Ropemaster, and her old guard appeared at the door and seeing his mistress being assaulted by the group of men, turned to run for help. "Charles!!", the Dutchess has been taken prisoner by a band of ruffians!. Ride for the Duke, at once" Twenty minutes later, a rider quietly left the stables, and headed toward London, where the Duke was camped, awaiting orders from the King as to the coming battle with the Scots. A Duchess is deposed Your Grace," The preacher pleaded to the Duchess in a last effort to rescue her, "He is a cruel man, and you may be sure the Duke will deal roughly with him when he returns, should he harm you, or act untowardly toward your maids, but do not resist him for he is a man of fiery temper, and may not be afraid of the Duke. Meanwhile, do not obstruct his search for witches, or people might think you yourself might be involved." At that point, the door opened, and Milo entered. Milo was the newest addition to the Witchfinder's staff, and acted as the jailer. Milo was also known among the group as "the assfucker." He did not trouble to deny the appellation. "I wish to see you to your chambers, madam.", he spoke politely, and approached her unsuspecting figure. Patricia cried out in pain as the man named Milo made a smoothly practiced motion with a loop of thin cord and in a twinkling, bound her wrists tightly together in front of her. "I will see that you are severely punished for this," she promised, "I have some strength at court, as you will see!" The Ropemaster barked a short loud laugh. "We shall see how much strength you have, bitch !", and with a man on each side, her wrists bound tightly she was dragged, still resisting, out of the room. Patricia was worn out. She could not struggle or resist, anymore, and when they finally untied her wrists, she stared about in puzzled surprise. This was a part of the castle she had never visited. The Ropemaster spoke to Milo, tossing his head at Patricia." Get her clothing and clean out her apartment right away. When the servants return in a few hours, the room should be clean and they should be told that she has left for London to visit friends until the Duke returns, and the witch-hunt is over. " The shorter nodded, and man taking the keys, vanished toward the door. Suddenly the Witchfinder entered, and moving directly in front of the helpless woman, slapped her violently across her full mouth. Patricia cried out more from shock than pain, still not yet aware of her great danger. The Ropemaster reached out with a doubled loop of cord, and with a practiced skill, and once more bound the stunned girl's wrists tightly together in front of her before she could jerk away. Now she felt the first flash of fear, and looked directly at the Witchfinder. "I will see that all of you die horribly for this," she promised, her back straight and head thrown back fearlessly, a trickle of scarlet tracing a fine line over her chin from her split lip. No man had ever struck her before, and she was still unnerved by the loss of her power. They tied the free end of the rope to an eye in the ceiling, so that she stood helpless, her arms pulled upward, her dark black hair tumbled about her wide eyed face, as she looked at the two men staring at her with lust growing in their eyes. A Duchess. Royalty. But now a helpless frightened little woman. Just removing her clothing would reduce her to a common little bitch. She really was dressed in fine clothing, The silk felt like another skin under their sweating hands. They took their time with her clothing, slowly opening and unbuttoning, until she stood revealed in only her pink silk brassiere and panties. Grinning, the Witchfinder ripped the lacy peach colored bra away, exposing her firm well shaped breasts to their now glowing eyes. Leisurely, the Ropemaster caressed each jutting mass of firm flesh, and grinned down at the frantic Duchess. A thin bush of dark pubic hair now revealed itself as the Witchfinder pushed down her thin silk panties, and pulled them off her dancing feet. Patricia did not know what was going to happen. Perhaps they were going to rape her, or even kill her. She realized with growing horror that she was completely helpless to stop them no matter what they decided to do with her. She twisted her lithe body into a tense straining knot trying to free herself from the bindings that held her fast, until the pain from her lashings became intense from the ropes cutting into her wrists. The two men glanced at each other and grinned, for the tiny waist and wide hips of the Princess were both unusual, and sensually attractive, and the struggles of the helpless girl excited them both.. Patricia was breathing heavily in great heaving gasps, as a result of her attempt to free herself and as the men stepped away and looked at her she dropped her head in shame. She now stood completely naked, and fully exposed , her long slim legs showing to full advantage as she stood with her feet together on tiptoe, the smooth muscled body covered with a light sheen of wetness from perspiration from being in the warm room as the two men caressed and pinched the firm flesh of the girl. Finally, The Witchfinder stepped away and motioned to the other man. "It is time to have our way with the little bitch", the Witchfinder decreed, "She must learn our ways, and quickly!". The Ropemaster lowered her so that she stood flat-footed on the cold stone of the floor, but left her bound wrists tied overhead.. "Prepare her!" the Witchfinder barked. The Ropemaster quickly fastened leather bands about each ankle and around her neck. Then loosed the wrist bindings, and replaced them with heavy iron cuffs. He bound her ankles, forcing her to stand awkwardly with her legs pressed tightly together. Next he bound her wrists behind her, and tied the rope from the ceiling to them. Finally, he slowly pulled the girls wrists toward the ceiling, forcing her to bend far forward, and moan in pain as the strain grew in her shoulders. A strap around her body pinned her arms to her body, and a thin rope cut across her breasts. The Ropemaster now tied a rope from her hair to the floor, preventing her from raising her head as he increased the strain on her wrists. The Ropemaster turned to the Witchfinder grinning evilly. "She is prepared" He gloated. Patricia's beautifully shaped legs, every straining muscle showing, were held bound together at the ankles, but left a gap in her crotch that the two men each rubbed lightly at first, then with increasing pressure and growing excitement. The two men slowly stripped themselves naked in front of Patricia's horrified gaze, pausing occasionally to pinch her dangling breast, or caress her straining body, as their cocks grew steadily in size. The Witchfinder sweated, as they prepared , his cock growing still more rigid at the sight of the lithe, youthful girl held so helpless and vulnerable, with both her tiny anus and pink slit exposed to their gaze. "Ah", he thought," There is nothing so good as a proud woman brought to abject helplessness. He knew women. He dealt with women continually, and had only hatred and contempt for them. Beautiful women who often dreamed of the King's court, and offered themselves to him as a means of reaching the envied positions in the palace that his recommendation could bring. These women often had considerable beauty, but few of them excited him like Patricia had. He suspected that she was still a virgin, for the Duke was old, and had married her in the spring, when she was but sixteen ( He knew she had lied when she told him she was 18). It was possible. And if she was, The Witchfinder would have her now, before the others got to her, for once imprisoned, she was fair game for any of the men, and was certain to be raped repeatedly.. When he was finally aroused sufficiently, he nodded to Milo, who now knelt , and gently pressing apart her exposed soft pussy lips, began to thrust his tongue along the fleshy slit between her thighs. To her surprise, Patricia felt herself reflexively twitching, and actually enjoying the feeling of his hot tongue slipping inside her velvety smooth vaginal lips. A hot flush began to rise from her crotch, and the pain in her wrists was almost forgotten. Finally, when she was wet and breathing raggedly, he rose, and moved in front of her, slipping his arms around her and fondling her full dangling breasts. The Witchfinder approached the bent figure from the rear, his thick cock dripping , and pressed his great cock against her now soaking slit, then entered her hot flesh easily. He worked it up inside her, slowly, slowly, enjoying the clasp of hot flesh around his huge penis, then with more force, until he felt the resistance he had hoped for. She was a virgin. She could not help herself as reflexively she tried to draw up her long slim legs, and press her knees further apart to ease his entry, but her bound wrists and ankles limited her movements, so she could only stand writhing and gasping in excitement, pain and fear as the huge man ripped through her hymen, and made a woman out of the maid. Meanwhile, as the Dutchess was being forceably raped, Earl sat at home. He poured a glass of brandy from the bottle he had stolen from the castle, and sat back comfortably in front of his fireplace and contemplated the future, slowly stroking his rock hard cock. Yes, things were going quite well, he thought, this is much better than shoving those dammed pigs around!