~Subject: Repost:Tales of the Witchfinder Part 3B ~From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Saint Elmo) ~Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 04:47:52 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. The price of freedom It was with difficulty that the Whipmaster managed at last to lash Leslie's wrists tightly to two overhead chains, so she stood naked in the center of the chamber, arms apart, her beautiful face tilted to the ceiling of the chamber, tears slipping from her blue eyes down her cheeks, as he slowly, slowly, raised her hips, noting her bush of red pubic hair, and grinned evilly. He reached down between the tense thighs, and parted her wet fat vaginal lips with his fingers, as she danced away, trying to avoid his probing fingers, then he pressed her shapely legs so far apart she had no purchase, and swung by her wrists, as he easily forced his oiled cock past her tight cunt lips, into the warm vaginal tunnel, pressing deeply into her struggling little body. She moaned in terror and pain as she realized he meant to rape her as she hung helplessly by her wrists in mid air. If the pain in her arms had not been so bad, she might even have enjoyed the act, but he was determined that she would have no pleasure from this experience, if he could help it. He worked his cock into her deeply, as she continued begging and kicking her long slim legs helplessly, tossing her head from side to side in pain, her long blond hair flying wildly about her face and upper body. He thrust, twisting his iron hard cock painfully inside the tender vagina, then slowly drew out his long cock and walked behind her. Leslie was terrified, as he lifted her legs up from behind, and then , her body bent up at the waist, her buttocks spread wide, he cruelly drove his rigid cock into the center of the brown spot that marked her anus, bringing forth screams of agony louder and more pitiful than before. Leslie bit her lips silently , as the intense pain from the unexpected attack flooded her straining body The Whipmaster held the taut naked body and enjoyed the feel of her tensed muscles, as she jerked in pain, and heard her moan in agony as her helpless body writhed to escape his merciless cock. He drove deeper and deeper into her little body with each plunging thrust. Her breath now came in short gasps as her helpless body writhed in a fruitless effort to escape his merciless cock. He drove his iron hard cock still deeper into her small figure until flesh tore deep inside her, and hot blood begin to seep down her thighs Now he was fully embedded inside her. Leslie fell silent as she felt the rhythm increase as his passion mounted and he approached climax, driving ever harder and harder into her anus as blood from her torn skin lubricated his efforts. Her flesh rippled under the shock of his wide hips banging into her buttocks and her eyes were wide with agony until finally, with a great grunting cry, he drove deep, and reaching around her slim waist he clutched her close, and with his other hand grasped a dangling breast and clenched the soft flesh until she screamed again and again in piercing shrieks of pain as he orgasmed, his exploding cock spurting white gobs of come deep inside her soft struggling body. The Whipmaster was a true sadist. He received maximum pleasure from his sexual partners when they were in direst agony. In the past he had often taken down one of his victims, who, barely conscious from his whips, and covered with blood would suffer still more as he raped them on the rack next to his whipping post. He would tie them face up on the slanted pole rack, wrists and ankles bound, blood dripping from their flesh, and work his cock into them as they screamed in agony. Leslie could expect no mercy from this member of the witch-hunters team. He continued squeezed and kneading her breasts painfully as, balls bursting with sperm, he spurted hot semen deep inside the woman, groaning and gasping, as he convulsed with forceful thrusts into her resisting body. Finally, out of breath, his sturdy cock growing limp, he drew out his bloody organ and wiped it clean on the rags that had been her dress. He quickly regained his breath, and with it, a return to sanity. He pulled up his trousers and gazed down at the wide terrorized eyes in the face of the helpless woman he had just violated so cruelly. A trickle of scarlet blood mixed with his semen , was now leaking from her tightening anus. He looked at the straining figure and noted the thin ruby stripe slowly tracing a path down the inside of her thigh. "She hasn't suffered enough," he thought, "She isn't humbled even yet". He leaned over her and reaching down between her legs, grasped her thin pubic hair roughly. He slowly increased the strength of his grip on her crotch and began cruelly twisting the tender flesh painfully. Hair began to pull free in his grip, and she moaned in pain. "Well mistress Leslie, Haven't we come to a pretty pass?" Leslie nodded weakly, wondering what new humiliation she was to undergo at the hands of this beast. "Please master," She begged, " let me go. Let me be with my daughters. What have you done with them?" "Silence bitch. You must answer to the charges of practicing witchcraft, along with those two young cunts that you and the devil have produced." Still dazed from the brutal rape, and her body filled with pain, she bowed her head and nodded her assent. "I will confess, but my daughters are innocent" She now fully realized that he could do anything he wished with her. She was naked, and being held deep under the castle, while accused of witchcraft, her daughters held as witches as well. Tears began to leak from her great blue eyes. He gazed down at the helpless woman. He well realized that she was a true beauty. Her full breasts were now showing splotchy blue bruises from his blows and squeezing but still stood proudly out from her chest. " She would have been a beauty at court", he thought, "But now she is mine to do with as I wish." Bound as she was her long blond hair fell to her waist behind her, and partially covered her in front, however pert nipples poked through the golden tresses, and he tweaked them as she tried to twist away. He brushed her golden hair to the rear, so she was fully exposed. He stared. Struck with an idea, and realizing that an opportunity like this was unlikely to come again soon, he opened the closet and drew out a heavy polished steel pick. The Pick The metal gleamed dully in the light from the lamps, and Leslie, even though dazed with pain still was puzzled and somehow afraid of his actions as he dragged a heavy table to a position in front of her. A heavy vise was bolted to the table, and she watched in growing puzzlement and terror as he laid several coils of rope and the heavy pick on it. He unshackled her aching wrists from the chains, and re-tied them behind her back, looping the thin strong ropes around her wrists three times, then with two cinching loops between them, he brought the free end up to her elbows, and bound them tightly and painfully together as well, forcing pitiful moans of pain from her clenched lips again as he drew the beautiful little body into a forced posture, her shoulders pulled far back, her breasts thrust fully outward, nipples pointed to the ceiling. When he was sure that he had her shoulders as far back as possible, he went again to the closet and returned with a roll of thin, strong cord. He caressed the flat, smooth stomach, now heaving with her gasping, deep, half sobbing, breathing, and ran his hands over the smooth skin of her body, gazing down with anticipation at the woman he made so helpless as she stood fearfully awaiting his next pleasure. He backed her against the table, and held her there with his body pressed tightly against hers, as he looped a slip knot over her full breast, capturing the soft lovely mass of flesh inside the loop, and then slowly pulled it tight, until it nearly buried itself in the yielding flesh, ignoring her cries of pain. Then he wound the thin cord tightly twice more around the bulging mass, and finished with a clove hitch, pulling her breast into a melon sized globe, as she groaned with the new source of pain. He bound up her other breast in the same manner, using the other end of the thin cord, leaving her staggering with pain and begging for mercy. He pulled her upright with the cord connecting between her twin globes of firm soft flesh, now gathered into swelling sources of pain on her small body.. He snapped a hook onto the cord between her breasts, and using a pulley in the ceiling pulled on the thin rope, raising her to her tiptoes . Leslie was terrified now, and was babbling pleas and prayers, begging for mercy as he reached for the pick that he had laid aside "Here we go mistress Leslie," he snarled, " You just stand pretty, just as you are, and this steel prick will just get wet and warm. But if you try to sit on it, It will slide up your hot pussy..and it will poke you all the way into hell if you slip" . He pressed the sharp point of the pick upward against her vagina, until the tip slipped out of sight into her writhing body. Carefully he inserted the cold steel into her vagina, and then slowly worked it deeper into her twisting hips, until he met solid resistance and Leslie began a low soft moaning of pain as he pushed it an inch deeper. Leslie screamed and tried to twist away. The pain from each movement was agony to her tender breasts. In an effort to relieve the strain, she rose to her tip toes and lifted her knee, posing on one slim leg. He quickly used her posture to slip the icy cold deadly sharp point of the pick further upward into her, forcing it still deeper into her body. Finally his thrust of the steel met solid resistance, and he stopped. Leslie twitched and writhed, but her movements were now small, for every movement seemed to make her pain increase. The agony grew in her belly and breasts, then gradually seemed to spread through her slim lithe body. It suddenly occurred to her that he meant to kill her this way, slowly, and with as much agony as she could endure. He had managed to work the steel pick point a full ten inches through the vaginal canal without piercing her flesh, sliding it smoothly inside the slippery tunnel, and now the sharp steel tip was just penetrating the tiny opening of her womb. Death lay only an inch deeper, and she could feel the pressure grow with passing moment. Torture The torture was yet to come. He now clamped the pick handle with the vise, so that she stood impaled upon it, her legs straining, and able to relieve the stress only slightly by rising on tiptoe. He stepped back and contemplated the helpless woman. He smiled, and leaned forward to pull the overhead ropes still tighter, and pressed his lips to hers as he did so, feeling the muscles tense and writhe under him as he pressed downward on her lips. Now she stood poised, half suspended by her soft firm breasts, her legs braced against the floor, and trembling with strain. A soft moan of hopelessness escaped from her lips as he then bent to the floor and gripping her calf, Tied her legs together tightly, above the knees, and around her ankles. The increasing the strain on her already stretching and bulging breasts was to much to bear, and her body sank still deeper onto the deadly steel point. Quickly she recovered, and strained upward with her legs once more, to ease the pain. And so Leslie stood poised, naked, and impaled on the pick in front of the table, with her little body bent slightly backward, hair hanging nearly to the floor, her slim legs tied tightly together, knees stiff, and legs shaking from strain. Unable to move, lest the sharp point of the pick invade her fatally, tears rolled down her cheeks as she turned her beautiful heart shaped face to the Whipmaster in despair. God, she looked beautiful enough to fuck again, he thought. She was not just beautiful, he decided, she was a sexual magnet. Too beautiful to kill this way, he decided, and released his massive cock from his trousers again, and approached the little woman from the rear. "Please, please don't do this to me. I will be your slave." He smiled. He had only done this once before, and the Witchfinder had stopped him before he had gotten the woman fully arraigned, but this bitch was beautiful, completely in his power, and no one was going to stop him now!.. Leslie knew that if she allowed herself to sink downward, the pick would pierce deeply into her body, perhaps even up into her belly, stabbing into her intestines, and wounding her with agonizing slowness, so when she felt the man spreading her buttocks wide apart, and again inserting the tip of his slippery cock, between the tensed cheeks of her buttocks, for a second time, she felt despair overwhelm her. Leslie gave a sharp gasp then made mewling sounds of agony as she felt the pressure grow on her tortured breasts, and then felt the fire of the metal as it slipped still deeper inside her body. It was now pressing deep into delicate, sensitive flesh. She felt his hands on her hips and the invading mass of his cock as it surged into her tortured body once again. "All you have to do is keep your pussy up for a few hours while we question your daughters, and I will put you all into one cell," the Whipmaster lied, his breath ragged and heavy as his passion raged higher and higher. "Mercy, master. Please let us live, and I will do anything you wish. Anything. I will be your slave, your servants, anything" He came then, her submissiveness, and begging words sending him violently into orgasm. His sperm spurted into her, and with involuntary violent jerks his hips drove his cock deep into the helpless woman, lifting her upward with each strong stroke, then dropping her back until he was drained. He slowly drew away, as a dribble of white stringy sperm drooled from her slowly tightening sphincter, and ran down the back of her legs. "You cunt," he growled," I have far better choices than you, but if you show me that you can endure pain, I will let you live." "Oh yes, master, I will endure anything," she gasped hoarsely. The Whipmaster grasped her long blond hair and tipping her head still further back, kissed the straining little woman full upon her lips, his other hand rubbing the steel shaft up to where it met the soft flesh of her parted vaginal lips. He stroked the taut flesh of her bound breasts for a few moments, then gagged her, knowing that her prolonged screaming when the pick began to probe deeper and deeper might attract someone who might help her. Smiling evilly, he left the room. Leslie recovered her senses and found herself alone. Turning her head she stared at the now closed door and then tried to relax. The prod of the pick moving upward deep inside her belly stopped her, as did the increased pull on the delicate flesh of her bulging breasts. Leslie stood motionless, breathing shallow breaths, to avoid movement as much as possible. Her breasts were stinging, and slowly bloody semicircles began to form on the underside of each tortured breast. A thin trickle of blood began to leak downward from each breast where the cords were cutting into the delicate flesh, forming thin tracings over the taut skin. It was hours before she finally gave in to the roaring in her ears, and fainted, slumping back, as her now limp relaxed body socketed itself firmly on the heavy pick. The tip slid deep and buried itself full length into her belly. A slow trickle of scarlet traced itself down the length of the steel, and dripped to the floor, forming a widening pool of sticky blood under her hips. The Ransom of Leslie It was late. The innkeeper was looking at his ancient clock, as Earl and the Whipmaster sat talking quietly in the corner of the dimly lit room. Everyone else had gone home, and Earl was clutching his glass with increasing desperation. "You should not have taken the mother and the other daughter. Only that blond bitch. She is the one you want, and who deserves to burn" Whipmaster shrugged. "Some innocent women get swept up in these witch hunts, every time. God sorts them out up in heaven, anyway. What's so important about this one?" "I will pay you for her release, Earl stated quietly, "I need that woman to marry, and soon. I need the young one, too" Whipmaster lifted his glass. "That might cost some more gold than the ten pieces that you paid me for the privilege of watching, the little cunt's torture." Earl took a deep breath," Twenty pieces more for the mother's release unharmed" Whipmaster looked thoughtfully at Earl. He knew he had lied about the witch, that he was at the bottom of the whole ugly series of kidnappings, tortures, and murders that were to be the result of the witch hunt, but he waited patiently, as Earl sweated. "All right, thirty gold pieces, and ten more for the girl, but I must have her free quickly, out of the castle and away unharmed" Whipmaster stood. "Come with me to the castle. She has been only slightly mistreated, " he lied, thinking of the helplessly tied woman he had left positioned on the pick. "But she must be treated so that she cannot tell of what she has seen or knows. Her tongue must be burnt," then he held out his hand," The gold first" Earl hesitated. "If she cannot talk, then how can she marry?," he asked. "She will be able to nod, and croak a little, but not talk" "And the youngest girl?" "We will see," I know where she is, and I can get her in a day or two, if the price is paid. Be sure my friend, she will no longer be a virgin when you next see her." Earl reached inside his cloak, and placed the small bag of coins into the huge hand, and rising, the two of them trudged to the castle through the gloom, now lit only by the half moon that shone down from on high. When the door to the dungeon swung open, the Whipmaster was surprised to see Leslie hanging backward, her small child like body still held somewhat upright, supported only by her swollen tightly bound breasts, which now were covered with blood from her torn flesh. Earl had no idea what was occurring, but the Whipmaster leaped forward and grabbing Leslie around her waist, held her up as high as her bound legs would permit, and wheezed to Earl, "Help me get her down, or she's dead meat in minutes." Quickly the two men lifted the lax body of the beautiful little woman off the pick, and detached the ropes from her captured breasts. Earl lifted the small limp body up, and laid her face up on the heavy table. Leslie groaned, and turned to lay on her side, staring dully at Earl, who knelt close and held her shoulders as the Whipmaster heated a bar of iron to a white heat. "Leslie!" he shook the dazed woman by the shoulder, "Listen to me! Your life depends on what you do in the next few moments!" Leslie stared at him for a moment, then spoke, "Earl !, what are you doing here?" she murmured, dazedly. "I'm dying Earl. He has killed me." Earl bent close to her ear, "The Whipmaster wants to burn your tongue. I have a bit of pig tongue in my hand. Take it into your mouth, and when he orders you to put out your tongue, thrust it out and grip it with your teeth. When he burns it, scream and fall to the floor with your hands covering your face, them chew and swallow the meat" Leslie nodded, understanding dawning that she might survive after all. Earl slipped a pink bit of meat between her lips. Leslie was fully aware now, but lay silently in Earls grasp. He felt the pressure of her naked bloody breasts on his arms, and thought how nice she was going to be in his bed, swollen tits or not. "Sit the bitch up," the Whipmaster growled. "She's been a lot of trouble, and I don't want her blabbing what she has seen here, or heard. To say nothing of what I did to her, he chuckled to himself. Earl raised the suffering little woman to a sitting position, and the Whipmaster pried open her mouth. Earl held the mass of tangled blond hair away from her face, as Leslie thrust an inch of pink pig tongue from between her lips. Without hesitation the Whipmaster quickly pierced the pink flesh with the sparkling iron. Leslie struggled, her hands flew to her mouth, and as the two men stepped away, she rolled on the heavy table, gagging and moaning as she clasped her hands to her reddened lips. She lay still, moaning in real pain from her belly, but with her tongue still intact, and behind her hands which she was using to cover her face, she quickly chewed and swallowed the now cooked pig tongue. She lay motionless, eyes closed, pretending unconsiousness. The whipmaster rolled her to her back, and pried her knees apart, then he raised his short truncheon high over his head, and delivered a hard, single blow, using all of his strength, squarely between her parted thighs, landing directly upon the fatty mound of her pubis. Leslie gave a pig like grunt as the blow landed, and doubled up, involuntarily drawing herself up into a ball. The Whipmaster dropped the truncheon, and picked up a short heavy bull whip, and demonstrated his skill. Blow after blow fell on Leslie's naked body as he convulsed the helpless woman, striking cleverly at the tender insides of her thighs, driving her legs apart, and then landing heavy blows directly upon the fat lips of her bleeding slit with the bull whip. Earl grasped his arm. "You will kill her this way. Leave off.!" He paused, and saw that Leslie had finally, mercifully, fainted. The Whipmaster raised the unconscious woman to a sitting position, and stooped low over her. He cupped her little heart shaped face, sliding his hands deep into the mass of golden hair, then slid his long rigid cock into her lax mouth, thrusting deeply into her throat. He grinned evilly as the woman's large blue eyes half opened and she struggled in the desperate fight for air. Earl was frantic. Was this maniac going to kill her after all? The Whipmaster came at last into her throat, overflowing her warm mouth with thick creamy come that dropped in strings to her crotch where it mingled with the coagulating blood leaking from her slit. Rising, he let her limp body fall onto her back, unconscious again. Earl wrapped Leslie's slim form with a blanket he had brought, then carried the little woman to the small sally door of the castle. "How much for the two daughters? " He asked quietly. Sensing gold, the Whipmaster replied, "Fifty pieces for the young one, but five hundred for the one called June. She is the witch, and confessed as such." Leslie gave a small cry of despair. "I will pay, but Marie and June must be delivered up within the week, before they are murdered by the Witchfinder," Earl bargained. "For two hundred more, I will get them to you by Friday, but I cannot stop or interfere with the Witchfinder's tests, nor Milo's pleasures, for he is the Jailer. "Done" With a wave to the Whipmaster, the two figures disappeared into the darkness, slowly making their way to Earl's farm house, Earl carrying the blanket wrapped little form of Leslie down the rocky lane. Leslie was still only half consious from her trial at the hands of the Whipmaster, and as he walked, carrying the slim little figure of the battered woman, she talked disjointedly to Earl, who listened with growing horror, yet his cock was growing rigid with a peculiar excitement as he realized that Matthew Hopkins was a fraud, and probably a murderer as well. But most exciting was the fact of his torture of women.!