THE WITCHFINDER'S PRIZE

BY MOTORHOME MAN

The girls' parents had told them over and over again to keep away
from the castle. It was now three months since the latest girl to
go missing from the village had disappeared, and no trace had
ever been found of her. If she had been caught by a wild animal,
surely some evidence of her killing would have been found. But
none had ever come to light. Instead the rumours had started
again about the castle. For the past three years, children from
all the local villages had been disappearing. At first no one
suspected, it was normal for local wild animals like bears to
occasionally catch a young child and kill it for food. But for
three years the number of children disappearing had been far more
than normal.

About three years ago, in around 1615, a new lord of the castle
had been appointed. His duties included local law and order. This
included looking out for heretics, plus anyone suspected of
witchcraft. That particular part of the lower Rhine had
thankfully been free from the terrible witch-hunts that had
occurred in other areas. But the lord had always been a shadowy
figure, rarely seen. Instead his sergeants had administered local
justice. They too were sinister figures, rarely encountered but
brutal whenever they were called in on any local matters. Anyone
causing them any trouble was likely to end up in the local jails,
guilty or not. Public floggings, and the occasional execution,
were not unknown, and were usually staged to worry the local
peasants into accepting the situation that they found themselves
in without thinking of rebelling. It was sometimes the turn of a
young child to endure one of the public floggings, the sergeants
particularly enjoying the staging of a spectacle in which a young
boy or girl between the ages of five and ten would be publicly
stripped, spread-eagled totally naked and attached to an 'X'
cross in the village square, and flogged repeatedly across their
bare bodies. Sometimes several children would be treated in this
way at the same time in a particular village if there were any
obvious signs of dissent. Those children crying out in anguish at
this sight from the forcibly assembled local population would be
rounded up, similarly stripped totally naked and stretched
against whipping posts with their wrists tied high above their
heads. They would also then be publicly flogged, across their
bare backs and fronts. It was certainly not unknown for twenty or
more young children to be whipped in this way in a single
session. Rather than instilling any thoughts of rebellion, this
type of event had the effect of keeping the local inhabitants in
check.

The girl who had disappeared three months ago had been seven
years old. Her name was Sarah, and she had been a real beauty.
Pretty little angelic face, long blonde hair – a real stunner.
She had gone to the woods on the morning of her disappearance,
and never returned. A huge search had turned up nothing. And that
was when the rumours about the castle and its occupants again
started up. Was something strange going on? Were children being
abducted? And if so, why?

All the local children were told by their parents to keep well
away from the woods, and never to stray near to the castle. At
first these instructions had been rigidly kept to, but as time
went by many of the local children started ignoring them.

Anna and Mary's parents had told them so many times to keep away
that the two girls had eventually tired of the warnings. Two
amongst seven sisters, the two young girls were free spirits who
were always together. Anna was seven, and Mary barely nine. Both
were gorgeous. Young beautiful bodies, pretty angelic faces with
big blue eyes, and long honey-blonde hair. Anna's was down past
her waist, Mary's almost as long.

Several times the two children had ventured very close to the
castle. They had crept up to its huge forbidding walls through
the dense forest, where they thought no one could see them. The
sense of excitement for the two little girls was intense as they
got one day to within several feet of the outer wall. They had
then dared each other to rush from the bushes where they hid and
run up and touch the massive stone wall. Both had done so several
times. Little did they know what danger they had put themselves
in . .

And so it came to pass one day that the two young sisters
returned to the castle to try out their little game again. The
two little girls spent half an hour, running to the wall and
touching it, and then running back to the bushes. First Anna, and
then Mary. Their child bodies were hot and sweaty after this.
They paused for a few moments to lie down in a bed of soft moss
and rest. They were wearing simple peasant girl clothing,
comprising of simple smocks and dresses with leather sandals.
Beneath, each wore a loin cloth-like panty tied around their
little waists. Their smocks were dusty and sweaty after their
exertions.

Anna reached out to her beautiful sister and stroked her lovely
face. Mary gently pulled her to her and embraced the sensuous
little girl, planting a sloppy kiss on her sister's soft tender
child lips. The two embraced for several moments, enjoying the
togetherness of their little bodies. They had done this several
times before, and the last time several days before they had
adventurously pulled off their smocks and had cuddled partly
naked. Both had felt warm shivers pass through their immature
sweaty bodies as they tenderly fondled each other. This time they
went further, excitedly pulling off most of their clothes as they
wriggled around in their little nest, giggling at the feel of the
moss and lichen on their bare flesh. Practically naked, they
embraced again, their warm flesh together as they played at
kissing. As they kissed and fondled they both felt lovely
feelings aroused inside that they did not understand, but were
excited to feel.

After several minutes of this action the two girls realised that
they had been away a long time, they should start to go home.
Quickly but reluctantly they put their clothes back on, kissed
each other sweetly once more, and prepared to leave. Then, Mary
heard something. It began as a rustling in the bushes nearby, and
then grew. Both girls began to feel frightened. Suddenly the
warnings of their parents came into their minds. The two girls
realised that people were approaching, heading straight for where
they were lying.

Before the two children could get to their feet to run for their
lives, several men came crashing out of the bushes all around
them. The two girls screamed and tried to run. It was far, far
too late. Each girl was seized by a huge assailant. Mary was
brought crashing to the ground, while the man who had grabbed
Anna swung her round like a little rag doll and enveloped her in
his massive arms.

For several seconds the two girls fought wildly, screaming at the
top of their lungs for help. But none came. No one was around to
hear their terrified cries. Their fighting was totally useless.
Their assailants were seven in number, and each was a massive,
powerful soldier. All of them seemed well acquainted with what
they were doing. Both girls were easily overcome, their
resistance puny and utterly futile. The soldiers simply laughed
at the girls' pointless struggles.

The soldier holding down Mary then roughly pulled her to her
feet. Without hesitation one of the other soldiers lunged forward
and punched her fully in the belly. It was a huge 'thud'. The
wind was knocked totally out of the little girl, and she would
have doubled up if she had not been held in a vice-like grip.
Instead she instantly brought up most of her breakfast. The
soldier holding her gruffly turned her upside down and shook her
hard, causing her to spew more out onto the earth. The other
soldiers laughed.

Then it was Anna's turn. She was already terrified at the sight
of her sister being so roughly handled, and started to kick and
buck again. The result was the same – a soldier simply punched
her in the belly as she was held tightly. She was then punched
again, twice as hard, and dropped to the floor where she lay
writhing, doubled-up and screaming. She too lost control of her
belly and spewed out her breakfast.

The soldier who had punched her then seized a handful of her
lovely hair and roughly hauled her to her feet. The squealing
girl was then pulled roughly to a convenient tree. Several
lengths of very coarse rope were produced. One was looped over a
convenient branch. Unable to fight back, Anna's wrists were
seized, and roughly tied together with a free end of the rope.
They were tied painfully tightly. One of the soldiers pulled on
the other end of the rope and Anna's wrists were yanked over her
head. Within seconds she was hanging a few inches in the air,
suspended painfully by the wrists. Too terrified to fight back,
her ankles were also easily tied together with more of the
chafing rope. She hung hopelessly in the air.

Mary was faring no better. In a heap on the floor having been
sick, she too was seized by the hair. But she was simply forced
to kneel down facing her sister while her wrists were painfully
tied behind her back.

And so both little infants had been captured and were helpless.
One moment they had been carefree children, experiencing each
others' young bodies, the next they were captives of brutal
soldiers. Both began to sob uncontrollably. Why were they being
treated like this? What was going to happen to them?

It was Mary who started to beg first. "Please, Pleaseeeeee let us
go! We're only children. Pleaseeeeee!"

The soldiers ignored this plea. Instead most of them had turned
their attention to the hanging Anna. They leered menacingly at
the helpless girl. But the soldier who had punched both girls,
who seemed to be the leader of the men, was ready to start the
next phase. Swaggering over to the hanging child, he grabbed a
mop of her hair. Pulling her face close to his, he spat in her
face.

"You're mine, you little pig!" he exclaimed.

Mary gazed in horror. To stop her running away while the others
had turned their attention to Anna, one of the soldiers took some
of her long blonde hair in his fist. "Try to run, and you get
this" he growled, pulling a long dagger from a holster around his
waist, and holding it to the little girl's throat. Mary whimpered
and said nothing.

The lead soldier who had spat in Anna's face looked into her
terrified eyes with hatred. "Little heretics, calling up evil
spirits in the woods, showing off your naked little bodies to the
devil! You know what you deserve!" and again he spat at her. Anna
was horrified by his words, and started to plead. "B-but we're
not, we weren't doing anything, pleeeeese let us go, pleeeeeese!"
The soldier scowled darkly at her "Shut up, little witch! " he
growled, and struck her face with the back of his massive hand.
Anna squealed and was knocked backwards with the force of the
blow. She swung helplessly from her already aching wrists.
Rapidly and horrifyingly the realisation was growing on the
little girls that they had been watched during their little
games. Now they were thought to be witches, which was excuse
enough - if any were needed anyway - for them to be seized.

Eyeing up the swinging little seven-year-old, the soldier began
to lick his lips. He then seized the front of her smock. With a
cruel laugh he wrenched at the flimsy material. A tearing sound
and it came apart. Another pull and he ripped it completely from
her body. This left her hanging, topless. It exposed Anna's
beautiful body. Her infant flesh was a soft golden colour. Her
belly was a child's pot, pulled tight by her hanging attitude,
with a big, prominent belly-button. Her chest was flat as a
board, with two tiny pink nipples. Pulled taught because of her
hanging attitude, her ribs stuck out prominently beneath her
flesh. Several of the soldiers also began to slaver when they saw
her immature beauty. Anna screamed.

Not satisfied with making her half naked, the soldier then
grabbed the top of her simple little dress. This too was yanked
with force. It immediately gave with a loud rip, and fell to the
floor. Poor Anna now hung, clad in just her rough loin cloth, her
sandals having been lost in the struggle. She looked around with
panic in her eyes, first at the grinning soldiers, then at her
sister who was totally helpless to aid her.

The chief soldier was not yet satisfied. Taking a hold of her
loin cloth, he ripped it from her body. Anna screamed again, as
did Mary. Anna now hung, totally naked. All of her seven-year-old
torso was completely exposed. The ripping away of her loin cloth
had exposed her sex. A little child slit with puffy flesh on each
side, with not a hair was in sight.

Mary screamed again. This attracted the attention of several of
the soldiers back to her. Three of them headed for her.

"Oh my god, nooooo!" screeched the little girl. The soldier
holding her by the hair yanked her to her feet, keeping the blade
to her throat. She too was dragged to a tree. She was roughly
pushed against its trunk, so that she stood with her back and her
tied wrists against it.

"Stand with your legs wide apart!" growled one of them. Mary did
as she was told and inched her feet further apart around the tree
trunk, while the blade was held to her throat. Her ankles were
then tied with rope looped behind the base of the tree, to keep
her standing spread-eagled. Her hair was then seized and she was
bent double. Her wrists were untied but at once re-tied together
again above her head. She was then stood upright and the rope
hoisted high above her, pulling her wrists well over her head and
forcing her into an inverted 'Y' shape. Her wrists were pulled so
hard that she was stretched roughly up the bark, so that she was
soon barely supported on her tip-toes.

She was already whimpering as one of the soldiers seized her
smock and ripped it from her body. This made her topless like her
sister had been. It exposed her lovely nine-year-old body. She
still had something of a pot belly, but her chest was just
starting to have the merest hint of flat mounds. Her nipples were
large and pink. Her belly button was a big fleshy protrusion. Two
soldiers then grabbed her little dress and yanked it off in one
go. This left her standing, with her legs far apart, in just her
loin cloth. Her sandals had been lost in the vain struggling. Not
hesitating, one of them then seized her loin cloth and ripped it
away from her. She screamed as the cool air touched her. She was
totally naked. The soldiers stood back to admire and feast their
eyes on the banquet before them.

Mary was totally naked. Her soft virgin flesh looked golden and
magnificent in the light. Her long slender legs were obscenely
pulled apart, exposing her totally hairless cunt. It was a
perfect child slit, like her sister with puffy little mounds of
soft flesh on either side. By then all the soldiers had a massive
hard-on, from the sight of these sensational little girls bound
tightly and helpless, and from the anticipation of what was to
come next.

Both girls were sobbing and gasping for breath, terrified. It was
obvious that something awful was going to happen to them, they
had been brutally punched and were now stripped and tied. They
were roughly facing each other across the little clearing where
they had been seized, with the seven huge soldiers eyeing them up
menacingly.

Mary saw it first, and screamed. One of the soldiers drew from a
holder on his gaiters a mean-looking coiled whip. He unfurled it,
letting its two thin, evil-looking strands fall to the ground.
Each strand had several tiny knots near its end. At the same time
the soldier who had spat at Anna did the same, but his whip had
three long thin strands. Both girls groaned in horror.

The soldier near Mary positioned himself in front of her and
slightly to the side, so that his blows would strike her body
cleanly without contacting the tree. Mary screeched and braced
her child body, trying to turn away and make herself the smallest
target. The soldier tried a couple of practice strikes first,
letting the whip contact the earth, where it threw up dirt as it
contacted. This terrified the girl, knowing that it would next do
that to her body.

"This will prepare you for the tortures to come, little witch!"
growled the soldier. Staring right into her eyes with a look of
hatred on his face, the soldier let her have it. Swinging forward
with all his weight behind it, he sent the whip whooping through
the air towards her torso. The two strands caught her across her
belly, one just above her belly button and the other striking her
right across her fleshy belly button. Poor Mary screamed" AIEEEE
EEEEEEE EEEE EEEEEA RRRRR RRHH HHHH HHHHH HHHHHH!!"

Two thin red lines at once appeared across her pot. The air was
completely knocked out of her.

The soldier slightly repositioned himself, and sent the whip
crashing towards her a second time. This time the thin hard
strands caught her across her chest, the upper one cutting right
across her left nipple. The blow was so hard that it knocked her
upwards against the rough bark, causing her to cry out in pain
not just for the whip blows but for what the coarse bark did to
her bottom and shoulders.

The third blow hit her across her lower belly. The fourth again
hit her pot belly. This left eight big red stripes across her
pre-teen torso. Mary was screaming, wailing and sobbing at the
same time, her little body shaking with fear and pain.

While this was happening, Anna was screaming also. But not from
watching her sister being whipped. Instead, she was about to
receive the same treatment. But for her, it would be worse. As
she was hanging from a branch, there was free access all around
her body. Two of the soldiers glowering at her had also produced
vicious-looking whips. One had walked around behind her, the
other bore down on her from the front. The soldier at the front
spat in her face, the look of hatred in his eyes terrifying
further the shaking child. The soldier behind her seized her
lovely long hair, and wrapped it around one of her arms so that
it was out of the way. By doing that he had exposed the whole
length of her lovely back. Now all her child torso was exposed.
The little seven-year-old whimpered helplessly, and began to beg.

"Pleeeeese don't hurt me, I'm only a little girl, I don't mean
you any harm, pleeese!!" She was utterly horrified by the
response – spitting in her face again, the soldier growled "You
worthless little witch, I'm going to kill you!!" And then other
soldier – "You're both going to die in agony for your sins!!"

Anna screamed. The soldier walked several paces back from her
hanging, sweating body. Anna began breathing faster as her little
heart raced. She tried to brace herself, but it was no good at
all. From behind her, unseen, she heard the whooshing sound of a
whip in full flight. An instant later it caught her full across
the small of her back. The crack was so hard she was flung
forward, a spray of sweat flying off her body. "AAAIEEEEE EEEEE
EEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEE EEEEE!!!" Her shrill
scream pierced the air. The force of the blow arched her head
back, and so she didn't see the whip coming at her from the
front. The two cutting strands caught her full across her
immature belly. "AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!! AIEEEEE EEEEEEEEEE!!
AGGGGGGGG GGGGHH HHHHHHH!" The little girl screamed so loud the
soldiers glowering at her sister were momentarily distracted.
Again a spray of sweat flew off her as the whip found her body.
Her lovely flesh was soft and tender, and moist from the film of
sweat covering her. It caught the full force of the next blow
right above her sex slit, and before she could even start to
scream the next one from behind got her right across her shoulder
blades.

At the other end of the clearing, Mary was doing no better. After
receiving the first eight lashes across her nine-year-old body,
she was given the chance to see two further soldiers also
producing whips. The first soldier advanced menacing at her, and
spat at her. "You little pig, you're going to squeal in agony as
you die!!" and seized her crotch. Mary was close to passing out
and really had lost all sense of reality already. This was lucky
for her, because her little sister was enduring blow after blow
from the whips. Her hanging torso was being unmercilessly
flogged, from both back and front. The soldiers were sparing her
nothing, and deeply enjoying her torture. The helpless little
girl was thrashing around screaming, her child body being whipped
without mercy . "STOP!!" The words boomed out across the little
torture clearing. At once the soldiers ceased their sport, and as
quickly as they could came to a ragged form of erect attention.
Striding purposefully into the centre of the clearing was a tall,
handsome figure, clearly in complete authority over the soldiers.
Around 30 years old, he had an unmistakable air of authority that
none of the rough soldiers could muster. Gazing momentarily with
a look of contempt towards the leader of the soldiers, he first
strode over to Mary. Whimpering and quietly sobbing, the little
nine-year-old was still in her inverted 'Y' stance against the
tree, but her body was slick and shining with a film of sweat and
her head was lolled forward. Her lovely blonde hair was plastered
across her forehead. Her magnificent young torso was covered in
lash marks from the whipping that she had just received. The
handsome man carefully but purposefully took a mop of her hair in
his hand and yanked her head upward, so that he could look into
her face. The little girl continued to whimper, tears streaming
down her pretty little face from her baby blue eyes. "Mmmm",
murmured the man, and let go of her hair letting her head drop.

Then he strode over to where poor Anna was hanging. The naked
seven-year-old was hanging limply from her wrists, unconscious
from the flogging. Somewhere during the torture her bladder had
given up the uneven struggle and had let rip, leaving a pool of
mess on the hard ground below her toes. Her body was running with
sweat, and her back and front were both covered with prominent
welts from the flogging. Her long blonde hair had become unfurled
from her arm where it had been wrapped and it hung limply and
matted against her body, covering some of the worst of the
whip-marks.

"I prepared them good, didn't I!" leered the soldier in charge.
The handsome man swung around to him and spoke for the first
time, slowly but with authority "That's my job, the Witchfinder
will not be pleased if they are too badly handled before he gets
them. Now cut them down and get them inside before any of the
peasants find them", and with that he left the clearing, leaving
the soldiers grinning at each other, but disappointed that their
sport was ended - at least for now.

******

Mary in the Witchfinder's Castle

With the stranger on his way back to the castle gates, the
soldiers were left with the job of cutting down the two infant
girls, clearing up the torture scene, and manhandling the little
girls to their uncertain fate within the castle's walls. Before
they started to do this, however, they could not resist having a
few more swings of their bullwhips against the child torsos of
the two little girls to further 'prepare' them for what was to
come. Both infants therefore received several more lashes across
their naked bodies until the soldier in charge grunted "Better do
as he says, we'll get our hands on them again when the
Witchfinder's finished with them - if they're still alive by
then!!"

With that the soldiers began their task by - very reluctantly -
starting to pull down seven-year-old Anna. She was swinging by
her tied wrists full-length from the tree branch, her gorgeous
little child body criss-crossed with welts from the whipping by
the two soldiers. She was barely conscious, and it was an easy
job for the biggest of the soldiers to catch hold of her as she
was lowered down from her hanging position, throw her over his
shoulder like a small sack of potatoes, and head off in the
direction of the castle's entrance. Her ankles and wrists were
still tightly bound and so she could not try to escape, even if
she had been able to think of it. Nine-year-old Mary though was
still partly conscious, and started to vainly and very foolishly
struggle as she was untied from the tree trunk where she too had
been flogged. "Where are you taking us, leave us alone you
monsters, our sisters will . ." She was stopped in mid-sentence
by a very hefty punch to her belly. As she was almost untied she
sprawled onto the hard earth, squealing and doubled up writhing.
"Your sisters will what?" growled the soldier who had punched
her, "Come looking for us will they? Well, well, so you two are
sisters are you, you filthy little whores, having sex together
and showing your naked little bodies to the devil. And you've got
OTHER sisters too!" He noticed the look of excitement on the
faces of the other soldiers, there were obviously other little
girls involved here to round up and torture. "And your sisters
are little witches too, like you are, I'll wager!" he exclaimed.
"Well, you'd better tell us who they are and where we can find
them, so that their little bodies can feel the lash of the
bullwhip as well!!" Mary shrieked in terror at this. "Oh nooooo,
noooo I didn't mean it, we haven't any sisters" she insisted,
almost hysterical at the tho ught of her little sisters being in
the hands of these brutal soldiers.

She and Anna had five sisters. All were stunningly gorgeous like
them. Although two were slightly older than Mary, Belinda at
almost ten and Julie at almost eleven, three of them were younger
than seven-year-old Anna - drop-dead gorgeous Nicola at six,
pretty little Laura at five, and superb little nymph Sabrina at
four. The thought of the three youngest girls, particularly
Sabrina, ending up being brutalised in the way that she was
being, sent shivers up and down the terrified girl. She at once
wet herself. The horrible vision passed before her in which
sumptuous little four-year-old Sabrina was hanging from her
tightly bound wrists full-length naked like Anna had been moments
before, her sweating absolutely gorgeous four-year- old naked
baby-girl body being repeatedly flogged with bullwhips.

"Ha ha, your bladder betrays you, little witch!!", laughed the
soldier. He seized a mop of her hair and lifted her up off the
ground. Before she could do anything her wrists were quickly and
enthusiastically bound behind her back, and her ankles just as
quickly followed. "Now tell me, who are your sisters, how old are
they, and where might we have the pleasure to find them?" Mary
screeched in horror. "Pleeeeeeeese, I don't have any, I don't
know, pleeeeese!!" The soldier glanced at his glowering
colleagues and gave an evil laugh. "Never mind, there are many
men in that castle who enjoy 'playing' with little girls like you
two to get information, and we do too! You and your sister are
going to pay in agony and blood for your sins, and when you tell
us all about your sisters while we torture you, we'll go and
fetch them, and do the same to them!!" On hearing that Mary went
hysterical and began screaming at the top of her lungs.

She was finally silenced when her peasant loin cloth that had
been torn off her body earlier was forced into her mouth and
roughly tied in place there. No one apart from the leering
soldiers heard her frantic screams. Instead she was part carried,
part dragged to the castle entrance, which was nearby. The 'front
door' of the castle was actually a massive, impressive and
impenetrable wood structure protected when closed by a heavy
portcullis. It could only be reached across a drawbridge which
was usually in the up position, a deep water-filled ravine being
beneath it. While Mary was being dragged across the drawbridge
and through the castle's entrance, several soldiers stayed behind
in the clearing where the two girls had been captured, to clean
up the scene and await to see if anyone came to rescue the girls.
If anyone had showed up, they would either have been slain if
they had been adult, or captured and dragged into the castle if
they had turned ou t to be a child. No one came, and so the
soldiers looked for and found the leather sandals of the little
girls, which had been lost in the initial struggles when they
were caught. Their scattered, torn garments were also collected
up - the two girls would have no more use for them. The moisture
underneath where the two girls had wet themselves was also kicked
over with earth, and several tell-tale drips of blood were also
ground into the dirt. No trace could therefore ever be found of
the two little girls.

The heavy wood doors of the castle entrance slammed shut behind
Mary and she shuddered with terror. Now she and Anna were totally
at the mercy of their captors, and it was obvious that they were
going to be shown no mercy at all. Instead it looked like the two
little girls would be brutally tortured until they gave all the
information about their little sisters, who would then be rounded
up by the soldiers and brought to the castle to face unimaginable
horrors. In despair she looked about her. She had been dragged
into a large inner courtyard, in which there were several
soldiers. One she recognised as being the big brute who had
carried off Anna over his shoulder. There was no sign of Anna.
Instead there were several other soldiers that she did not
recognise, but all were remarkable in being huge, muscle-bound
individuals who looked like tough veterans of many wars - or
veterans of many torture sessions with little girls and boys.

Then she winced as she heard a whip tearing and whooping through
the air. It contacted with a loud, high-pitched 'slash' and was
followed by a scream. She partly swung round to see what was
happening, frightened that the next blow would land on her.
Instead she saw a tall rough wooden post about nine feet high
away to her left near the edge of the courtyard sticking bolt
upright from the stone ground. A taught rough rope extended down
from a heavy iron ring near its top and was tightly tied around a
pair of small wrists. The wrists belonged to a totally naked
little girl, who was stretched full length with her back to the
post. Her ankles were also tied tightly to another rope that was
equally as taught, and extended down to an ancient iron ring
sticking out at the base of the post. The little girl was thus
tied full length at full stretch, with the ropes at her wrists
and ankles tied very tight and fully taught. The whole of the
front of her torso was t otally exposed and defenceless. She
could not have been a day over six years of age, and could well
have been less. She had long brown hair that extended down past
her bottom. She was absolutely gorgeous, with a child's small
round pretty face, big sexy brown eyes that were filled with
tears, little upturned button nose, beautiful flat chest with
soft pink nipples, and an immature pot belly that was stretched
tight by her being tied so tightly. Her little body was covered
with sweat, which was literally running off her in rivulets. She
was trying to squirm the best way she could, but movement was
almost impossible. Before her stood an enormous soldier, stripped
completely naked, also covered in sweat. Mary gasped at his
manhood, which was enormous and erect. It must have been at least
twelve inches long. She had never seen anything like it. In his
right hand he was armed with a fearsome bullwhip, with a single
long tapering strand of tightly wrapped leather braids that were
hard and cracked, and surely perfect for use on child-soft flesh.
He had obviously tried it out on the infant girl several times
already. Her little belly and totally flat chest were
criss-crossed with some prominent and angry-looking welts. She
was sobbing and trying to look away. "Oh god" breathed Mary into
her loin cloth gag, and wondered if her poor seven-year-old
sister Anna was suffering a similar fate - or worse - somewhere
unseen. "They're new arrivals, just like you," explained the
soldier. "They've all been consorting with the devil, just like
you and your sister, so now we torture them for confessions and
the names of ALL their sisters, brothers and friends. Then we can
round up all those little children too, and bring them here for
some real justice!!", laughed the soldier as he manhandled Mary,
at which point he swung her around so that she could see the
other side of the courtyard.

Mary gasped again when her eyes met the sight in the direction
that she had been swung. On the opposite side of the courtyard
there were no less than five upright posts, each again nine feet
high, each one with a child victim tightly tied and pulled
full-length against it. Mary gazed along the line of the five
posts, fearful that one of the victims would be her
seven-year-old sister Anna. But Anna was not there. Instead,
there was just one little girl who she did not recognise, but the
other four posts had a sight that Mary had never seen before.
Because stretched full-length against four of the posts were four
totally naked little boys. Each was tied so that his bottom and
back were against his post, making the front of each boy totally
exposed. The little girl was tied in the same way to the middle
post of the five, with two boys on posts to each side of her. The
posts were set almost in a semi-circle, so that the victims could
see each other being tortured - obviou sly very useful if close
family relations were involved. The little girl looked to be
roughly the same age as the other little girl who was being
flogged on the other side of the courtyard, possibly five years
old. The little boys were hardly much older, although one of them
might just have reached seven. In front of one of the posts, a
naked soldier was standing, his enormous penis erect, a bullwhip
in his hand. All of the boys had obviously already received a
visit from the whip, as they had huge welts across their tummies
and chests. The little girl also looked as if she had been
whipped, possibly with a cat o'nine tails across her bare tummy
and flat girly chest. Mary, however, gazed transfixed at the
little penis of each little boy. She had certainly seen the
manhood of men and even little boys many times before, because
her village was very poor and many of the younger children would
often play without any clothes on or with only the slightest
amount of rough and poor clothing. But she had never seen
anything like this before. She was fascinated and then horrified
to see that each little boy's tiny penis was held tightly at its
base by a thin leather strap, almost as thin as wire, which was
coiled several times around each little tool. Each strap was
wrapped very tightly around the base of the penis, and
disappeared between the top of the legs of each boy. This was
making each boy have an erection all the time that he was being
flogged, much to the amusement of several other soldiers who were
watching the spectacle. Two of the boys had short sandy-coloured
hair, with trim immature bodies that were obviously a source of
delight to the soldier who was torturing them. He had clearly
already been giving one boy in particular a good going over, as
the little boy's belly and chest were covered and criss-crossed
by several more prominent red welts compared to the other
captives. Sweat was streaming off his little naked body. He was
sobbing and occasionally pleading. As Mary watched, transfixed,
the naked soldier coiled himself up and let fly with the
bullwhip. Its two devilish strands whooped through the air and
contacted the little boy's belly with a loud crack that went
right through him, causing him to cry out as sweat flew off his
body. Not content with this, the soldier then strode up to his
chosen little plaything. The little boy seemed to know what was
coming and braced himself and tried to look away. The soldier ran
a huge hand over the little boy's tortured front, apparently
caressing him. This seemed to make the soldier's penis even
larger. In particular he fondled around the boy's belly button,
and then pushed it hard with a huge finger. The little boy cried
out. By now he was breathing very fast, his immature chest rising
and falling in rapid succession. The soldier then reached behind
the back of the little boy in the gap between the small of the
boy's ba ck and the wood post, grabbed something and yanked hard.
He had evidently seized the end of the thin coiled leather strap
that was tightly wrapped around the base of the boy's little
penis, as this was yanked even more tight than it was already,
causing the boy to scream in agony. A stream of clear liquid shot
out of the end of his penis. The soldier growled at him "Come on,
you might as well confess, if you don't your little sister there
will suffer horrors you cant even imagine!" At that the little
girl on the centre post began to meow and whimper.

Mary felt like she was going to pass out. The soldier holding her
with a vice-like grip was by now tiring of this sport, and
dragged her away from the scene of the tortures across the
courtyard, leaving several of the tortured infants wailing and
screaming behind her. Actually the soldier had been having quite
a good time holding on to Mary's nine-year-old body, and had
enjoyed having his hands on her naked whipped flesh. He'd had his
left arm partly round her chest, his big left hand caressing
painfully her tiny immature right mound of a budding breast,
while his other arm was round her belly with his right hand
pushing in tightly on her bruised punched belly and around her
immature girl slit. Mary had tried vainly to struggle against
this vice-like grip but to no avail whatsoever. Instead the
soldier had succeeded in making her right nipple hard and erect
by kneading and painfully squeezing it. It had been caught by the
whip a couple of times when her bo dy was being lashed earlier
and was already painful.

In an instant the soldier dragged her through a huge stone
archway on the edge of the courtyard, and through an open heavy
wood door, into almost total darkness. The large wide hallway
that Mary found herself in was dimly lit with flickering torches
set high up its dark stone walls, and Mary's eyes took some time
to get accustomed to the comparative darkness. There were
apparently corridors and doorways leading off the hallway,
although it was difficult to make all of this out due to the
gloomy partial darkness. There were two things that she did take
notice of straight away, though, and one of them at once filled
her with dread. It was loud, pitiful screaming that was coming
from some way away apparently down a dark passageway. The screams
were obviously those of a little girl, and Mary at once feared
that it was her sister Anna being brutalised by some heartless
torturer.

"That could be your little sister, being well looked after!",
laughed the soldier, and dropped her to the stone floor. She fell
like a sack of coal, and lay writhing and whimpering on the cold
stonework, although glad to be out of the vice-like grasp of the
soldier. The other thing that she had noticed before being
dropped was that she was not the only youngster in the dimly-lit
hallway. Set in the gloom, attached high on the end wall of the
hallway facing her, to the side of the passageway where the
screams were coming from, was a large wooden 'X' shaped cross. At
the end of each of the cross's four arms was a heavy iron ring,
and a coarse piece of rope was tied to each ring. Tied at the
other end of the two upper ropes were tiny wrists, and tied at
the ends of the two lower ropes were tiny ankles. They belonged
to a little girl. She was totally spreadeagled, in an 'X' shape
like the cross that she was attached to, and was to tally naked.
She was six or seven years old, and was hanging painfully on her
wrists on the end of the ropes, only partly conscious. Her head
was lolled forward so Mary could not see her face, but it was
obviously not her sister Anna because the girl's hair was dark
and not as long as her sister's. Due to her spreadeagled
position, the little girl's legs were pulled well apart, exposing
her immature sex slit. Some gore and mess seemed to be dripping
from her loins, tell-tale signs that the little girl had
obviously been used for sex. Even though she was nine years old,
Mary was well aware of the 'birds and the bees', although she
herself had never experienced that type of thing - yet. She was
well aware that the men of her village would very often have sex
not just with the village's pre-teen and early teenage girls and
older women (although they certainly preferred the younger to the
older), but they would also have sex with the immature girls.
Sometimes girls as young as four or five would be their sexual
partners, but it was all willing and was certainly never frowned
upon. It was said by the girls who had experienced it, that it
was a nice experience. But in comparison the little girl on the
cross looked as if she had been well used by several unseen
torturers. Mary shuddered. Was this going to happen to her and
Anna? - brutal rape as well as heartless torture. The little girl
on the cross had a very prominent pot belly and completely flat
chest which was partly covered by her hair. Her hair appeared to
be matted and was partly wet with some sticky white liquid that
Mary did not understand. Some of this liquid was also oozing from
the little girl's mouth. Her legs were beautifully long and thin,
and she had a big fleshy belly button. Her immature body had a
number of welts across it obviously from a previous whipping, and
several thin and gleaming spikes seemed to be sticking out from
her fleshy bel ly button. Mary was horrified at the sight. The
little girl had obviously suffered some recent horrors and had
been put on the cross as a display item to terrify any hapless
new arrivals like herself. The soldier saw Mary screw her face up
at the sight of the tortured girl, and laughed, "Ha, ha, maybe
you will soon decorate a cross like that! But believe me, you'll
have gone through much more than that little wretch by the time
we've finished with you!!" Mary squealed.

At that point another figure approached. Mary saw his boots first
from her writhing position on the floor, and recognised them as
being those of the handsome stranger who had entered the clearing
earlier and put a stop to the flogging that she was receiving.
Before he had seized a mop of her hair and looked into her face
while she was tied to the tree, her head had been lolling forward
and she had noticed his fancy leather boots which she now
recognised. But any thoughts that this stranger might put in a
good word for her now were dashed immediately.

"Good, you've done well. Take her to my chambers and prepare her
on the stakes for my tortures to commence! I'll make sure that
she's good and ready for the Witchfinder to have his 'sport' with
her." Mary squealed and writhed when she heard this. "Well," said
the soldier - "she said something you might be interested in as I
cut her down from the tree. This one and the younger one that we
were flogging are sisters - yes, sisters! We caught them having
sex together, the filthy whores, and they're sisters! And they've
got other sisters too. She said so. They're all witches,
consorting with the devil. Showing off their little naked bodies
to the devil. I asked her where her sisters are but she wouldn't
tell me! We need to torture her and the other one that we brought
in to get all the details of their other sisters. We must go and
round them all up, bring them back here, flog their little
bodies, torture them all to death, slowly skewering them . ."
"Alright, alright", said the handsome man, "calm down, calm down,
I already know what you like doing to little witches! Well,
you've excelled yourself. All right, I'll tell the Witchfinder,
he'll probably let us 'play' with them a little while to get more
information out of them. Unless of course he wants to torture the
information out of them himself - then they'll really be in
trouble! I just came from his chambers. He's got four little boys
on the firehorses, tormenting one of them with a flesh-ripper"
"Oh god, I wish that I could see that" said the soldier, "I would
love to do that to the younger one of these two little whores,
her little body's great, she can't be more than seven."

While all this was going on, Mary was writhing on the floor and
screeching into her loin cloth gag with terror and despair. It
was true. Her little slip of the tongue when she was cut down
from the tree had put ALL her sisters in total jeopardy, now they
would all be rounded up by the brutal soldiers. Even beautiful
little Sabrina. PARTICULARLY beautiful little four-year-old
Sabrina! What would they do to her? Maybe she would end up on one
of the flogging posts in the castle's courtyard, tied and pulled
taught, her sensational naked four-year-old body running with
sweat, a huge naked soldier flogging her flat chest and pot belly
without mercy with a vicious bullwhip. Or perhaps she would be
tied on an 'X'- shape cross like the girl in the gloomy entrance
hallway, her tiny immature cunt having been raped many times and
needles inserted into her belly button. Or worse, the stranger
had just said about stakes in his own torture chamber, and
firehorses in the Witchfinder's torture chamber, what were they?
In despair Mary determined that she would try to hold out as long
as she could no matter how brutally they tortured her and Anna,
it might give Sabrina and the others time to run away before the
soldiers went looking for them.

Unfortunately for Mary, there were no thoughts at all of anyone
running away. In Mary and Anna's village, the two little girls
had already been missed for several hours. Someone had seen the
two of them that morning after breakfast, holding hands heading
for the forest together, and they had not yet returned. Their
mother was already mildly concerned of what might have happened,
but she was in no position to do anything. She was enormously
pregnant and about to produce yet another little girl (or
possibly twins). Unfortunately the father was unidentified, which
had caused Anna and Mary's father, who was also the father of the
other little girls in the family except for Sabrina, to pack up
and leave. And so although the disappearance of Mary and Anna had
been noted in the village, no one yet was particularly willing or
interested to go and look for them. Mary and Anna's sisters, on
the other hand, were very concerned. Belinda and Julie, the
eldest two, were sobbing and cuddling each other for comfort.
They too had shared some private and very interesting naked times
together in the forests, like their two missing sisters, but in
comparison they had gone all the way several times with their
lust and had delighted in some raw pre-teen lesbian incest
together. This seemed like an appropriate occasion to cuddle up
to each other again. The three younger girls were also crying.
Nicola, the bright little six-year-old, loved Anna very much, and
was so frightened of what might have come of her. Five-year-old
Laura was also upset, and had started to make a plan with Nicola.
If Anna and Mary did not return, they would slip away during the
night and search the forest by themselves. They felt sure that
they would find their two beloved sisters, maybe they were just
lost. This was despite all the warnings that the grown-ups kept
giving to the children of the village about the nearby woods and
forests, to keep away from them because of the wild animals in
them, or worse.

Little Sabrina also had a plan. The bright little button of a
four-year-old had overheard Anna and Mary giggling one day about
what they got up to together in the forest. It sounded really
exciting, the two little girls cavorting around in the bushes
playing with each other and landing wet kisses on each others'
lips. And the game sounded great, where they would go right up to
the big old castle, run out of the bushes and touch the wall of
the castle before running back into the bushes. Sabrina had been
excited by this story, and had incredibly foolishly decided to
try out that little game for herself. She felt sure that she
could find the bushes where Anna and Mary hid for their game, and
she wanted to do it herself. It would be a fantastic dare, and
anyway, what harm could come of it? Now that Anna and Mary were
missing, instead of being afraid of the castle, Sabrina decided
that her two sisters had been invited inside for drink and some
scrumptious food. She would go there and join them. Anyway
castles were romantic places, full of chivalrous knights and
their beautiful ladies. Little did the four-year-old know the
truth. Little, indeed, could she imagine the real truth. And
little could she possibly imagine what would eventually happen to
her within the walls of the 'romantic' castle.

******

Mary Tortured

Nightfall came, and there was still no sign of Mary and Anna. The
two girls were obviously missing, and everyone in their village
knew it. Perhaps wild animals in the forest had killed them for
food, tearing them to pieces and devouring their tender young
flesh. Or perhaps something many times worse had happened to
them. .

All the villagers were very poor, and lived in rough houses made
from wood and earth. There were about five hundred of them, of
which at least three hundred were children of ten and below. The
peasant menfolk were very lustful, and all the women of twelve
and over spent most if not all of their time producing yet more
children. Generally, there were many villages like that dotted
around the huge thick forests in that part of Europe during that
era, and there were also of course several fine Witchfinders'
castles.

In the hovel populated by Mary and Anna's family, all five
remaining sisters were worried for the two missing girls. Their
mother was much less concerned - if the two missing girls were
dead, then it meant two less mouths to feed. Anyway her husband
had now left due to the high old time that she had had several
months ago with a passing merchant. The child or children from
that liaison were about to be born any day, and she had no time
to be worrying after Mary and Anna. Although the menfolk of the
village knew about Mary and Anna's disappearance, they were less
than interested in helping their family out - now that the man of
the house had left, the family would have to be fed and looked
after by the rest of the village, and all the other villagers
were so poor that they had no food or clothing to give to them.
It was rumoured that in the morning some kind of search party
would go and hunt in the woods for the two girls. Rumours were
also starting to circulate about the castle. Did that forbidding
place have something to do with the little girls' disappearance?

By midnight the family had settled down to sleep. Mary and Anna's
mother was stretched out on a rough bed of straw, with little
four-year-old poppet Sabrina cuddled up to her. The woman was
massively pregnant and Sabrina was stroking her huge belly.
"There's more little girls in there like you" said the woman. She
roughly caressed little Sabrina's tiny immature virgin cunt,
taking the puffy fleshy mounds on each side of her baby slit
roughly between her fingers "Soon you'll have lots of little
girls of your own coming out of there, when the men have had
their play with you!" Sabrina cooed with excitement. In the
middle of the room, the eldest two sisters of the family, Julie
and Belinda were cuddled together. It was very dark in the single
room that passed in their home for a combined bedroom, living
room, and kitchen, and the two elder sisters were using the
darkness for quietly but lustfully kissing each other's wet
mouths. On the far side of the room, little Nicola and Laura were
also cuddled together kissing. But they had a plan. When the
others were asleep, they were going to slip away. They would
enter the forest, look for and find Mary and Anna, bring them
safely home, and then everyone would be proud of them.

Eventually it seemed like everyone was asleep. It was a warm
night and all the females were stark naked, except for shy little
barely six-year-old Nicola who preferred to wear a rough piece of
sacking as a night-dress. She and barely five- year-old Laura
started to get themselves up, their little hearts pounding with
excitement and anticipation for their adventure. But their mother
was not asleep. "Where are you going?" she barked. "J-Just to the
toilet" stammered the startled Nicola. "Well don't be long"
warned their mother. The little girls pulled on their leather
sandals and crept out of the room. In peasant villages, and
bigger towns at that time, going to the toilet meant heading for
specially dug putrid channels at the edge of the village that
were full of sewage and general gore. The two little girls crept
through the darkened streets of the village, their feet kicking
up dust from the rough ground that passed for a track between the
peasant huts. They rea ched the nearest foul-smelling ditch,
squatted on the muddy rim of it and relieved themselves. It was
very slippery and Nicola nearly fell in.

When they had finished they looked around them. It was a totally
dark night, with no moon to guide them. Then they heard a slight
rustling and realised that someone was approaching. A tiny form
loomed out of the darkness and it was not until the person was at
their side that they recognised it as one of their little
friends. The girl was called Emma and had celebrated her fifth
birthday a few days previously. Both sisters were very envious of
her. As a fifth birthday treat, Emma's father had spent most of
her birthday having sex with her, and had then handed her to
several of his friends to try out. Emma was very proud of her
accomplishments on that day and felt herself very grown up.
Because of this the two sisters made themselves very important by
announcing to her that they were just about to leave to find
their missing sisters Mary and Anna. Emma was very impressed and
wanted to come too. Nicola was none too happy about the idea but
eventually agreed, after all th ree little girls were safer than
two and it also meant another pair of eyes to look out for the
missing infants. Before leaving Emma relieved herself into the
foul-smelling ditch. Then the three little girls silently slipped
away into the bushes.

***

Miles away, in the Witchfinder's castle, much had already
happened to Mary and Anna. Poor nine-year-old Mary had spent a
lot of time writhing on the cold stone floor of the entrance
hallway where she had been dropped, listening to the soldier
excitedly saying that she and Anna would be tortured to give away
all the details about their sisters. She had been in despair,
imagining all kinds of horrors that would face her sisters when
they were rounded up and taken to the castle. In particular she
was terrified of what was going to happen to four-year-old
Sabrina if she was caught. Sabrina after all was a magnificent
child. Her fourth birthday had been just days before, and several
of the men in the village had been hoping for a birthday orgy -
with her as the prize - to celebrate the event. Their mother had
said no, which was another reason why her family was becoming
increasingly disliked in the village - and was another
explanation of why a search party of menfolk had not yet left the
village to look for Mary and Anna. Sabrina had been fathered by a
passing merchant from the Middle East who had passed through the
village one day on his way to the Witchfinder's castle. He had
spent several hours fucking the daylights out of the girls'
mother, and the result nine months later had been little Sabrina.
It was another reason why the father of the other girls had up
and left, having become tired of his wife's constant fucking with
any man that came along with a monster-sized penis. His leaving
had resulted in their mother and all the girls now being below
the breadline and totally dependant on charity. Because of the
exotic origins of her father, Sabrina appeared quite different to
the other sisters. Her lovely soft skin looked to be tanned and
her long flowing hair extended down to her knees and was very
dark brown and silky. Her face was pretty but mysterious, with
big brown eyes and the softest wettest lips you could imagine.
These just crie d out to be kissed wetly and voraciously. Her
body was absolutely exquisite. She had an enormous child's pot
belly, with the flattest chest imaginable and two pert little
pink nipples which were often erect and inviting. Because she,
like the other girls, received too little food her neat ribs
showed through her flesh. Her belly button was trim and round,
and stuck out in a little fleshy mound from her immature potted
belly. Her legs were super little child legs, trim but muscular,
with pretty little feet and toes. Her cunt was magnificent. It
was a fleshy triangle at the base of her child's pot belly with a
neat slit up its centre, and puffy fat flesh on each side of the
deep gash. In short, she was an absolute prize for anyone lucky
enough to get their hands on her.

Mary wet herself when images flashed through her mind of what was
going to happen to little Sabrina when she was captured. Her mind
kept going back to the references by the man with the fancy boots
about stakes in his torture chamber. She imagined four stakes
sticking up out of the floor of the torture chamber, set well
apart as if each was at the corner of an invisible square shape
drawn out on the floor. Rough cutting ropes were attached to each
stake. Stretched out on the ground within the 'square', lying on
her back stretched tight in a perfect X-shape with her tiny
wrists and ankles each tied by the ropes to one of the stakes,
would be Sabrina. The little four-year-old would be totally
naked, and lying in a pool of sweat and urine. Beneath the small
of her back would be a huge rough piece of log, solidly and
painfully arching her back and making her immature pot belly
stick right up in the air. The little girl would be screaming and
crying. Standing around her, t otally naked, would be four huge
soldiers. Each would have a massive erection, and would be eyeing
up the infant licking their licks. Each would be armed with a
bullwhip, and each would be taking it in turns to lash the
helpless little body of the four-year-old. Poor Sabrina would be
thrashing about as much as possible under the lashes to try to
escape the whips, but to no avail. Her immature torso would be
receiving lash after lash, the most horrifying being those that
land across her little infant cunt. Mary winced and cried as she
imagined these horrors. She knew that she and Anna had to hold
out under the cruellest tortures imaginable to avoid giving
anything away about Sabrina, otherwise she and all her other
little sisters would end up in the castle being brutally tortured
as witches.

With a wicked laugh, the man in the fancy boots leaned down to
where Mary was writhing on the ground and seized a mop of her
honey-blonde hair. "Come on little witch, its time for you to
tell us everything!!" Mary screamed. She was then partly dragged,
and partly carried along by the soldier who had brought her into
the castle, into the entrance to the corridor from which the
shrieks and screams that Mary had heard earlier had been coming.
The man in the fancy boots then headed off to tell the
Witchfinder about Mary and Anna, how they were sisters, and how
they had been consorting with the devil in the forest. He would
also tell that they have several other sisters too, all surely
witches, all needing to be rounded up, tortured into confessions,
and all slowly and horribly executed.

The soldier was excited to have Mary's whipped body in his grip
again. "I'm going to taste your flesh, and your blood, little
witch!" he bellowed into Mary's ear, causing her to shake even
more with terror. He dragged her down the gloomy corridor. About
half-way along its length he came to a heavy wood door in the
wall that was part open. As they were approaching it, an
unearthly scream could be heard from the room behind the door.
"You'll want to see this", he growled at Mary, "much worse than
this will soon be happening to you and your sisters!", and used
her frame to shove the door open.

The room was a dark, frightening, fully-equipped medieval torture
chamber. And it was certainly not the only one in the castle. In
fact, it was one of several at ground level. But there were many
others, all well underground, offering absolutely no hope of
escape whatsoever for their terrified infant victims. The room
that Mary's frightened eyes stared into was gloomy, dimly lit by
flickering torches set high on the walls and the glow from what
appeared to be small fires in metal structures with lots of rods
sticking out of them. The chamber was an absolute hell-hole for
its victims. Ropes and chains hung down the walls from iron rings
high up. From the high ceiling, unnoticeable in the almost
darkness, were other hanging ropes and chains. On two of the dark
stone walls were attached several 'X'-shaped wooden crosses and
crucifixion crosses. To one side was a beautifully-crafted rack,
massive, powerful, and totally forbidding. At the opposite side
of the chamber to th e rack was a large wooden wheel. There were
other wood structures too, some of which looked like saw-horses,
and little benches on which were piled many tools that had the
appearance of blacksmith's tools. The room stank with a mixture
of smells caused by urine, excreture, sweat, and a pronounced
smell of burnt flesh. The walls were heavily blood-stained, as
were some of the wooden structures - particularly the rack and
wheel. The chamber was populated by two torturers and their three
child victims. The torturers were enormous soldiers, totally
naked except for black hoods. They looked like executioners,
which was what in effect they were. They were huge and muscular,
each with a very big erection. One of them was blood-stained from
some recent adventure.

Mary winced with horror when her eyes momentarily strayed onto
the children who were receiving the attention of these two
brutes. Then she had to cringe and look away. Hanging from a rope
full length, totally naked in roughly the centre of the chamber
was a little boy. He was probably five or at most six years of
age. He was hanging upside down, his ankles securely bound by the
rope whose other end could not be seen as it disappeared up into
the gloom of the upper part of the chamber. His wrists were not
tied and his arms were hanging freely beneath him - although his
wrists had obviously been tied recently as they bore the marks
where rope had been securely tied around them. He was obviously
unconscious and overcome. He had short brown hair. A little
leather harness appeared to be attached very tightly around his
lower waist, and between his legs at his crotch, and it was very
securely holding his little penis which was erect. Mary was
horrified to see that driven in to his penis from each side were
three of four metal spikes. Two more spikes were driven into his
little belly button. His immature body was totally naked, covered
in sweat, and had been well lashed front and back. He was
obviously hanging as a potent sight to the other two children in
the torture chamber, so that they could see that he had suffered
and was probably going to suffer a lot more. The other two
children were both very young girls, and were presumably related
to or were friends of the little boy.

The first little girl was stretched over a wooden frame. The
frame was securely nailed to one of the stone walls. It was not
flat, but curved outwards from the wall in a semi-circle. It was
as if half a wheel was sticking out from the wall, and the little
girl was attached to its wide rim. She was securely tied to the
frame with coarse ropes at her wrists and ankles, so that she was
in an 'X'-shape. Because she was stretched around the curvature
of the frame, her back was painfully arched to its limit and all
the delicate front of her torso was exposed and accessible. She
was four-years-old, and had long dark hair. Mary gasped because
the girl looked a little like her baby sister Sabrina, and she
could not help but imagine Sabrina suffering on the frame in the
way that the little girl was. The infant was shrieking and crying
out for mercy. She was being attended to by one of the torturers,
who was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Because of the
painful arched sha pe that she was secured in, her little body
was covered with sweat, and there were pools of sweat, piss and
gore beneath her. The frame that she was attached to was also
heavily blood-stained, but this was presumably from other recent
inhabitants of the frame and not the little infant herself as the
soldier had not quite got around to that stage with her yet.
Instead he was amusing himself by examining the extremities of
her baby cunt with a metal rod which he was shoving in and out.
Eventually he realised that the rod had cooled off and he headed
back to one of the glowing fires for another one. This allowed
Mary to see all of the girl clearly. She was a gorgeous young
child, but her baby-soft flesh had obviously suffered several
floggings. She also seemed to have been scarred from several
other unseen happenings in the chamber. The soldier returned to
her with a glowing red-hot length of iron. The little girl began
thrashing about and screaming. The soldier responded by to
rmenting her. Firstly he held the glowing iron close to her face,
causing her to grimace and turn her head away in horror. Then he
held it closely to her right nipple, enough for her to feel the
immense heat that could be brought to her flesh at any second.
She tried to turn away but was too tightly bound. Then he held it
to her little belly button. She squealed. Finally he held it
close to her cunt, and barely brushed it against her soft flesh.
The girl let out an inhuman scream.

Satisfied that he had made his point, the soldier dropped the
still glowing rod to the ground, and seized a mop of her dark
hair. Spitting in her terrified face, he growled "Confess now,
you little wretch!!" "Nooooooo, aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
nooooooo", shrieked the little girl. "Very well, then your sister
will suffer again!" he warned, and turning away from her, nodded
to the other torturer. While he did so he held the head of the
little girl rigid in the right direction, so that she did not
miss the consequences of her latest failure to confess. Mary was
also swung around by the soldier holding her, so that she did not
miss anything. On the other side of the torture chamber, the
other torturer was ready. His victim was also mounted on a wood
frame attached to a wall, but this frame was bolt upright and not
curved. The little girl was slightly older than her sister,
possibly six although more like five years old. She was secured
against the frame upside down. She w as spread-eagled in an 'X'
shape, her little wrists and ankles securely tied with coarse
rope. Her weight was hanging on her ankles, but she was stretched
quite tightly against the frame and so her arms were pulled tight
as well. Her head was about three feet from the floor of the
chamber, allowing her long light brown hair to fall in cascades
to the floor and flow out on the floor for some distance. Her
hair would have been beautiful but for the fact that it was
matted with gore, and in places was full of the same white thick
liquid that had decorated the hair and face of the little girl
attached to the 'X' cross in the castle's entrance hallway. Her
body was also liberally splashed with the same stuff, in addition
to being covered with lash marks and the scars of other, much
worse brutality. She had a beautiful five-year-old's body, with a
big pot belly that was pulled partly tight due to her
tightly-tied predicament. Her ribs showed prominently below her
flesh. Her torso was covered with sweat, which was literally
running down her gorgeous body and dripping off her. On the floor
below her were puddles of sweat and urine that the extremities of
her lovely long hair were lying in.

The torturer menacingly approached her. She at once began
shrieking and begging for mercy. Mary's eyes suddenly went as
large as saucers when she saw that sticking upwards out of the
little girl's slit was a huge wide metal spike. The girl's legs
were wide open due to the 'X' shape that she was secured in, and
the spike must have gone in as far as it could into her soft pink
baby cunt. The spike's shaft had metal barbs sticking out of it
that must have been holding it firmly and painfully within the
infant's cunt. The upper end of the spike was dished out into a
bowl shape. In the torturer's hands were metal tongs that held
burning embers from one of the glowing fires. He carefully
dropped these into the bowl shape at the top of the spike, which
at once started to heat up. The girl screamed. A second visit
with another few glowing embers caused the bowl and then the
spike to start to glow. Eventually they glowed red, and the more
they glowed, the more the little girl' s shrieks became inhuman
and horrifying.

At the other side of the torture chamber, the torturer holding
the head of her little four-year-old sister growled at her
"Confess, or she dies in the fires of hell itself!". The infant
began screaming and sobbing, but the other torturer was already
well absorbed with the next stage and returned to the upside-down
girl with a red-hot poker. He waited for a few seconds to savour
the girl's helpless tortured screams, and then, laughing, applied
the glowing rod directly to the little girl's belly button. She
gave one final inhuman scream and mercifully - but unfortunately
for her only temporarily - lost consciousness.

The little four-year-old went crazy at the sight of her sister
being tortured like this, and urine started to spray from her
tiny pee-hole. But still she would not confess. "Very well, if
you won't confess, then its time for you to suffer again!"
screeched her torturer, who let go of her hair and angrily
marched to one of the glowing fires. He seized the first rod that
he came to that was sticking out of the fire, and headed back to
the hapless little girl. It was a glowing two-pronged brand.
Standing in front of the helpless infant, he placed his huge
right hand on her flat chest to hold her steady. She gazed at him
pleadingly and terrified. He laughed at her and spat in her face.
"You'll confess, no little girl has even disappointed me!". Then
he plunged the brand onto the right side of the girl just below
her armpit . . .

Still held in the vice-like grip of the soldier in the doorway,
Mary passed out on witnessing this horror, after once more
wetting herself.

***

At the same time, deep in the forest, little Nicola, Laura, and
Emma were searching for Mary and Anna. The three little girls had
no idea that Mary and Anna were prisoners in the Witchfinder's
castle, and simply thought that they would stumble across the two
missing girls in the woods and bring them safely home.
Unfortunately for the three little girls, the night was very
dark, and they had soon become lost. Nicola, the most senior of
them at just six years old, had taken the lead. Now they had no
idea where they were. Five-year-old Laura was especially scared,
and had to keep going into the bushes to relieve herself. In the
distance the girls heard the sound of wolves. Suddenly the three
became very frightened. They, and all the many other kids in the
village, had been warned over and over again not to stray into
the woods. They were full of wild animals who would kill little
children for food. Or much worse, there was the Witchfinder's
castle, and all the rumours about miss ing children . .

Because it was summer, the early dawn light soon started to
appear in the sky. The three little girls were weary from their
wanderings, and felt very lonely because they were lost.
Suddenly, through a gap in the trees, Emma caught a glimpse of a
stone wall. The three rushed to see what they had stumbled
across, and came out of the undergrowth to be confronted by the
sight of . . . the Witchfinder's castle! For a moment the three
little girls stood spellbound, as they looked up at the towering
walls before them. They had never seen this place before, and
could not believe how gloomy and forbidding the castle looked.
"Mommy told us always to keep away from here!" said Laura, a
tremor in her voice. "Come on, let's knock on the door and ask
them if they've seen Mary and Anna" announced Emma, trying to
sound important and unafraid. "No! we must run away from here!"
said Nicola wisely. The three girls turned to run back into the
bushes. They stopped, open-mouthed, as they a t once saw that
their way was blocked by . . . seven fearsome-looking soldiers!!

***

Mary awoke from her dead faint. She was uncomfortable and aching,
and all around her was gloomy. Then her attention was seized by
shrieking next to her. She at once realised with despair that she
was still in the torture chamber where she had passed out moments
before. Only now the soldier holding her was nowhere to be seen,
instead she was tightly bound and upside down. She was next to
the little girl who was also bound upside down in an 'X'-shape
and had the large glowing spike sticking out of her baby cunt.
The little girl was screaming and begging for mercy. Mary had
never been upside down before and felt sick and terrified. She
became horrified that she might fall, but she was tightly bound
in a perfect 'X'-shape on a wood frame identical to that holding
the tortured infant beside her. She was of course totally naked,
and all of her gorgeous barely nine- year-old body was available
and utterly defenceless.

Her attention was then taken by inhuman screaming that was coming
from the centre of the torture chamber. The little boy who was
hanging by his ankles had regained consciousness, and had at once
been leapt upon by one of the torturers. To make life interesting
for him, the torturer had taken a glowing spike from one of the
fires, and had held it close enough to the little boy's penis for
him to be terrified. Then, with the other torturer holding the
little boy's lovely young lithe body to stop him from swinging
away, the hot spike had been used to heat up the metal shards
that had previously been rammed into the little boy's rigidly
held erect penis. The boy had gone crazy, and his inhuman
screaming had been met with cries of derision and laughter from
the two torturers. "You'll never be able to have sex with these
two little witches again!!" cried one of the torturers. The two
little girls, who were witnessing the torture of the little boy,
screeched and wailed in ho rror as their little friend was
brutalised.

Mary could hold on no longer, and was violently sick. Her loin
cloth gag had been ripped out of her mouth while she was being
mounted on the frame while unconscious. Now she could scream at
the top of her lungs, because for her captors there was no danger
that anyone could ever possibly now come to her aid. The puke and
gore from the depths of her belly flowed out of her mouth and
down her face and into her eyes. It made its way down her lovely
long hair towards the floor. She snorted and gasped as it went
into her nose. This attracted the attention of the two torturers,
who had been having fun torturing the other infants. "Well, well,
the little witch is awake!" cried one of them, and swaggered over
to Mary. She cringed and began to sob, pleading "Pleeesssee,
don't hurt me, I've done nothing wrong, let me go!" The torturer
laughed, and struck her across her face with the back of his
hand. "You little wretch!", he growled, "you'll never leave here
alive!! Confess now, and we'll slowly torture you to death! Hold
out, and we'll torture you for days on end until you confess -
and then we'll slowly torture you to death!!" "Oh my god,
nooooooo!!" screamed Mary, "nooooo, pleeease let me go!" and she
began to scream at the top of her lungs. The torturer seized her
immature cunt, and began roughly rubbing her there. "Aieeeeeeee!"
screamed Mary, who had not been felt there before by a man prior
to that day. "Of course", went on the torturer, "we have reasons
to torture you anyway, 'cause you're going to tell us all about
your little sisters!!" Mary was immediately sick again.

At that point the soldier who had originally dragged her into the
castle appeared once more. This time, though, he was naked. He
was huge and muscular, and had the eager look on his face that
commonly belongs to a large muscular soldier who was about to
torture a powerless innocent child. He eyed up the helpless,
sick- stained young girl, and his penis began to swell. Mary
shuddered, she knew that he meant her only harm. "Sorry boys", he
grunted, "we've only got a few minutes to play with her, the
Witchfinder wants to question her himself!" "The poor little
wretch", laughed sarcastically one of the torturers, "she'll die
in agony". The soldier continued "Seems that her young sister's
already in the Witchfinder's chambers". Mary started. This was
the first word that she had heard of her sister Anna, who had
been captured with her, since she had seen Anna being taken to
the castle over the shoulder of one of the soldiers. "Ha ha!"
laughed the other torturer, "she'll be a pretty sight by now!
She'll have gone through gruesome tortures at his hands, I'll
wager that he's ripped off some of her flesh and raped her
senseless!!" "Oh my god", thought Mary as her mind raced,
"nooooo, he can't have done that to her, she's so beautiful and
innocent" She momentarily remembered the flogging that
seven-year-old Anna had received at the hands of the soldiers in
the forest after the two sisters had been captured. The helpless
little girl had been stripped naked, hung by her wrists from a
tree, and her beautiful infant body had been flogged front and
back with bullwhips by two soldiers. Now she was a prisoner in
the Witchfinder's chambers. Was she already dead, or dying in
horrific agony?

Mary's attention was brought back to her own hopeless predicament
when she felt something sharp being run across her belly. It was
the point of a razor-sharp knife, and she screamed as it cut
through her belly button. Then the point of the knife was used to
push between the puffy lips of her virgin cunt. At once it
started to be pushed inside. Mary shrieked and shook with terror.
She correctly guessed that she was about to be tortured, and she
knew only too well that she could not possibly hope to hold out
under the agony of torture to prevent herself from giving away
all the secrets about her little sisters. The soldier laughed as
she whimpered "We'll have some fun with you, then the
Witchfinder'll introduce you to his chambers! Many little girls
and boys have suffered horrors in there that you couldn't
imagine!" "But you'll soon experience 'em!!" laughed the nearest
torturer as he waved his erect penis in front of Mary's face.
"Time for you to have some nouris hment!" he exclaimed. The naked
soldier seized Mary's face and forced open her mouth. Before she
could do anything the torturer thrust his throbbing cock into her
soft wet mouth. It was so huge and went in so far that Mary could
not do anything about biting it, although she was too terrified
to even think of fighting back. Her jaw was forced open as wide
as it could be by the huge cock. Realising that he had entered a
deep wet orifice, the torturer began thrusting manfully. Poor
Mary's head was violently forced up and down as he firmly fucked
her face. Then she felt something large being thrust between her
legs. She tried to scream as she felt the unseen object buried
firmly into her little cunt. She had never had anything pushed
into her cunt before, but she could do nothing at all to resist.
The torturer's thrusts into her throat became more and more
violent, and his cries deeper, until suddenly he orgasmed into
her. What seemed like gallons of hot cum squirted deep into M
ary's throat. She choked and tried to resist but it was
impossible. She tried to shake her infant torso away from this
onslaught into her body, but she was too tightly bound. The rape
seemed to go on forever, but eventually the torturer's orgasm
ended and he reluctantly but slowly pulled his cock out of her
throat. Mary gasped and choked as warm sticky white liquid spewed
out of her mouth and down her face into her nose and onto her
hair. It felt like her belly was full of the stuff. She cried out
and began sobbing uncontrollably. u "Pleeeeessssseeeee leave
meeee alone, pleeeeesseeee . .!" she screeched and begged. At
that moment her attention was brought back to whatever it was
that had been inserted into her cunt. The soldier seemed to be
unscrewing something and then Mary felt whatever it was growing
in size inside her child orifice. It was a metal pear, the feared
medieval torture instrument that was much used in the cunts and
back passages of countless infant girls to ope n them up and make
their little child orifices much more easily penetrated by a huge
throbbing penis - or a red-hot poker or two. By unscrewing the
top of the pear that he has inserted into Mary's cunt while she
was being face-raped, the soldier opened out the fearsome metal
structure inside the little girl, ripping her baby cunt open and
causing her to scream like she had never screamed in her life
before. Sweat was now running down her little nine-year-old body
and dripping into puddles on the stone floor beneath her. What
was worse, her infant cunt felt like it was being ripped apart,
and a soup of blood, gruel and urine began trickling down her
belly. The soldier deliberately opened the pear as slowly as
possible, to allow Mary to savour the torture for as long as
possible. Eventually the pear was fully open inside her, and she
passed out once more.

After that her mind was a blur. Some time later she could
remember being unceremoniously pulled off the frame that she had
been attached to, her wrists very roughly bound behind her back
with coarse rope and her ankles similarly bound, and then she was
dragged semi-conscious out of the torture chamber by her hair.
While she was being dragged along the hard stone floor she
momentarily noticed the little boy who had been hanging by his
ankles. He had been cut down from his hanging position, but his
tortures had not ended by any means. Instead, he had been roughly
tied to one of the saw horses so that his belly was along the top
of the saw horse. His legs were pulled wide apart, and his ankles
were tied to the feet of the saw horse at each of its ends so
that his legs were wide apart. This had totally exposed his anus
for manly rape. His wrists were similarly tied to the base of the
front legs of the saw horse. This left his gorgeous naked infant
body beautifully exposed for more torture, or whatever else the
torturers fancied. One of the two torturers was standing at his
head, and had his large erect penis buried deep into the little
boy's throat. At the other end, the other torturer had his
similarly erect cock rammed in as far as it would go into the
boy's anus. Both were thrusting firmly into the little boy, who
was thus being raped at both ends. To add to his discomfort, a
third torturer who Mary had not seen before was flogging the
boy's totally exposed back with a bullwhip as the other two raped
him. As Mary was dragged along, the torturer whose cock was being
rammed as far as it would go into the boy's bowls let go with a
screaming orgasm, filling the little boy's rear love tunnel with
squirt after squirt of hot cum. Seconds after that the torturer
with his cock in the boy's mouth similarly massively orgasmed,
filling the little boy's belly with nourishing squirts of jism.

***

Outside the Witchfinder's castle, the three little girls Nicola,
Laura, and Emma, who had foolishly been looking for Mary and Anna
in the woods, had been confronted by soldiers in the pay of the
Witchfinder. The three has intended to flee into the thick forest
after coming across the castle, but they had found their way
blocked by the seven soldiers. For a moment the three girls had
frozen at the sight of the soldiers, as terror gripped each of
them. "Well, well, what have we here?" grinned the leader of the
soldiers, as all seven of the soldiers eyed up the little girls
and began to salivate in anticipation. Both Laura and Emma were
naked except for their rough sandals, only Nicola was wearing
clothes in the form of her rough little night-dress. "Looks like
we've found three little Witches!!" growled one of the soldiers,
"Two of them are naked, they've been having sex with the Devil!"
"Noooo, nooo its not true" protested Nicola as she began to shake
with fear, the soldier ha d sounded very menacing. "We . . .we're
looking for our sisters, they're lost in the woods" . "Well,
well", said the leader, "then you must come with us into the
castle and tell us all about your sisters". "Oh, no thank you"
said Nicola, trying to sound polite and firm, but with her little
child's voice trembling. "We'll just go back into the forest".
"No, I don't think so!" growled the leader of the soldiers. At
that Emma screamed "RUN!" and the three little girls scattered.
But it was far too late.

Emma managed only three paces before she was brought crashing to
the ground by one of the soldiers. This knocked the wind out of
her and in an instant, before she could start to struggle, her
little wrists were bound tightly and painfully behind her back.
Nicola managed just two paces before two of the soldiers seized
her and flattened her. She too had her wrists bound tightly. She
tried to kick out but her ankles were soon tied as well, as were
little Emma's. Poor little Laura had frozen to the spot and
hardly moved at all. She was simply wrestled to the ground by the
leader of the soldiers. At once he began roughly fondling and
exploring her little five-year-old naked body. Laura squealed and
tried to hit out. The soldier gruffly seized a mop of her lovely
long honey-blonde hair and dragged her to her feet. "Let's start
on this one right now!!" he exclaimed. "Yes, yes" cried the other
soldiers. He dragged Laura over to where two trees were
conveniently set apart. T wo of the soldiers had already started
tying ropes around their trunks, two low down, two high up.
Little Laura began whimpering and crying out for help. But there
was nothing that Nicola or Emma could do to help her. Instead
they instinctively started screeching and wailing, begging the
soldiers not to hurt the little infant. A hard slap across
Laura's face momentarily stunned her, and her arms were seized by
the soldiers. In an instant, one of her tiny wrists was tied
tightly and very painfully to one of the ropes high up on one of
the trees, while the other was tied similarly to the other tree.
This bound the little girl into a 'Y' shape stretched between the
two trees, but at almost the same instant her ankles were seized.
These were unceremoniously tied to the ropes low down on the
trees, so that poor little Laura was pulled off the ground into a
perfect 'X' shape between the two trees. There she hung, tightly
and painfully bound and crying before the leering soldiers.
Indeed, the soldiers were obviously well-practised in this art
form, the whole operation took just a matter of seconds. Then
they stood back to admire their handiwork. The little girl was
totally helpless, crying with tears streaming down her face,
fearful of what was to come.

All the soldiers by this time had a huge hard-on, and several
were starting to remove their clothes. "Oh my god" thought little
Emma, her mind racing, "what are they going to do to us?". It was
no wonder that the soldiers were getting ready for some sport.
Little Laura was a gorgeous child. Officially she was five years
old, but because the girls' mother tended to sleep around and
become pregnant more often than not, no one had really been
counting and Laura could just have easily have been just four.
Either way she was fabulous little baby-girl, with long honey-
blonde hair that stretched down to her pert little bottom. She
was less than four feet tall, but every inch of her was
magnificent. Her little baby-like face was very pretty and round
with big brown eyes. Her little lips called out to be voraciously
snogged. Her body was utter perfection. She had a faultless big
baby pot-belly, with a neat round belly-button. Her chest was
totally flat, with two little pert pi nkish-brown nipples. Her
ribs were pulled taught by her hanging predicament and showed
prominently through her soft baby flesh. Her arms were long and
slender with hardly any muscle showing, and were pulled straight
and taught as she hung from the ropes. Her little legs were long
but child-like, with her beautiful tiny feet thrashing about as
she tried to find a comfortable position. Her little body was
glistening with sweat, which was starting to run down her
fantastic baby torso with fear and the effort of trying to
struggle against her helpless predicament.

The soldiers stood back and admired the sight. All were by now
totally naked. And all had produced fearsome-looking whips. Poor
little Laura saw them and screamed. Nicola began pleading
desperately for her little sister, but her pleas were simply met
by one of the soldiers striding over to her where she lay
grovelling on the ground. Taking careful aim he kicked her hard
in her belly. Nicola grunted and doubled up. Seconds later she
started puking up the contents of her stomach all over the hard
dusty soil.

Now it was time for Laura to suffer. The leader of the soldiers
strode in front of her, while one of his comrades went behind
her. The soldier behind Laura noticed at once her flowing long
hair. Seizing it, he wrenched her head back and growled at her
"We're going to make you suffer, you little Witch!!". Laura
screamed. Then he pulled her mop of blonde hair up and out of the
way, and wrapped it around her throat. This exposed the whole of
her lovely curved back to him, a perfect target for his bullwhip.
To begin with, though, he shoved the handle end of the whip
against the nape of her neck, and then roughly ran it down her
perfectly- curved spine before shoving it into the crack between
her bottom cheeks. He then rubbed it firmly several times against
her little virgin anus. The tiny opening was puckered and totally
inviting, and the soldier imagined driving his erect penis into
it right up to the hilt. With the firm rubbing against her anus,
at once Laura could feel her bowl contract and she wanted
desperately to go to the toilet. It was as much as could do to
hold on to stop a full load from flirting out all over the
soldier. Immensely enjoying the moment, the soldier then pushed
the handle of the whip up between Laura's obscenely outstretched
legs, and rubbed it firmly against the short extremity of soft
flesh between her anus and cunt opening. He then gave both her
cunt and her anus another good firm rub with the end of the
whip's handle. This was too much for poor Laura, who could feel
her bowl massively contract as her little anus was again firmly
caressed. Suddenly it gave way and a soup of mess and diaorreah
sprayed out of her rear love tunnel. The soldier saw what was
coming and just got out of the way in time. The other soldiers
laughed as Laura wailed.

The leader of the soldiers then strode up to Laura and spat in
her face. "You little Witch" he growled, "this is for you!!!"
Then, taking several strides back from her hanging, sweating,
trembling little body, he coiled himself up and unleashed the
bullwhip. The whip was a vicious, long single strand of coiled
hard leather that had already been used to flog the daylights out
of countless hapless little infant boys and girls. Although
Laura's totally defenceless infant girl torso presented a small
target, all the soldiers were well practised in the art of
flogging little children. This soldier was no exception, and the
whip whooped through the air at supersonic speed and contacted
the tiny child right across her pot-belly. It slashed home with a
fearsome 'crack' that would have knocked Laura thirty feet into
the forest if she had not been so securely bound. Instead it
continued its murderous path by wrapping itself around her body
twice, before the soldier pulled it ha rd and it uncoiled by
ripping her flesh. Totally winded, Laura nevertheless screamed
the scream of the damned and almost passed out. The whip had
carved a horrific and bloody path round her body but she had no
time to recover. From behind came another whooping noise,
followed an instant later by the whip of the soldier behind her
contacting her bare back. He caught her right across the small of
her back, and poor Laura jerked forward with her body arched as
her head was knocked back and she screamed helplessly. This put
her body in the perfect position to receive the next blow from
the front. Again the long whip caught her perfectly, this time a
little higher up her infant body. It slashed her perfectly across
her rib cage, sending sweat flying into the air. Poor little
Laura's bladder failed her at that point, and urine started
spraying out of her little pee-hole. This did not stop the
flogging though, as the next blow landed across her lower back on
the hard bone just abov e her bottom. At exactly the same time
the next one from the front also arrived, again across her pot.
With the shortest of intermissions, the next lash landed
diagonally across her back, while another massive blow hit her
from the front. This one landed neatly against her chest, tearing
her left nipple.

Nicola watched the whole violent spectacle of the flogging while
writhing on the hard ground. On the other hand little Emma was
trying to look away, crying and babbling incoherently. Nicola
knew that she had to do something fast otherwise her little
sister was going to be flayed alive. Already there were several
bloody wounds across Laura's body, and by the wicked laughter
from the soldiers it looked like they were not going to stop. She
started screaming for help at the top of her lungs. She knew that
it was futile to hope that anyone would come to help the little
girls, but at least her demented cries might distract the
soldiers away from Laura. Instead all she achieved was to cause
two of the soldiers, who had been standing to one side doing
nothing other than watching the flogging, to come over to her
while the brutal beating of Laura continued unabated.

One of the two soldiers dragged Nicola to her feet by seizing her
hair and yanking her hard off the ground. Nicola screamed but
could do nothing. "Its time for you to join the party!!"
exclaimed one of the soldiers.

******

The Torment of Nicola and Laura

Even though she was only five or more likely but four years old,
Laura was a strong little child. This was a very bad thing for
her, because it meant that she had not yet lost consciousness
during the brutal lashing that she was receiving. Instead she
hung, hopelessly spread-eagled between the two trees, while
merciless blow after slashing blow landed onto her beautiful
naked infant body. She felt every violent lash go right through
her, and screamed or squealed as the blows struck home. Soon
drips of blood were landing on the barren ground beneath her, to
lie with the pools of urine, sweat and diarrhoea that her little
child body had already given up to the forest while she was being
tortured.

Poor little Nicola, her fabulous little six-year-old sister, was
about to undergo the same fate. But although the soldier who had
roughly picked her up off the ground by her hair had every
intention of hanging her between two trees by her wrists and
ankles and flogging her like Laura to almost certain death,
before that he fancied having her little child love tunnels as
well. So gorgeous Nicola was dragged to the nearest mound. This
turned out to be a large and very suitably curved slab of rock.
She was flung down onto it, and some of the other soldiers helped
him to pull her arms and legs out after her rope bonds had been
cut. Stakes were driven into the ground and her wrists and ankles
were tied with very rough rope to them, so that she was
spread-eagled in a perfect 'X'-shape. Her head hung over the far
end of the rock which was perfect for her to have a large penis
buried into her mouth and deep down into her throat, and her legs
were pulled agonisingly wide open exposing her six-year-old cunt
for rape and torture. Nicola tried to struggle as much as she
could but it was no good, the soldiers were all immensely strong
and easily over-powered her feeble attempts to resist.

Instead she lay spread out on the har rock. The face of the rack
was curved and so little Nicola was curved around it, her back
slightly arched and her pert little pot belly stuck out
prominently. Her exquisite six-year-old infant body was
glistening with sweat. It was already starting to drip off her
soft flesh onto the stone that she was so roughly attached to.
Her heart was pounding out of control and her little flat chest
was heaving as she struggled for breath. Her long glorious
honey-blonde hair was lying in all directions, and she gazed in
terror at her captors with her beautiful baby-blue eyes. She
could see that all the men standing around her were huge, naked
warriors. Each had an enormous, erect penis that was just ready
to mercilessly assault her exquisite helpless body. Two had armed
themselves with fearsome-looking bullwhips, of the type that was
being used to flay her little sister to death. Two of the others
had large, razor-sharp knives. What were they going to do with
those? The fifth soldier was armed with an horrific instrument
that had several barbed hooks at its end. Nicola was terrified by
the sight of it, surely it was not going to be used to rip open
her flesh and tear it from her bones. The thoughts crashed
through her dazed mind that she was going to be slaughtered,
slowly and horribly slain in a bloodbath while her little sister
was flogged to death before her.

In fact Nicola was totally correct in her fears. Normally, most
of the soldiers who were in the pay of the local Witchfinder
carried out their tasks dutifully. They would round up little
children suspected of Witchcraft or other unnatural acts, and
after having some fun of their own with them, they would normally
hand over their hapless captives to the Witchfinder or his
lieutenants. However, the seven soldiers who had captured Laura,
Nicola and Emma, were renegades who were much happier taking the
children that they caught for their own brand of justice and
sport. Few if any of the children that they arrested would ever
find their way into the hands of the Witchfinder, the seven
soldiers would instead keep them so that many would meet
lingering and agonising deaths after being raped and tortured out
of their minds. Without doubt the three little girls were about
to endure a fate worse than death at the hands of these seven
brutes.

Fortunately for the little girls, however, fate intervened to
save them at least for the present. The sight of little Nicola
spread-eagled on the rock, with her virgin six- year-old cunt
totally defenceless and inviting for violent sex, drove several
of the soldiers over the edge. One of the soldiers with a whip
fell onto the little girl and rammed the hard leather handle of
the whip firmly into her little cunt. Nicola arched her back and
screamed as blood splattered the soldier when he wrenched the
whip handle out of her. Luckily, however, the blood acted as a
lubricant because seconds later an enormous erect penis was
rammed in as far as it would go into her defenceless love tunnel.
The writhing, screaming little girl beneath him was enough to
give the first soldier a massive orgasm, which he shared with the
little girl by filling her tiny cunt with his cum. Nicola was
then violently raped in turn by the other four soldiers. She had
little time for sobbing, because the first soldier quickly made
his way round to her head. Seizing her lower jaw with one of his
massive hands to force her little mouth open and almost crushing
it into pieces, he exclaimed "Bite on me and I'll cut your
throat!!" He then rammed his still-erect penis as far down her
throat as it would go. Nicola thought that it was going to go
down as far as her tummy, and soon her stomach was being filled
with squirts of cum.

Nicola had originally hoped that her actions in drawing attention
onto herself would stop the violent flogging that her little
sister Laura was receiving. But the brutal lashing of Laura had
carried on unabated. It looked as if she was going to be flayed
alive, and the two soldiers who were flogging her had no
intention of stopping. However, after the helpless naked wretch
had received over thirty lashes across her front, and a similar
number across her back, the two soldiers were distracted by the
commotion that was surrounding little Nicola. "Let's try her out
for size!" gruffly exclaimed one of the two, and they broke off
from flogging Laura to relieve their lust on little Nicola. Laura
was left to hang semi-conscious, her mind in a daze but relieved
that the flogging of her baby body had temporarily ceased - but
she was in agony from her hanging position, and the many lashes
that her little infant body had received. The two soldiers who
had been flogging her, subsequently raped Nicola without mercy.
The beautiful little six-year-old was left lying spread out on
the rock sobbing and semi-conscious, her naked body glistening
with sweat and a river of gore, blood and cum running from her
tortured ripped-open cunt. Her pretty little face was covered
with splashes of cum, and her lovely long hair was matted with
sweat and cum. She had been raped repeatedly by all seven of the
soldiers, who were well pleased with their work. But for her,
this was only the start of the horror. At that point, all seven
of the soldiers turned their attention back to Laura . . .

***

In the depths of the Witchfinder's castle, poor little Mary was
in deep trouble. She had previously undergone some initial
tortures in the torture chamber where two little girls and a
little boy were already being tortured and used for sex. She had
been fastened upside-down spread-eagled, and a metal pear had
been inserted into her nine-year-old cunt. She had witnessed
brutality shown to the little children who were also in the
torture chamber, and had been sick at the violence around her.
She had been dragged out of the torture chamber to await a fate
far worse than death just as the little boy was being raped in
his anus and mouth by two burly torturers. After that she had
lost consciousness.

Several hours later she had part awoken from her stupor. She was
in partial darkness, and in an incredibly uncomfortable position.
Her little wrists were tied tightly together with stout coarse
rope, and were held high above her head - the rope extended
upwards from her little wrists into the gloom and was obviously
attached somewhere unseen high up above the little girl. Her
ankles were shackled together with rusty jagged iron rings that
had cut deep into her flesh. Heavy chains ran from the shackles
to a rusty iron ring in the cold stone floor nearby. She was thus
partially lifted up due to her wrists being held above her, but
her lower legs and ankles were trailed on the cold stone ground
where she was firmly attached. This made any kind of movement
difficult and painful, and any thought of escape was totally
impossible.

Mary at once began to sob. She was very uncomfortable due to the
position that she was in, but in any case her little cunt was on
fire from the metal pear that had been agonisingly opened out
inside it earlier. She felt that she needed to go to the toilet
and looked around her in growing despair for some means to
relieve her predicament. She was in a gloomy half light in what
appeared to be a smallish room, which had heavy stone walls. Mary
saw with growing fear that chains hung down these walls, and
there were many old iron rings and hoops sticking out of the
ancient stonework. With horror she then noted dried red spatters
and runs down the walls. This was presumably blood. Then she saw
what appeared to be a large pool of blood on the floor near her.
Perhaps some hapless captive child had been tortured or even
brutally killed in the little cell only a short time before. At
once she felt a soup of mess frothing up inside her belly, and
seconds later it came up in an unstoppable surge. The sick spewed
out of her mouth and dripped onto the floor in a puddle. Mary
began to cry uncontrollably. How was she ever going to get out of
this horror?

After a few moments she returned a little to her senses and
noticed that in the corner of the cell appeared to be a
roughly-hewn hole in the stone floor. Presumably this was a
toilet. With growing despair she tried to lurch herself in the
direction of the hole, but this just made her throbbing ankles
scream with pain. With no hope of getting near to the toilet her
bladder finally gave up and a trickle of urine and blood made its
way down her legs and settled in a pool at her feet. Almost at
once her bowls gave up too, and a mess of diarrhoea flirted out
of her rear love tunnel onto the floor. Mary returned to crying
uncontrollably.

Only a short time later, she could hear heavy footsteps coming
towards the little room. She froze with terror. Was someone
coming for her, to take her to the Witchfinder's torture chambers
and an almost certain lingering agonising death?

***

In the forest, little Laura hung helplessly in front of the seven
soldiers. Having finished raping her big sister they were now
eyeing her up, licking their lips and getting ready for the kill.
Poor Laura's infant body was covered in lash marks, scored and
bloody from the merciless flogging that she had already received.
But that had only been a prelude, now much worse was to come. The
helpless little four-year-old managed to find enough strength to
begin to plead for her life, but she was cut short by a bullwhip
whupping through the air and crashing across her pot belly. The
blow knocked the wind out of her and landed square across a lash
from her previous flogging, causing her to cry out with pain. A
second blow was expertly aimed with great accuracy to fly up
between her wide open legs, catching her square against her
little baby cunt. A second and then a third blow in the same
place an instant later caused the poor infant to become almost
hysterical.

The soldiers' sport was interrupted by a little screaming voice.
"Pleeeeese, pleeeesse leave her alone!! Don't kill her, she's
only four! Kill me instead!" It was gorgeous little Nicola, who
had regained sufficient consciousness to realise that her little
sister was not going to be able to stand much more of the
flogging. But her protests were futile. One of the soldiers
marched over to the huge stone that Nicola was still roughly tied
against. Holding a razor-sharp knife to her little throat, he
gazed with hatred into her frightened baby-blue eyes. "One more
word from you, and I'll cut out your liver and make you eat it!!"
Nicola cringed, but to make his point the soldier ran the knife
over her belly, deliberately cutting deep into her little belly
button and causing her to squeal as she thought that in the next
moment she would see her insides being torn out.

"I'll shut her up"! growled one of the other soldiers, who had
joined his comrade to torment Nicola. With a huge hand he seized
Nicola's jaw and forced her mouth wide open. "Grab her tongue!!"
he exclaimed to the other soldier, who laughed and inserted his
huge fingers into the little girl's mouth. Seizing her tongue, he
pulled it firmly until he had a good length, and then made a
swift slash with his knife . . .

***

The heavy footsteps grew louder and louder, and then stopped
outside Mary's cell. In the next instant she heard a massive key
being turned in the lock, and then the heavy studded wooden door
was flung open. Mary squealed in terror and her bowls really let
rip, causing diahorrea to spray out of her anus in all
directions. Whoever had flung open the door saw what was
happening and gave a massive laugh. "Well, well!" boomed a deep
gruff voice, "The Witchfinder's going to enjoy you, you little
wretch!!". Mary screamed in horror. "Don't worry, little witch,
he'll have some fine sport with you! I wonder how long you'll
last? The four-year-old girl who was in that cell before you, she
made a pretty sight on the Witchfinder's firehorse. She confessed
- eventually - now her little body's being torn apart by the
wolves!"

Mary passed out on hearing that news. The huge torturer who had
told her the glad tidings threw a bucket of ice cold urine over
her to clean her up a little. He then unshackled her lifeless
infant body, tied her aching wrists behind her back, and dragged
her by the hair out of the cell. Throwing her little frame over
his shoulder, he whistled as he headed down the gloomy partly-lit
corridor outside Mary's cell. The corridor was decorated with
hanging chains and the occasional splash of long-dried blood. He
carried Mary down several flights of heavy stone steps, and along
another gloomily-lit corridor which was much wider than the last.
At the end of the corridor was a heavy wooden door, and several
rusty chains were hanging haphazardly down the walls from the
gloom above. Dangling against one of the walls was a little boy.
In front of him were two burly torturers. The little boy was
barely four years old. He was completely naked, and was hanging
from his little wrists which were manacled way above his head. He
was hanging on the end of a rusty chain which was attached to the
manacles. His ankles were tied together with coarse cutting rope.
He had curly light-coloured hair and a pretty, angelic sort of
face. His little body was beautiful, with a little pot belly and
erect little penis. The two torturers were enjoying tormenting
him. He was evidently intended for a nearby torture chamber, and
the torturers were busily telling him what was already happening
within the torture chamber. Apparently his little sister was
already in the torture chamber, being 'entertained' by several
torturers. The torturers were obviously immensely enjoying what
they were doing to his little sister, but she was probably not
enjoying it much at all. On hearing this the boy was wailing in
terror, and begging for him and his little sister to be set free.
From the looks of him he had already been flogged, as his little
infant torso was criss- crossed with many lash marks. His body
was dripping with sweat, and from the appearance of puddles on
the hard stone floor beneath him, his bladder had already let rip
several times. But judging by what his two tormentors were
telling him, much more gruesome horrors were evidently awaiting
him and his younger sister.

Mary was too overcome to take in much of this. Somewhere in her
semi- conscious brain she wondered what had happened to her
younger sister Anna. She had not seen seven-year-old Anna since
the two of them had been captured together in the woods and had
been tied and flogged by the Witchfinder's men. Before being
tortured with the metal pear inserted deep into her immature
cunt, she had heard the soldier who had brought her into the
castle saying that Anna had already been in the torture chamber
of the Witchfinder himself. Perhaps Anna was already dead,
tortured slowly to death in screaming, writhing blood-soaked
agony by the Witchfinder. Or perhaps she had been thrown - still
alive - to a pack of wolves. The bloodthirsty half-mad creatures
would have torn her apart, and voraciously devoured her soft
child flesh. Or perhaps much, much worse had happened to her . .

***

Poor little Laura had passed out when the tenth slashing whip
blow fell across her virgin baby cunt. At that point the soldiers
stopped to admire their handiwork for a moment, and then began
cutting down the little four-year-old. The plan was to tie her to
the slab of rock that her sister Nicola was currently decorating,
and rape her without mercy. At the same time Nicola would be hung
between the two trees where Laura had been repeatedly whipped,
and flogged senseless. This plan was duly carried out, and within
minutes poor six-year-old Nicola was spread-eagled in a perfect
'X' shape between the two trees where her little sister had
previously been hanging. At the same time little Laura was tied
spread-eagled to the rock where Nicola had been raped, so that
she too could be repeatedly abused. Very unfortunately for her,
little Laura came to a form of half-consciousness just as the
soldiers finished tying her down. This meant that it was perfect
timing for her to experience being raped from the first. The
start of sex for her involved one of the soldiers driving the
handle of a bullwhip as deep into her little cunt as it would go.
Laura screeched in pain but seconds later the blade of a very
sharp knife was inserted. This ensured that there was blood for
lubricant when, straight after, the soldier with the knife rammed
his enormous manhood into the little girl. Laura screamed but at
the same time her jaw was seized by another of the soldiers and
forced wide open. This was quickly followed by a large, hard
penis being driven into her little mouth. Pool Laura almost
choked as squirts of nourishing jism flew down her throat.

While Laura was being introduced to sex for the first time,
Nicola was about to suffer the type of lashing that Laura had
just endured. But in their frenzy to properly use the two little
girls, the soldiers had totally forgotten about their third
captive. They had forgotten that when they captured Nicola and
Laura, there was a third little girl with them, little
five-year-old Emma. In fact Emma was still in a heap, firmly tied
up on the ground where she had been temporarily left, but so far
completely untouched. She had witnessed the torture and rape of
her two little companions, but had tried to quietly roll away
into the bushes in the hope of escape while the soldiers were
occupied with the other two little girls. Unfortunately for her,
one of the soldiers suddenly remembered her. "Where's the third
little witch??" he exclaimed, and a couple of his companions went
to find little Emma. She squealed as the two burly soldiers found
her under a nearby bush where she had craftily rolled. "Well,
well, trying to escape, eh?" one of them exclaimed, and aimed a
hefty kick into the little girl. Emma screamed, knowing what was
in store for her. Now she too was surely going to be raped
repeatedly, and flogged half to death - or almost certainly
worse. "We'll have to make an example of this little wretch,
trying to escape from her punishments!!" "Oh, noooooo!" exclaimed
Emma. She was dragged into the clearing where Laura and Nicola
were being dealt with. "This one's a little prize, too!"
exclaimed one of the soldiers, licking his lips - "she's
beautiful, let's try her out!" .

Moments later poor Emma found herself tied between two trees. In
the distance she could hear Laura being brutally raped and Nicola
being violently flogged. She had tried to struggle, but the two
soldiers who had dragged her to a different clearing a few yards
away were far too strong for her. Now she found herself painfully
hanging from her wrists and ankles, totally naked, in an 'X'
shape between two trees. But unlike Nicola, she was hung upside
down. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, perfectly exposing her
little cunt and anus. Her lovely long brown hair was hanging down
into the dirt, and she was pleading for mercy. The two soldiers
were laughing, as they thought up what they were going to do
first with their little captive.

In fact it was obvious what to do with her. Due to her
upside-down 'X'-shape, her child cunt and anus were perfect
targets for the bullwhip to go in from the top. Both of the
naked, erect soldiers armed themselves with their chosen
instruments, and explained to Emma just what was going to happen.
The poor little girl again pleaded for mercy, and tried to
protest the innocence of all three girls. That was a really bad
idea, and both the soldiers became enraged at the insolence of
the little child. It was clear that she needed some special
treatment.

One of the soldiers looked for and found a suitably stout and
sharp branch. By the time that he had whittled it down with his
knife it was nine inches long and about three inches thick, but
with a tapered end. "Little whore!", he exclaimed, "this might
show you to treat us with respect". With that he aimed the
slightly tapered end of the branch at Emma's totally unprotected
anus. Her anal opening was a little puckered rose of a bowel
opening, and perfectly dry so it at once began to hurt as he
started to insert the branch. Suddenly the little sphincter of
her anal opening gave as he pressed harder, and the end of the
branch started to find its way inside her bowel. Emma squealed,
but the soldier was going to show her no mercy and began putting
his weight onto the branch to make it go in quicker and deeper.
The sphincter gripped the wood firmly and the soldier had to push
very hard to continue the progress of the wood. As it went in,
the rough bark started to chaff her rose which began to bleed.
Emma could only babble and plead as she felt the thick piece of
wood getting further and further inside her. It felt like an
enormous lard of shit within her bowel, and she longed to expel
it. Instead it kept on going inside her bowel, until it reached
the bend in her colon. But the soldier kept on pushing, and the
piece of rough wood kept on going deeper and deeper into her rear
love tunnel. Emma began to squeal as the agony welled up inside
her little bowel. Suddenly the outside end of the branch
disappeared completely inside her anus. Her little anal rose at
once closed up, trapping the whole nine inches of the branch
completely inside her. Emma groaned with the pain within her, and
could feel the huge piece of wood inside her body, hopelessly
distorting her bowel.

"That's only the start!" exclaimed the soldier, and went off to
find a second, larger piece of branch to push inside her anus to
join the first. This left Emma alone with the soldier who had
discovered her under the bush. "Like I said," he growled, "you
should be made an example of!". With that he spat at her, and
planted his huge fist into her pot belly. The wind was completely
knocked out of the little girl, who felt like being violently
sick. But she had no time for such a luxury. Instead she heard a
whip whupping thorough the air. The soldier had stood a few paces
back from her hanging body, taken aim, and had opened fire with
his bullwhip. The single thin strand of cutting sharp leather
slashed through the air as it rifled straight at her totally
defenceless body, and hit home with a thunderous "Crack!" that
echoed through the forest. It was followed an instant later by an
equally loud shriek, as little Emma screamed from the bottom of
her soul. The whip had hit home right across her little belly
button, but had kept on going around her infant body, carving a
delicious track in her exquisite soft child flesh as it went.

It was obvious that she was not going to be shown any mercy
whatsoever. At the realisation of that, poor Emma began to be
violently sick. Mess from the deepest parts of her stomach began
spewing out of her mouth onto the forest floor. The soldier
cruelly laughed, and took careful aim. Coiling himself up, he let
fly as hard as he could. This time he aimed high, and slashed the
whip to land between her wide open legs. It found its mark
perfectly, landing with the force of a freight train full onto
her immature cunt. But it didn't just land there, for her little
anus got the full force too. This caused the huge piece of wood
within her bowel to violently move. Emma's scream was loud enough
to wake the dead.

At that moment the first soldier reappeared. In his hand he held
something that at once caused Emma to freeze in utter terror. For
he was carrying another branch, but this one must have been
fifteen inches long and six inches thick. Emma began to shriek.
"Oh god, nooooooooo!" she squealed, and began to thrash about as
much as she could. But she could hardly move because she was
stretched so expertly between the two trees, and tied so tightly.
And in any case, trying to move caused the first piece of wood
that was already within her bowel to twist agonisingly inside
her. Emma's subsequent shriek was not of this world, and from
somewhere deep within her intestine a soup of mess and diahorrea
began bubbling. It found its way around and past the enormous
piece of wood in her little colon, and shot out of her anus in a
spray of mess. Both soldiers laughed heartily as the little girl
writhed in horrific agony and the diahorrea ran down her back and
into her lovely long hair. But the soldier with the new piece of
wood wasted no time in adding to her living hell. Aiming the
tapered end of his new piece of wood at her little anal rose, he
began to push hard. Emma began to plead for her life. "Ohh,
nooooo, pleeeeese, you'll kill me, pleeeeese!" At this the
soldier again laughed heartily, and pushed even harder. At that
moment Emma's little anal opening totally betrayed her, and
willingly opened to let the end of the thick piece of coarse wood
inside. The soldier then began ramming and twisting the massive
log to make it go inside her to lie alongside the first within
her hopelessly stretched bowel. Emma could stand it no longer and
became completely hysterical, screaming for mercy and pleading
pitifully for her mommy. Her increasingly hoarse cries were so
loud and heart-rending that the other soldiers, who were
thoroughly enjoying the rape and torture of Laura and Nicola a
little distance away, broke off for a moment from their
endeavours to savour the blood-curdling cries of Emma as the
enormous log was inserted and twisted deep into her bowel.

***

Mary sobbed as she speculated what had happened to beautiful
little Anna. In her half-conscious state, she could imagine her
gorgeous little sister totally naked and writhing in squealing
agony on a torture bench in the Witchfinder's hell chamber. In
her half-deluded imagination, Mary dreamed that Anna would be
lying on her left side, with her wrists and elbows painfully tied
behind her back. Her left leg would be stretched out along the
torture bench, and her ankle firmly tied down. But her right leg
would be stretched painfully upwards, with her right ankle
manacled to a length of chain dangling from the ceiling of the
torture chamber high above. With her legs in this wide-open and
painful position, Anna's seven-year-old cunt would be open for
business. In Mary's deluded imagination, she could see a torturer
ramming a glowing red-hot length of metal poker deep into Anna's
child love tunnel. Anna would be crying out in agony, and begging
for mercy. But instead a second torturer would join in the
action, ramming another glowing red-hot poker deep into Anna,
this time into the little girl's puckered and thoroughly raped
anus.

Mary was awoken out of this stupor by a heart-rending scream. One
of the soldiers who had been tormenting the little barely
four-year-old boy had run a razor-sharp knife across the tiny
infant's little pot-belly, cutting his belly button. The boy
began babbling once again, this time desperately protesting once
more his innocence and the innocence of his little sister. This
made the two soldiers very angry, and they promised to ensure
that his little sister was brutalised even more due to his
insolence.

It was at that point that the heavy wooden door at the end of the
corridor was flung open. Two naked, very well-endowed torturers
swaggered from behind the door. Mary noticed that both were
laughing, and enjoying discussing what they had just done. Each
had a large penis that although no longer erect, was covered in
blood. Each had obviously been recently enjoying the favours of a
beautiful little girl or boy - or probably both. But it was not
the two soldiers that Mary most noticed after the heavy wooden
door had been opened. Because at once Mary had smelt a deep,
heavy, dark and almost nauseous smell from behind the door. It
was a smell of terror, of urine mixed with sweat, blood, filth
and gore. It was a smell that no little child would ever want to
smell. It was the smell of the castle's deep underground torture
chambers - and it was always the last smell that any little child
ever knew, if he or she was unlucky enough ever to enter into the
inner sanctum of torture chambers in the bowels of the castle's
catacombs.

Without ceremony, the soldier carrying Mary's limp body entered
through the door. Poor Mary was now in the darkest, most
horrifying place that the Witchfinder's castle had to offer, the
maze of torture chambers and private quarters where - over many
years - countless little infants had undergone unspeakable,
indescribable horrors . . .