~Subject: Repost: Tales of the Witchfinder part 3A
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 13:11:22 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

 
A History of Witchcraft  
In 
Marsden, England, 1593-5 
 
     Prologue, and WARNING This material contains descriptions of bondage,

torture, murder, suicide, false imprisonment, religious desecration,
incest, witchcraft,  
cannibalism, and a couple of really, really offensive sexual scenes,
including rape,  
gang rape, and flaying.  
 
( In part 1 we learned how the Witch hunt originated, and how Matthew
Hopkins manipulated 
and used his victims. We saw how he seized property and people, on the
pretext of purging 
the community from witchcraft. Now the plan widens, and the Dutchess,
already a prisoner 
in her own castle, seeks help, and suffers still more.)

(Part 3 opens with how the accused witch, June, and her family, were
treated and ends with a hope for 
escape but not without a price.Part three appears in three postings
a,b,and c due to limitations of the 
server)
 
     While this series of stories are only historical re-creations,
fictional in legal terms,  
they are based upon solid historical fact. 
     They are based partly upon the life and well documented history of the
man,  
Matthew Hopkins, who today is seen as a warped sadist, but at that
time held the highest  
respect of the King, and the wholehearted fear of the churches in
England.  
     For his word was life or death to those who encountered him. 
      
     The writings which follow should be avoided if the reader is not of
legal age to  
read about perversions, rape, bondage, torture, and religious
persecutions. though while  
events even worse than those described herein actually occurred, it is
felt that the tender  
minds of our youth should not be exposed to them ,although in
historical fact, they actually  
did occur, and indeed, have continued to occur with sad frequency in
our history.  
     Currently, the law has forbidden that anyone under 18 should read
these lines. 
 The thought is that those moldable young minds might be destroyed, or
tempted  
to emulate these acts, if they knew about them.  
     Foolish thinking, for there are no crueler beings on the planet than
teenaged  
children, whether they have read these lines, or not. But observe the
law, for it IS the law,  
and if you are under eighteen, or this material offends you, stop now,
and go do something  
healthy and rewarding other than studying history, and the snake pits
that civilization  
occasionally creates..... 
      The author 

Part 3a  
The destruction  of the Wilson Family 
 
     The Witchfinder stared broodingly as Milo brought the three women into
the room with the great  
fireplace. 
His eyes immediately apprehended the beauty of the three women, and
his pulse quickened and  
excitement grew as he realized that it was none other than the young
woman with the long curly blond  
hair who was the accused witch, and would be his first victim.
      The mother was obviously a beauty as well,  
and the smallest woman, with a delightfully slim body,  with modest
budding breasts was clearly also the 
youngest. She also  had her blond hair piled in a tall braid. The
Witchfinder had long an obsession with 
blond women, and he was excited at the prospects that were now growing
large in his mind.. 
     His growing pleasure and excitement was difficult to conceal behind
the stern mask he forced  
himself to display as Milo lined them up facing him with their backs
to the fire. 
     Here were three of the most beautiful women he had encountered in all
of his travels in England.   
     A sudden rush of excitement in his groin made his heavy cock begin to
stiffen as he considered 
the  possibilities. 
     "Your names?" He demanded loudly 
     Boldly Leslie answered, " I am Leslie Wilson and these are my two
daughters, June and Marie.  
Please, master, what have we done? Your servants said we were witches"

     The Witchfinder did not answer immediately, his eyes still devouring
the beauty of the three. He  
stared long, and his pulse quickened as he realized that the young
girl with the long curly blond hair was  
almost certainly the one Earl had accused of witchcraft. Oh yes, he
thought, she would be a  
very good first witch. 
There was no doubt now. He knew that he would have all three of them
eventually, but the long  curly
haired blond was to be the initial victim. Satisfied he turned to
Milo. His lust had been somewhat 
tempered by the rape of  the Duchess only hours ago, still, his cock
twitched and began to stiffen as  
he stared at the women. 
     "Which one is June," he asked Earl, who had been lurking quietly
behind the women. Earl  
pointed to the middle girl, and the Witchfinder knew his guess had
been correct. 
     Milo, holding June by the elbows from behind, thrust her forward. 
     She stumbled from the unexpected push, and fell to her knees in front
of the Witchfinder.  She  
looked upward at him, dazed, then looked about her slowly, seeing
Earl, the Witchfinder, and Milo, but 
still  not comprehending her danger. An appealing half smile appeared
on her perfectly chiseled features.  
     Charming, he thought. The Witchfinder knew the look. He had seen it
often on the faces of the 
innocents before they  first apprehended danger. 
     He gestured to Milo and the Whipmaster." Take these two away, and hold
them for our 
questioning later."  

     The Whipmaster seized the petite mother roughly from behind, and in a
sudden flurry of struggle  
and cries to stop, forced the mother out the door, and down a long
flight of stairs, toward the barred cells  
below, where Milo was to guard the prisoners.  
     Milo smiled at the Witchfinder, and gripped Marie by her elbow.  
     Marie was terrified. She saw June on her knees before the great
hulking figure, and screamed in  
fear as her mother was dragged away. 
     Milo pulled Marie's struggling figure away leaving the slender figure
of June kneeling alone in 
front of  the fireplace. 
     Once inside the cell block, Milo untied her bound wrists, then
grinning at the terrified little girl  
closed and locked the door, ignoring her pleadings, and waited for the
Whipmaster to bring his captive to 
the cells. Leslie, however, was not so fortunate. 
     After he had taken Leslie down the stairs, the Whipmaster began moving
slowly, enjoying the  
feeling of the soft squirming body of the supple full bodied woman he
now held firmly in his hands, and  
listening to her desperate pleading made his cock stiffen. As it
continued, so did his arousal.. 
     Suddenly he decided that this woman would be his before she was
questioned, or tried. A chancy  
business, he knew, but with such a long time between victims, his
balls were loaded, and heavy, and his  
rock hard prick demanded relief. 
     He had heard that the Witchfinder had raped the Duchess, but he had
enjoyed no such  chance to 
get  his balls off. This was his opportunity, while everyone was
concentrating on the witch. 
     On impulse he turned toward the torture chamber which was as yet still
unoccupied, and he saw 
Milo continue toward  the cell block with the youngest daughter
struggling in his grip. His detour was 
unnoticed.
     When they reached the chamber, he shoved Leslie forward toward a post
that stood upright in the  
center of the room, and reaching up, clasped manacles around her
wrists, so she had to stand with arms  
upraised, and watch puzzled and helpless as the Whipmaster left the
room.  
     He walked quickly to the cell block, and hailed Milo. 
     Milo glanced about, expecting to see the mother, then not seeing her
guessed the answer. He  
smiled at the Whipmaster.  
     "The mother had to go to piss, perhaps?" he suggested.  
     The Whipmaster nodded, "She will be delayed for a while until she gets
her cunt stretched. Don't  
be concerned if she is a little late getting to her cell." 
     "Sure", Milo responded. No one knew that he also had raped Duchess,
and as a result was much  
less aroused by the females in his charge. "Bring her to the cells
when you are through". 
     Milo knew that the Witchfinder would not have approved, but the
Whipmaster was undoubtedly  
going to amuse himself a bit before the trial, and they were close
friends. 
     He watched as the Whipmaster turned abruptly, and picked up a coil of
strong thin rope, and  
strode quickly away toward the torture chamber.
     After a quick look to make sure that Marie was locked away, he hurried
to return to the chamber 
where he could watch the testing of the newest witch.  
 
 
     The Whipmaster had been eager to  take Leslie away from the  room
where the Witchfinder was  
questioning June, and as he held the warm little body of the full
breasted beauty against him, the pent up  
lust in his great body would not wait. It had been a long time since
such an opportunity had appeared and  
he was eager to grasp it. 
     He had admired Leslie as they had entered the large room upstairs. She
had stood a little apart  
from her bound daughters, June and Marie. She had been dressed in a
short white silk single nightgown,  
and honey colored panties, which revealed the naked slender  well
muscled thighs, which, even at their  
tops were only slightly larger than his upper arm. 
     The large breasts jutting out and emphasizing her small waist, thrust
aggressively against the  
thin fabric. They were still full and firm even after having twice
given suck to her children. 
     She now stood motionless, wrists held overhead against the rough
wooden post, staring at the  
Whipmaster's great six and a half foot body that towered over her,
trying to read what was in this huge  
man's eyes. It was evil, she knew, but was she going to die here in
this room? 
     Leslie was a terrified, helpless, woman, not ready for what was soon
to befall her, yet her courage  
kept her from showing her panic. 
      The deep underground torture chamber was intended for the most
difficult of the witches.  
     Absolutely soundproof, this was a place all of the palace workers
avoided, and he could be sure  
no one would hear her cries, nor come to her aid . He knew now what he
was going to do. 
     This woman was exciting him like none of the young bitches  had, and
he was determined to 
have his pleasure with her without interference, and before the rest
of the  group got their hands on her.. 
     The Whipmaster  knew that a beauty like Leslie would be quickly
identified as a witch by the  
Witchfinder, and as soon as the Witchfinder had disposed of her
daughter, this curvaceous little woman  
would be quickly brought to him for the "special" questioning. He had
done seen it happen before. Many  
times. 
     The Witch-hunters "special" questioning was always rough on the
female. Before he put the  
hapless victim back into Milo's care, the woman was often at the point
of death, and worthless sexually.  
     Except to the cook, who often thrust his cock into human and animal
corpses, before butchering 
them  for the table, for among the other secrets that the Witchfinder
and all of his men had was their 
penchant  for cooked human flesh. 
     Another reason to act quickly was the possibility that the judges
might even allow her to leave the  
prison. The group had no experience with these judges, and until they
could be compromised, the fools  
might release some of the women that were accused from the
"confessions" soon to come. 
     There was no question of her virginity. This was a mature woman, who
even though terrified,  
radiated beauty and lithe slim sexiness. He stroked his rigid cock
gently inside his trousers. 
 
Submission 
The Whipmaster released her from the post, and turned her to him. He
leaned forward, gripped each side 
of the opening of her thin blouse at her neck,  and with a single
motion tore open the white cloth, baring 
her breasts to his gaze.  
     She cried out, "Stop, don't hurt me, I am innocent"., then screamed
shrilly in fright, not yet  
knowing, but suddenly sensing her oncoming fate.  
     She desperately tried to cover herself with the rags, to small avail
as he gripped her wrists and  
held them apart and stared down at her rosy tipped breasts for a few
long moments, then thrust her  
downward,  forcing her to her knees.. 
     He gazed at the naked magnificence  of the kneeling helpless woman in
front of him, her long  
golden tresses now falling loosely over the twin jutting breasts which
looked even larger because of her  
tiny waist. Slowly he picked up the thin, strong cord he had decided
would hold her most tastefully, and  
moving deliberately, enjoying each little cry from her, he bound her
wrists tightly behind her. 
     He moved in front of her then and buried both of his fists in the mass
of rich golden tresses and  
pulled her face to his crotch. She resisted only momentarily, and then
as he freed one hand and opened his  
belt, shoved his trousers down and stepped out of them, freeing his
cock. She felt the thick shaft press  
against her lips, and smelled the musky odor of his crotch. She knew
what she would be required to do,  
now. 
     Silently, gently, she closed her soft velvety lips over the head of
his penis, and with her tongue  
began to stroke it rapidly, as she had so often done with her husband.
She began to feel a hot flush of  
excitement burst into a glow between her legs, and knew she was
getting wet. 
     "They all love this," she thought, "And I love to do it to them."  
     As his breathing deepened, and he pulled the half naked woman's face
closer, she sucked harder,  
and slid her mouth along the full length of his now throbbing cock,
licking and sucking the stiff penis as  
he began groaning with passion. 
     He came too quickly, flooding her mouth with semen, so it ran down her
chin and dripped onto  
her breasts and stomach. He had wanted to spend hours with her before
turning her over to the  
Witchfinder, thus beginning the tortures he knew the Witchfinder would
subject her to, but now they  
would have to wait a few minutes while he regained his strength. 
     He pulled up his trousers and led the submissive woman, hands still
bound behind her, to a seat. 
He finished dressing, then  untied her  "Eat, drink, and wrap yourself
in this blanket ," He ordered, as he 
produced a bread and bottle of  water he had previously put into the
cell for his own use. "I will return in 
an hour, so be clean and ready for me." As an afterthought, he threw a
heavy warm blanket to her
     
      He watched her as she quietly rubbed the circulation back into her
tingling wrists and hands. 
     Leslie wrapped her trembling body in the blanket, and bit into the
bread, as he left her alone  
locked in the now silent chamber. 
     She was terrified, but Leslie was a highly intelligent woman. She now
knew her body was her 
weapon, and she must use it to gain her  freedom, if it were at all
possible to do. Sobs of despair finally 
shook her small frame, as she wondered where her daughters  were. 

(Divided into parts a and b to accomodate the server)
1/12/96