~Subject: Repost: Tales of the Witchfinder Part 4A
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Wed, 24 Jan 1996 13:12:20 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 the process of posting, it became
necessary to split the story into smaller pieces
than the original, however, I hope this does not prove to irritating
to the reader. So far..
( 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 4 describes the fate of Melissa, the maiden messenger to the
Duke.)
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 4a
Melissa, a true maid of honor
Captured
After the Dutchess had ordered her to ride to London, Melissa had
donned
common clothes, and secured a horse and cart from the stable. The
groom leered at her
and jested, "So the little Dutchess is in a bit of trouble with the
Witchfinder, is she?. Good
thing he doesn't want you," and reaching out pinched her on her
breast.
Melissa slapped him, and taking a bag of food, and a bottle of water,
she mounted
the cart that the groom provided, and rode off.
At a little after noon, the horse began to show signs of lameness.
Suddenly, the
horse stumbled, and fell.
Melissa let out a groan of despair. Something had happened! Maybe the
stablemaster had given her a sick horse. And here she was not even
halfway to London!
She dismounted from the cart, and studied the dying horse. He was
lying on his side,
emitting long snoring noises, and she was sure he was dying. She
realized that it was
impossible for her to unharness the animal, and she looked down the
long road to London,
and wondered how long it would take to walk the distance.
She shouldered her food pouch, water bottle, and the Dukes seal that
would
identify her, and with a sad backward look, strode away from the cart
with it's now
motionless horse.
She was sure that the alarm would have gone out by now, and a search
would be
underway for her. She would have to hide from anyone coming from the
direction of the
castle, or risk being caught.
Melissa sighed, and brushed a lock of her fine hair out of her eyes.
Oh well, she
was going to get London if it killed her. Her mistress's life and
perhaps many others
depended on her arriving safely in London. She would find some
shelter, wait for
darkness, and then resume her journey.
It was a Sunday afternoon, which meant traffic would be light, since
tradition
insisted that all must attend church this day.
It was punishingly hot in the sun, in early July. Nearly 100. But she
had dressed for
the weather, in a thin white cotton peasant dress. She could sit in
the shade of a tree and
wait for dark, if she had to. Then under cover of night, she would
continue toward
London.
She was sure an alarm had gone out for her by now, but this
road to London was
little traveled, and might be overlooked by the sheriff's searchers.
There might also be
someone who would help her. After three hours, she found a pleasant
grassy knoll with a
shade tree, and sat down to rest and refresh herself.
She tucked her long golden hair under the peasant bonnet, and sat down
under the
spreading elm tree, to await either help, or nightfall.
She didn't have long to wait.
About an hour later, Melissa looked out into the distance behind her,
and saw a tall
column of smoke rising. Someone was burning her cart!
Peering around the bole of the tree, she saw what appeared to be two
castle guards riding
toward her, looking down from time to time at her footprints in the
dusty roadway. A few
more minutes of waiting and squinting at the approaching men confirmed
the truth. It was
indeed two guards, and she had no doubt that she was the object of
their search!.
The two men pulled off the rough trail with a cry of glee as they saw
her food bag
and then caught sight of the fleeing little woman as she dashed into
the trees.
One was tall with shoulder length hair, and well muscled, and rode his
horse
directly and quickly into the wood behind her.
He did not slow, but rode directly into her, knocking her to the
ground. He
shouted with glee, "A hundred pounds reward!"
His companion was bearded, about the other man's height but
extremely beefy.
Melissa thought of Earl Simmons.
"I will give you twice that, if you will but help me on my way to
London!"
She needed help, pure and simple. Melissa had never experienced
improper
behavior from a guard while she was at the castle, so she did not
expect anything but
kindness and understanding from these two, whom she assumed were from
the castle.
"You are Melissa, the Dutchess' maid, you little bitch, and the
Witchfinder has
offered to reward us handsomely for your capture." said the man on the
roan horse.
"Yes, I am she, and the Dutchess has sent me on an errand. Will you
help me?"
His companion said nothing, but there was something in his eyes she
didn't trust.
She had seen that look at the castle. Oh God, please let them be kind.
She
pretended not to notice it and continued," Yes good masters, my horse
became ill, then
fell down. I'm afraid he's dead."
"Bad place to afoot," the guard said, his eyes dropping to Melissa's
legs, which
were outlined clearly under the thin peasant dress, and bare from mid
calf down, exposing
shapely, deeply tanned slim legs under the sunlight.
"Oh yes, and I must get to London as soon as possible." she said, "do
you think
there's anything you can do?"
Melissa didn't notice the grin the two men exchanged.
Did they know?
"Sure, we will help"
.
"Oh," she said, surprised, "but...that's wonderful! Th-thank you!"
"We heard that all of you royalys has got golden cunts, and we wantta
see"
"Wh-what!?" she blurted, confused. "What!?"
"Melissa, you gonna get fucked first, then we gonna turn you over to
the
Witchfinder for the reward"
At the sound of the name, and the clear implications of the statement,
Melissa suddenly felt her stomach churn! She felt her heartbeat
quicken. This wasn't real,
she thought hurriedly, maybe they're kidding! Her eyes darted quickly
back to the road.
No riders. No vehicles. No one for miles. No one at all.
"I-I-I d-don't know wh-what you mean, I-I..." she managed. Fear was
enveloping
her like a shroud. The looks on the men's faces turned deeply
sinister.
"Sure you do," said the guard on the roan calmly. "Snooty young lady
all alone,
running away from the castle, needs a lot of help."--the other man
laughed again while
Melissa's gorgeous eyes grew huge--
"I think we will take your money, fuck you, and turn you over to the
Ropemaster,
who will probably rip out your guts before hanging you. But first, we
get our reward, right
, Felix?"
She stood and clumsily began backing up. "I-I don't think s-s-so..."
she said, trying
to sound unafraid, knowing she was failing. The men dismounted and
moved towards her,
slowly, like predators.
Tears began to form in Melissa's big blue eyes. "P-p-please, wait,"
she heard
herself stammering. It was hopeless. As her mind raced, she assessed
her situation as best
she could in her confusion. No one for miles. If she ran they'd simply
follow her. And
surrounding them all, the endless stretches of farmland. She simply
had nowhere to run,
and if she did, the big bearded guy looked as if he could tackle her
in less than five paces.
It was a nightmare.
A pure nightmare, all her worst sexual nightmares rolled into one
inconceivably
horrific reality. How could it be happening? "D-don't," her soft voice
began pleading. She
continued to back up, shaking her head pleadingly as the men kept
moving forward,
slowly and deliberately.
"YOU'RE GONNA GET FUCKED, BITCH! NOW!"
It was the first time the bearded man named Felix had spoken, and his
booming
voice sent a shock wave of fear through Melissa's jackhammering heart
like a gunshot!
Reason simply vanished. "AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA," she
screamed,
and took off at a run in the direction of London, tears now streaming
down her perfect
unblemished cheeks.
Surprisingly, the men simply watched her run off, laughing raucously.
Of course,
she realized as she was several yards down the road, they knew she had
nowhere to go.
And so did she.
But she wasn't going to stand there, she just couldn't get raped, she
couldn't! Her
mission was too important for this. Lives depended on her success. Her
heavy breathing
was racked with sobs as she continued her futile run down the lonely,
sun-baked
stony roadway.
Then Melissa heard a saddle creak. Chancing a glance over her
shoulder,
she saw the men had mounted their horses and were whipping their
beasts, urging them
into a gallop. Her blue eyes grew saucer-sized with terror as the
animals grew closer. Oh
God!! They were going to run her down!
Melissa screamed again, a high pitched wail of despair that carried
over the quiet
lands as the men bore down on her. As Melissa ran she screamed,
NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
She continued sobbing and running, a helpless beautiful woman at the
mercy of sadistic
men, and no help in sight, anywhere.
Then the ultimate horror. She heard the high neigh of a horse being
struck with a
whip, as the men jerked forward and sped toward her. Black spots
appeared in Melissa's
vision as exhaustion combined with abject terror and the certainty her
life was over!
But Felix had leaned over from his saddle and with a mailed fist
shoved her
downward. When the ground slammed into Melissa's front, she felt like
she had been shot.
Her slender body rolled as her breath escaped, and she finally lay
flat on the hot stony
roadway, winded and helpless.
In pain, fear and exhaustion, she mercifully lost consciousness as the
men drew to
a halt beyond the now motionless figure of Melissa.
Melissa felt her body being lifted and laid across a saddle. Her
breasts throbbed
horribly. She had not fallen hard enough to do any serious damage,
but her fear had
heightened the pain and she was still somewhat dazed. Face down over
the horse's neck
ahead of his saddle she sobbed pitifully, and gradually lost
consciousness.
Slowly she became aware of lying on the ground. She propped herself up
on one
arm and looked about. She saw the two guards now stripped to the
waist, going through her
pouch. The gold she had carried lay in two small piles, and they were
examining the ornate
coat of arms she had carried as her authority.
Shock now registered in Melissa's brain and waked her from her dazed
state.
"NOO! Please! !" she tried to scream, though it came out weakly.
"Hey, whaddaya know," said the roan rider. "Our little maid's back
with us." He
strode over to her sitting figure and slapped her beautiful face,
stunning her.
Her royal seal plate. They knew. She was in the hands of the castle
guards.
She had failed in her mission. Tears flooded her eyes as she thought
of the helpless
Dutchess and her fate.
She would have rather have simply vanished without a trace, than face
the
disgrace of being returned to her castle having failed her charge.
Seconds later, struggling , she felt both men manhandling her arms,
and the
unmistakable ripping sound of a tearing cloth. The men savagely bound
her wrists behind
her back with strips torn from her skirt, while the beautiful woman
lay there now naked
and helpless and prayed she could die.
The two men stared down at her. Melissa was a gorgeous woman by any
standards, with large breasts, a perfectly chiseled face, and auburn
hair that fell to her
elbows. As she stared up at her captors she drew her legs beneath her,
and knelt
submissively at their feet, and waited silently.
Alex was first, pushing her back onto the grass, and forcing her
shapely legs apart.
"Please, please, don't hurt me, she begged", as he rubbed his hand
through her glossy
bush of blond pubic hair.
"I won't tell any one. Please, I'll do what ever you want, just let me
go"
"I know you're gonna do whatever we want. Thing is, we're gonna do
whatever
WE want, too. And one of the things we wanna do is listen to a sexy,
tight young piece of
ass like yourself scream."
She saw the short horsewhip in his hand,
"Oh NOOOOO", she cried, and once more tears ran down her cheeks.
She continued to cry. This was madness, this was hell! "Wh-why!?" she
pleaded.
The man just smiled. "Oh, no," she began to gasp as she felt his
coarse hand grip
and knead her silky round ass cheeks. "PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! NOOO! DON'T
WHIP
ME! DON'T HURT MMEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sobs racked her
mercilessly.
"Nice," she heard Matt say. Then...The purest, white agony shot
through her body
as the heavy leather whip lashed her ass.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!" Melissa
howled, writhing her bound hands clutching her flaming buns. And
again, the brutal whip
came down.
There were a total of ten lashes, but each had such force that the
beautiful, pain-
wracked woman fainted after the fifth, and fell to the ground like a
limp rag doll. Shortly
after the final blow, she felt herself stirring, her mind and body
awhirl with pain.
Felix was rubbing some kind of oil onto her ass cheeks, and she felt
the bleeding
welts where the whip had come down. Oh God, how could they do this to
her?