~Subject: Repost: Tales of the Witchfinder Part 4C
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Tue, 23 Jan 1996 04:48:50 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Part 4c
Tales of the Witchfinder
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGHH!!" she
screamed and screamed. "IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRRRRTTSSS!" But
both
men simply increased the force of the savage double penetration. Her
face was utterly
drenched with tears, her voice reduced to a pathetic whimper:
"...hurts...hurts...hurts..."
Suddenly, Melissa felt Felix jerk convulsively underneath her, and
something
warm filled her cunt. He had come, she knew it. And she knew, without
a doubt, that she
had just been made pregnant. It was that time in her cycle; she knew
it like the back of her
hand. She had no fight left in her at all as the other man came deep
inside her brutalized,
bleeding rectum.
Spent, the two men lay panting, with the raped, defeated form of
Melissa Conners
sandwiched between them.
The tall guard on top, dragged a blanket over them and, with their
softening cocks still in
her aching, throbbing holes, they both fell asleep. Eventually,
Melissa herself fell into an
exhausted, nightmare-laden slumber as the cum dried between her legs
and the tears dried
on her lovely face.
It was morning. The two guards washed themselves in the creek, and
scrubbed the
naked body of Melissa clean of dried semen, and accumulated filth.
"P-p-please," the beautiful woman begged, "Wh-whatever you're doing,
please, d-
d-don't hurt me. Take me back to the Castle if you must, but don't
hurt me. I'll do any-
anything. EVERYTHING! Whatever you want! P-please listen to me! I'll
suck you, I'll"--
she said the word with difficulty--"f-f-fuck you, all you want...."
The other guard pushed her back down.
"Time for that morning fuck, bitch" and he roughly pushed apart her
legs and
quickly found the soft slit opening of her vagina. With only the
barest preliminaries he
thrust the head of his iron hard cock past her vaginal lips, and then
drew it out.
"Real tight bitch" He muttered, and reaching out, found the can of
olive oil. He
quickly coated his cock, and returned to her. This time, he slipped
easily into her, sliding
deep into her vagina. She shrieked with pain, as the huge man worked
himself deeper and
deeper into her sore cunt, until she once again felt the warm rush of
his semen spurting
into her and overflowing her.
"You liked that, you fucking bitch whore, didn't you?" Matt said.
She wanted to scream, give into the horror and agony and let her mind
go. But she
knew she had to obey.
"Y-y-yes sir. Th-thank you, s-s-sir."
Hauling her to her wobbly feet, he then announced, "We're going to the
castle now
and to a playroom where me and Felix and some other boys spend their
time when they
wanna get away from the war. It's about three miles back to the
castle. I think they're
gonna like you, baby! They're gonna like you a lot!" And he laughed.
As what he said sank in, Melissa reeled in horror! She knew what the
guards were
like. Rough, coarse cruel beasts who would betray their Dutchess for
sex without a second
thought.. More men! More rape! She couldn't bear it, she couldn't!
Ridding herself of all
dignity, she dove at his feet! "NOOO! Please. I CAN'T! Not that! NOT
GANG RAPE!
PLEASE DON'T LET THEM GANG RAPE MEEEEEEE! " Her speech gave way to
heavy sobs. He leaned down.
" Baby, rape is the best thing that's going to happen to you when the
Witchfinder
gets his hands on you, " he smiled. "Better do as we say, cunt, or it
will be a well fucked
corpse he gets!"
"Remember what I said, you obey," and he dragged her on her still
wobbly legs to the side
of his horse.. She couldn't beg anymore; she just cried.
Matt looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of stuck
up cunt who
wouldn't give a guy like him the time of day. Well, now the shoe was
on the other foot. He
smiled broadly as he tied the ropes around her wrist to his saddle
ring. For an instant
Melissa looked at what he was doing in confusion, then, when
realization set in, she
begged, "Oh, no, please. I can't. I can't."
The two men mounted their horses, and Matt called out, "It's only
three miles. You oughta
be able to keep up!" And laughing, the men started at a trot.
Of course, she realized, that's why they had whipped her then. She
could barely stand, let
alone run. This was just more cruelty. She cried. Why? Why? They
lurched onto the road,
and the beautiful woman was yanked forward, and flew onto her stomach.
The men
stopped. "Put these on, Matt ordered," and handed her her boots Nearly
winded, Melissa
did as she was told, and then stood as best she could, naked except
for the calf length
boots on her feet. They started again, this time at a walk.
. . They kept to a slow speed, and she jogged behind it on
blistering feet,
naked, enslaved, helpless. A beautiful young woman on her way to her
death. Blood ran in
thin streaks down her belly where it had scraped on the stony road
when she had fallen,
and lashmarks across her bottom and thighs glowed red, and grew blue
with bruising.
But it would be three miles. And the hot sun was rising. And at the
end of the
line....
Melissa tried to block her thoughts as the horse pulled her through
the farmlands, toward
the looming castle, and the waiting Witchfinder.
It was sundown, and the two men had been forced to halt, and give the
suffering
little woman water, and clothing, for as they neared the castle, they
were unwilling to give
up thier prey without the promised gold. But first she must be
smuggled inside the gates,
and into the guard quarters. And then the reward gold would be
collected, but not until
after the guards had finished using her. Matt was charging them one
gold piece for fifteen
minutes of her use.
The two guards passed unnoticed into the castle with Melissa draped
over the tall
guards horse, and covered with a blanket.The two men went directly to
a small building
set apart from the guards quarters, and thrust Melissa inside.
She dropped onto a bedroll which she found lying there and immeadiatly
fell into
an exhausted sleep The two men covered her with a blanket. She did not
awaken until
rough hands grasped her, and carried her into a large assembly room.
She had arrived at
the castle's guard quarters, and the first of her tortures..
Melissa quickly discovered that the castle guards were in no hurry to
inform the
Witchfinder of her capture.
She suddenly realized that Matt and his partner were going to make a
whore out of
her!
Melissa was easily picked up and carried to a nearby bed where she was
laid
spread-eagle. Her arms and legs were both held outstretched and she
felt hands roaming
across her entire body. Her breasts and nipples were pinched and
roughly squeezed and
she felt a new sensation. Hands were roaming between her legs and
feeling between the
cheeks of her ass.
She glanced forward and saw a large man step between her legs.
Feeling his cock
at the entrance to her vagina, she began to scream but the sound was
quickly choked off
by a hand over her mouth. She tried to bite but was unsuccessful.
The large man pressed his cock against her and quickly
entered her to the hilt. The hand across her mouth held back her
muffled scream of pain.
The man began plunging himself into her and each movement was a mix of
horror and pain
to her. Within a few minuets, Melissa felt the man tense and moan and
felt him contract
within her. The warm rush of sperm flooded her vagina. No sooner had
the man
withdrawn from her than another man took his place between her legs.
Again, Melissa felt
a cock shoved roughly into her. At almost the same time, another man
climbed onto the
table and knelt over her chest, his cock aiming straight for her face.
He forced himself
into her mouth causing her to gag. She tried to move her head away to
one side and then
another but hands kept her motionless.
The man between her legs spent himself and was replaced by yet
another man. The
pain she had felt with the first man was being replaced by a sore ache
now and dryness
was quickly being replaced by a squishy, moist feeling.
Suddenly, the man on her chest tensed and grabbed her head
tightly. Melissa felt the
man's cock spasm and the man pushed deeply into her mouth, filling her
throat with
the head of his cock. As he then pulled forward, she felt another
spasm and a thick salty
fluid filled the back of her throat. Again she gagged but the man
kept plunging himself
in and out of her mouth. Finally, he withdrew and wiped the head of
his cock across her
face leaving a small blob of sperm on her cheek. Melissa began to gag
uncontrollably and
found herself growing faint.
Another large guard slowly walked up to Melissa and grabbed her hair.
Kissing
her, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. The taste of stale
stout and tobacco
smoke made her choke but the man held her firm to him. She dropped her
eyes trying to
see around her.
Lying there naked, tied spread eagled to the heavy table, trying
to catch her breathe,
she was aware of at least six men standing around her, most of them
with their cocks
standing out straight. Someone grabbed her breasts and pulled them
high, yanking on her
nipples so that she cried out.
Another one of the men shoved his cock at her face.
"Open your fuckin' mouth, bitch," someone yelled as Melissa stared
dazedly at the
huge cock in her face.
It was endless, it seemed She felt one man after another mount her
until her
entire lower body became numb. She gazed as if in a dream as a man
shot whitish semen
across her face and then rubbed it into her skin.
Melissa's hair lay slicked back from the combination of sweat and
sperm that
covered it, and the beauty who had left the castle the day before was
now almost
unrecognizable. Her eye was blackened, her buns black and blue, her
breasts bleeding
from the nipples., and her face was swollen from slaps given by the
men who felt she was
not responding with enough hip action.
Finally, it seemed to be over. The men had stopped assaulting
the helpless woman and
left her lying on the table alone.
One of the guards walked up to her and noticed that Melissa had now
lost
consciousness and lay utterly limp, exhausted, in shock, and unable
to move. She closed
her eyes and heard voices that seemed to be coming from far away.
"What the fuck we gonna do now?"
"Kill the bitch."
"Fuck, we could keep her here for a while."
"Yeah, it'd be a shame to lose good young meat like
that!"
"Right, and fuck, we'd end up hanging from the Witchfinder's
gibbet. We fuckin' gotta
get rid of her. Call the Ropemaster"
Melissa found herself drifting into unconsciousness and
darkness, unable to concentrate further.
Melissa opened her eyes to darkness. Her entire body ached and, to
her dread,
she was unable to move. Her arms and legs had been tied tightly to
the sides of some sort
of platform and some sort of strap held her forehead tightly against
the same wooden
boards. Her mouth was strapped shut and she found it hard to breathe.
It was cold and
damp and the young girl suddenly realized she was laying there nude,
but still alive!.
The thoughts of her horrible experience came flooding back to her
and she began to
cry, making it harder still for her to breathe. She gasped for air
through her nose, making
snorting sounds as she tried to get oxygen into her body.
Suddenly, a sheet was removed from her, exposing her naked body to
view, and
she realized that she was in her Mistresses quarters.
Patricia entered with the Whipmaster, and saw the tableau. The naked
helpless
figure of her maid, bound to a board, bruised, and gagged, the evil
smiles of the
Witchfinder and his henchmen circled about, and the Witchfinder spoke.
"You have proven yourself to be in league with the witches of this
place.! For that
you must stand trial!"
Patricia, overwhelmed by the sight of her maid, and realizing that it
meant her
certain death, fell to the floor in a faint. The Witchfinder gestured
to the Ropemaster, and
he lifted the woman to her bed, and laid her down carefully. Later she
would pay for the
treachery, but for now, she must remain unmarked.
Patricia slowly became aware. She raised her head slightly from where
she lay on
the bed, and saw the three men she most feared in the world The
Witchfinder, the torturer,
and the Ropemaster.
To her horror, she realized that the girl lying naked on the floor was
her maid,
Melissa. Had she been captured before reaching the Duke? Her heart
sank.
The Ropemaster was lying on top of Melissa, his fat belly pressed
tightly down
against hers, her slim legs wide splayed, his hips working up and down
faster and faster,
with in increasing vigor. From where she lay, Patricia could see the
long cock sliding in
and out of her maid's small body, and hear the squishy sounds. The
other two stood
watching, naked from the waist down, the Ropemaster was obviously the
last of the three
to have raped the girl.
Finally, she heard the unmistakable sounds of the Ropemaster grunting
in orgasm,
and she squeezed her eyes tightly closed avoiding the sight of her
poor maid being so
cruelly used. When she heard the men talking, and the sounds of a wet
cock being drawn
from a meaty sheath, she opened her eyes to see the Witchfinder
kneeling over her, his
long cock dangling almost in her face.
"So you are awake, my little Dutchess."
He held up a bottle half full of a clear liquid." This is alcohol, my
dear, very high
proof, and I have decided that you have been very disobedient, and to
punish you, we will
demonstrate how only a few drops of this liquid placed properly, can
change the mind of
the most stubborn bitch alive."
She squirmed from under him, and stood proudly on her feet and
shouted " You
are mad. My husband will have you drawn and quartered for this, and
all of you will rot in
hell"!
The Witchfinder smiled grimly, " You are wrong, bitch. You will submit
yourself
in total submission to my will, and be eager to beg to be my absolute
slave. You will offer
me your body, mind, and soul without reservation, my dear Patricia,
because you are
already in my power physically, and it only but remains to break your
stubborn pride to
make you my complete slave."
He rose, towering over the small woman, and in a voice that grew
louder as he
spoke said, " You may be a Duchess by marriage, and a Princess by
birth, but here in this
place", and he leaned over her and slapped her lightly across her
mouth, " You are just
another cunt, and may be used in any fashion we decide is pleasurable
to us."
He struck her again, this time slapping hard her on her full breast, "
You are a
whore to me. Acknowledge me as your master, now, and after we use your
cunt for a
while, then and only then will you ever see your Duke again", and so
saying, he handed the
bottle to the torturer.
The Ropemaster tied Patricia in a special fashion. She was now
bound so that
her left wrist was tied tightly to her left ankle, and her right wrist
to her right ankle,
forcing her to assume an utterly defenseless posture. She watched the
men as they grasped
her maid, and turning her face down, they forced the poor girl's knees
unto her shoulders,
and pressed her slim thighs wide apart.
Melissa now knelt with her face to the floor, knees far apart, her
hands bound
tightly behind her back. Exposed and defenseless, she still had
courage.
"He knows!", Melissa cried out to Patricia, "I found the Duke, and he
will be here
within days!', she lied. She had been captured long before she had
reached London and
the Duke, but she hoped to frighten off the Witchfinder and his men.
Patricia's heart leaped at the news, then fell as she heard the
Witchfinder laugh.
"The cunt lies," he purred, " The men who brought her here captured
her
yesterday, and kept her to play with overnight. She is a very clever
maid, but her lies have
doomed her."
"You, Patricia, are the only one who can save your maid from a death
by hanging.
You will tell the Duke that all is well, fuck him as a good wife is
expected to do, and
speak nothing ill of our group, or learn the consequences of defying
the Witchfinder!"
"No! Patricia screamed, " You will all die when he learns what you
have done
here!' Release us now!"
The torturer gagged her, and turned to the helpless maid..
Melissa felt the torturer spreading her buttocks with the thumb and
forefinger of
his left hand, but could not see, as Patricia did, the Whipmaster soak
a generous plum
sized wad of cotton with the alcohol and hand it to the torturer.
He glanced up at the Witchfinder, who spoke to Patricia.
"Only you can save yourself now. You must submit, or endure not only
this
torture, but others worse than this. If you continue to be stubborn,
you will be forced to
undergo the same treatment over and over until your belly is burned
free of feeling."
He nodded to the torturer who put the mass of cotton against Melissa's
quivering,
whip striped buttocks, found the crack, and with a fierce thrust of
his thumb, buried the
cotton wad inside the secret brown ring of her anus, thrusting it down
deep into her torn
rectum.
For a few instants the unwitting captive remained motionless, then the
alcohol
produced it's effect, and a horrible burning sensation seared the
sensitive mucus membrane
of her anus, producing an abominable torture.
Shrieking with her suffering, the poor girl tried to fling her arms
behind her to try
to rip out the diabolical suppository he had just buried, but her
bindings only allowed her
to make convulsive attempts, her nails digging into her own flesh in
agony as she
screamed again and again with agony, then in a high pitched half
scream she cried
"Mistress, Mistress, save me, I am on fire, I am burning inside"
Her bottomhole was now the prey of hell's own fire. Melissa uttered
frenzied
shrieks and animal noises, kicking her legs about, as much as the
bindings would permit.
Finally she rolled her entire slim body this way and that, wiggling in
the most feverish ,
uncontrollable way on the floor in front of the aroused men, and the
terrified Duchess,
whose muffled cries echoed those of the poor maid, though hers were
from fear, and
Melissa's were from the burning agony of her bunghole.
Her shrieks, mingled with agonized pleadings for mercy, filled the
room, as the
Witchfinder turned to the bound duchess and spoke," What a cruel bitch
you are to allow
your poor innocent maid to undergo the torture that you deserve, and
it is so easy to stop.
Just accept me as your master, and all this will be at an end"
Patricia nodded violently, and the Witchfinder slipped down her gag.
She choked
out through her sobs, "Yes, yes, you monster, let her go, let them all
go, I will do your
bidding"
"I thought you would, you little cunt!," the Witchfinder grated., and
glanced at the
Torturer who was holding the cheeks of the helpless girls buttocks
together with one hand
while he controlled her movements with the other.
"Ah, but I wonder if you are sincere", he mused as he watched the
helpless maid
writhing in front of them.
He knelt and spoke loudly into Melissa's ear, " You will keep that
inside your
bunghole my dear, until your mistress has decided to suck us all off
in her sweet mouth,
one at a time, and then beg for our mercy"
"I will, I will," cried Patricia, tears streaming down her face, "Let
her go, remove
the cotton at once, I will do all you ask".
The torturer released his grip on the agonized little maid's bottom,
and gripping
the writhing little woman firmly, he still had considerable difficulty
unbinding one wrist.
Melissa's freed hand flew to her bottom and groping and scratching
frantically with
her numbed fingers, found her tortured bottom which was convulsively
opening and
closing, and with a cry, pulled the half ejected cotton from her
swelling anus.
She fell back to the floor in exhaustion, her belly convulsing again,
and again, still
in agony, for such was the effect of the strong chemical that it was
several moments before
the burning began to diminish.
The Witchfinder picked up the filthy, alcohol soaked mass of cotton
and held it
toward Patricia. "To remind you of your promise," he grated
Melissa was unbound, but so powerful had been the agony that it was
several
minutes before she could stop her involuntary convulsing, and remove
her hands from her
flaming bunghole. Exhausted, since her slim naked body had been raped
repeatedly by her
captors, now tortured horribly by the fiery chemical, she at length
had reached the limits of
her endurance, and slipped slowly down unconscious, and lay limp on
the floor.
The Witchfinder gestured to Milo." Take her to the cook, for service
in the
kitchen".
The men glanced at each other. The Ropemaster asked to escort the
maid, and
Milo agreed. All present knew her fate was settled, and that she would
never be seen again
alive. But she would still entertain the cook, and the other men for a
while.
Before they butchered her.
(To Be continued)
(part 4 )
revised 12/27/95, split into three sections, 01/15/96