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WITCH WASHING [ part 1 ] “… And by the trials of holy water shall ye be cleansed of conspiring with the known witch Beatrice. For not admitting to knowing of the witch Beatrice ye shall receive 20 lashes in the stocks. Know ye young Molly that ye shall be watched carefully to see if thee has the devil within thee then.” The scribe read aloud the fate to befall young Molly. Many have been tried, convicted and punished. The witch Beatrice herself had already been burned at the stake after admitting to participating in worshipping the devil. --**-- Later that day… Molly was strapped down to the table, devoid of any clothing and watched by three of the towns elders. The mother Maguire came to her with the cow bladder bag which was frothing over with the soapy hot water that had been blessed by the father Damien. Molly’s legs were in leather manacles and held up by means of two ropes from the ceiling. Her arms were tied to the table above her head and a rope was about her neck and chest. She had quit crying and protesting and awaited her fate. Maguire made quick work of hanging the bag high and running the sewn in sheep intestine which was attached firmly by way of tar to the large stone nozzle. The nozzle was indeed some inch and a half across at its widest point and nearly six inches long. Molly had already had her neither hole greased with bear fat laced with ground ginger root. It burned badly but not as badly as she would feel when the water started. The nozzle was brought up to Molly’s backside and she began to scream as the nozzle widened her narrow orifice. She screamed as loud as she could and thrashed her head from side to side as the nozzle went in. Finally it was in place and strapped on with leather. Molly continued to scream as the nozzle did not narrow down but only grew wider as it went. Finally beginning to accommodate the width of it she began to settle someone and could only sob pitifully. “And now the holy water if you please.” One of the elders said. Molly began to scream as the hot, soapy water entered her, burning all the way. As the cow bladder flattened Molly’s young fifteen year old stomach swelled. After nearly fifteen minutes the bladder was empty and mother Maguire tied off the intestine tube. Molly suffered miserably as the nearly three quarts of hot, soapy water burned and churned inside of her. “Please, please let it out. I did not help Beatrice.” Molly begged. Indeed she didn’t really know the woman they called Beatrice the witch. She had only stopped to ask Beatrice for directions to the Elder Brown’s home since he had recently built a new house outside of town. Unknowingly the witch was being watched. “Silence child. You must be purged of the evil within you that the witch has placed. You partook of the fruit she offered you. It is the only way to cast out the evil spell she placed upon the fruit.” Molly suffered more. She wriggled to and fro attempting to relieve the incredible pressure in her gut. The weak lye and lemon juice soap burned terribly. The ginger grease was now the least of her problems. The three elders watched as the naked young girl suffered. Each of them had his hands in his pockets and was secretly stroking himself. After the prescribed waiting period mother Maguire removed the large nozzle slowly and carefully. “Now you must hold the holy water within you young Molly lest the devil be allowed back in.” Molly clenched her asscheeks tightly together and tried to bring her knees together to help. It was impossible with the ropes holding her manacled ankles in the air. She was moaning and sobbing pitifully now. “Please, please it hurts!” “Now you know what happens when you conspire with Satan.” One of the elders said. Mother Maguire then lowered Molly’s ankles and tied them tightly together. She then retied the young girls hands together. Two of the elders lifted the girl up and carried her to the stocks that had been set up in the barn. Molly’s head was placed into the three piece stock and the board brought in place. Next her hands were untied and placed in the other two positions. She was bent over by the lowness of the stocks and her fine, shapely ass was raised up by a post that was affixed horizontally for that purpose. Her ankles were then tied to a ring in the floor of the stocks. One of the elders approached her with the whip. It was a whip normally used for whipping cattle and served double duty at whipping witches. Not that Molly was accused of being a witch but she was being punished for talking to one. Such was pre-colonial America. As the first fall of the whip snapped Molly tensed up every muscle in her young body to try and alleviate the pain. A long howl escaped her throat that seemed to go on and on through the second fall of the whip. She tensed her muscles tightly, knowing that to let any of the hot, burning soapy water out would result in much worse punishment. Such a fate had befallen young Sarah Williams two days ago. As the twentieth and last fall of the whip came to silence young Molly was crying so loudly that one of the elders had his hands over her ears. All three elders inspected her bloody rump to see what the whip had done. They were also inspecting to make sure she still held her water. Indeed a few drops had dribbled out along with a good amount of blood from her torn asshole. The tearing occurring from the poorly polished nozzle which had been used on her and the fact that instead of relaxing to allow it in she had tensed up as mother Maguire pushed in into place. “There is some water here.” One of the elders commented. “Aye, there is. Might have been from the stone leaking though. I didn’t remember to wipe her clean first. Please forgive my error sir.” Mother Maguire said, failing to mention that she had forgot on purpose. She knew full well that no one could hold the enema without some leakage. Thankfully the blood mixed with the water and it wasn’t apparent just how much had leaked. “She is clean.” Another elder said and then hurried out of the barn. He went directly to his favorite hiding place and brought forth his seed in as fast of a manner as possible. Seeing the witches punished did this to him and he too would be punished if anyone found out. Molly was taken down and taken out to the designated area to release her water, still naked. When she returned to the barn everyone was gone. She retrieved her dress and put it on, still sobbing at the pain on and in her ass. Indeed she smarted when she sat for some week and didn’t get back to a normal soiling for nearly as long. |