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INQUISITION This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to real events, locals or any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Juan Califon, the Grand Inquisitor, sat at his desk and starred at the man who nervously stood in front of him. Privately he thought the man to have courage coming to him, but it was a stupid form of courage that would serve him little good. John Holmes was his name, so his spies had informed him, and he was a Potter by trade, and a good one by all accounts. His arms and shoulders bulged with the muscles developed through years of spinning clay whilst his hands were stained with the powder used to seal the earthenware. Behind him in the corner of the hall stood his wife and young daughter. "Why do you come here to tell me these things?" the Inquisitor asked. "We know you to be Protestant. I need little other reason to put you to the test and have you condemned," he told the man. From the far corner of the grand hall where his wife and daughter stood he could hear the sound of weeping. John licked his lips, a sheen of sweat forming across his brow as he fell to his knees on the hard stone floor. "Please your Eminence. Please, allow me time to put my business in order, and then we’ll leave the country for good," John pleaded. "No doubt you will take all your valuables with you leaving us destitute, after offering you the hand of friendship!" the Inquisitor argued. The lord had looked kindly on the elderly Inquisitor and he still had the strength to pound his desk and shout over the pleading man kneeling before him. The guards standing along the walls of the hall moved slightly, as if readying themselves for action, and John cringed as he heard his daughter’s weeping become louder. “No, no Sire. We will leave it all behind. I swear! Just allow me a day, please your Eminence!” John pleaded. The Inquisitor let calmness return to him and picked up the goblet on the desk to sip at the rich full wine before looking again at the bowed and humbled man kneeling before him and watched as the guards relaxed and eased themselves back into the shadows. "Come forward!" he called, waving his hand to the distant figures of the wife and child and smiling. His grin cracked his face and stayed there by the power of his will as the homely woman crept nervously forward, the child held before her, clutching tightly to her mother’s skirts. The child's parentage was easily discernable. She had her father's hair and his strong jaw, and she had her mother's large eyes and full lips. A pretty little girl, and the elderly inquisitor's eyes travelled down from her face, his years of experience letting him judge the figure that lay under the plain skirt and bodice she wore. "Please Sir, let us leave Spain," The mother begged, trying to distract his attention away from the child. A shawl covered her naked shoulders but not enough to hide her prominent breasts that spilled over her bodice. Nor did her full skirts hide her stout hips, always a sign of a broad bottom. The Inquisitor ran his tongue along his teeth as he considered. He could bring them before the Tribunal and have them thrown from the country or imprisoned, their assets given to the State. In either case it would cost the State money. Perhaps there was an alternative, an opportunity to have some sport with these infidels, these foreigners who thought to come to Spain and bleed her dry! “What would you do, Madam, to have me permit such a thing?" he asked, the grin still glued to his face. His eyes twinkled as the woman looked in shock towards her bowed husband, her expression speaking volumes as she pleaded with him to understand. "Please your Eminence, we are just a hard working family," she told him, her hands moving her shawl to bare the upper part of her breasts, browned by the hard Spanish sun but none the less provoking. "You didn't answer my question," he told her coldly. He picked up one of three metal objects he used as paperweights from his desk, all shaped like pears. He played with it while the smile grew on his face. The pear was made in segments and put together at one end so that a simple turning of the core pushed the segments outward. His smile grew as he recalled the last woman to feel it opening within her, stretching her until her flesh would no longer give and her flesh tore. The woman glanced again at her husband, her nervousness growing along with the Inquisitor’s smile. "Please your Eminence, perhaps if we could talk alone for a few moments," she begged. The Inquisitor considered it, keeping his temper. She had annoyed him, thinking to bargain with him. She had not learnt, yet, of the power he wielded throughout the region and more particularly the power he wielded in this hall with all his loyal guards to hand. John did though as he knelt trembling, covering his head as he waited for the world to fall upon him. "So you think to bargain with me?" he asked sharply. His anger just couldn't be stilled and it began to make him shake, seeking an outlet through his iron hard body and the metal shaped pear banging loudly onto his desk as he dropped it. "So you think you can sway me with your charms!" he cried, rising to his feet and pushing his heavy chair backwards. "Guards! Seize them!" he cried, pointing to the woman and child whilst the man cried out in terror. The Inquisitor inhaled, filling his lungs until they hurt as the woman and child were torn violently from each other's grip, there to be held from behind by a stout guard, their arms pulled together making the woman whimper and the child weep. "Your Eminence, they meant no harm!" John cried, his arms stretched towards the priest. "One more word and I will have your tongue cut from your throat!" the Inquisitor spat. John cringed and quivered on the floor, his wide and staring eyes begging on behalf of his wife and child. The Inquisitor picked up the knife from his desk and strode over towards the woman and child, cleaning his nails with the tip and smiling at the widening eyes of his guests. "You thought to persuade me with your charms, eh woman?" he asked. "Forgive me Sire. I only did what I thought was what you wanted," she wept. "Hold her!” he told the guard. He raised the knife and the woman screamed. Beside her, her daughter screamed too, and tried to escape her captors, pulling and tugging as she desperately tried to protect her mother. The knife plunged down, sliding between the woman's dress and her breasts, the sharp edge tearing cloth and the bindings of her corset. Cloth gapped and the woman's pale breasts and rounded belly surged forward, skin blemished by the tight fitting corset she had worn. Eyes wide, she stared at her exposed chest. For a moment she seemed relieved that the knife hadn't plunged into her, only into her clothes. Then she noticed that the Inquisitor and the guards were all grinning at her nudity and their villainous eyes made her weep and struggle to cover herself. "No! Leave her alone,” the child cried, in strident tones that cut across her mother's loud sobbing. It caught the Inquisitor’s attention and he turned toward the child, his eyes draining her rebellion to leave her cringing in the arms of the guard. "So you think you can protect your mother?" he asked. The child looked into his eyes, her own filled with nervousness, and nodded. The Inquisitor laughed. The girl looked hurt and struggled once more to be free, her slender young form dwarfed by the grinning guard who held her from behind. "Put her on the Cross," he ordered. "Oh no, please Your Eminence, she's only a child!" wept the mother. "Sweet Jesus!" sobbed the father from his place on the floor. "Please Sire, not my family, I beg you!" John pleaded. "Without a backward glance, Juan flicked his hand at one of the guards to get his attention. "Remove his tongue," he told him. He then continued to watch as the struggling child was dragged to the wall where stout beams of wood crossed each other to form a large X shape. The child wept and screamed, struggling with all her might to escape the burly guards who so casually forced her wrists into the leather jackets that would hold them, then bent to do the same with her tiny ankles. Whilst the child screamed and struggled, her mother had fallen limp in the arms of her own guards. She was weeping and incoherently begging for leniency as her husband's face was forced back and ugly black, long handled pincers, were used to pull his tongue from his mouth and hold it stretched for the guard with the knife. The man's gurgle of pain was drowned by the scream his wife gave as the knife sliced through his extended tongue, severing it from his mouth to leave him busily spitting blood and tears onto the floor. Ignoring it, Juan calmly walked over to the weeping child and caressed her cheek, wet from her tears. "What is your name?" he asked. “Hannah," she replied in halting words before noticing her father and wailing at the sight of him. "That’s what happens to those who don't do as I ask. Do you understand?" he asked pleasantly. “Yes, your Eminence,” Hannah replied nervously. “How old are you?” he asked. “Eleven,” Hannah replied, her chest tightening in fear. She watched the old man lift the knife he still held and a new level of terror overwhelmed her. Screaming what she thought would be her last; she lost control of her body. As the knife plunged, severing the ties of her bodice and before cutting through the waist of her skirts, her bladder gave way and her urine gushed from her little body. Hannah’s clothes slid from her and as they dropped away became splattered with the urine from her bladder. It cascaded from her little cunt, poised perfectly between her outstretched thighs, and shone brightly, transfixing everyone with its beauty. The Inquisitor watched as the sobbing girl urinated on her clothes. He admired her slender body, liking the paleness of her skin that allowed slender blue veins to show from beneath its surface. Stretched, her hipbones rose sharply to either side of her abdomen, her skin pulled taut and flat. Similarly her little breasts, if she did indeed had any, were stretched flat by her raised arms, just the soft deep pink skin around her little nipples rising from her flat chest. That was also true of her hairless cunt where her spread thighs had flattened her vulva leaving the shaft of her prepuce uncovered and totally vulnerable. Hannah’s urine came to a slow stop, the final lees sliding down her quivering thighs to drip finally from the level of her knees, but her crying continued unabated, tears running across her cheeks to drip constantly onto her pale trunk, decorating it with the glistening water. "Please your Eminence, oh please, please!" her mother cried out from where she was held, a litany not so different to the many others who had preceded her in this hall, Juan reflected. "I shall be lenient and fair," he announced, turning from the little girl to the parents. John looked up, blood and spittle still running down his chin while the wife's crying and begging ceased for a few moments as she stared in hope towards him. "How much would you say is your business worth?" he asked. "Two hundred gold crown? Three hundred gold crown?" he asked. John shook his head, swallowing the salty blood in his mouth rather than spit it out and risk offending the priest. A few days ago he may have been lucky to get 150, perhaps 180 crowns, but now, now they knew he would have to hurriedly sell, he'd be lucky to get 100 crowns. "I think two hundred crowns," the Inquisitor told him. "You are free to go. I will amuse myself with your family until you return with that sum of money to show me that your property has been sold," he informed the man. A wave of his hand and the guards jumped forward to seize the Potter, pulling him up from where he garbled unintelligently and spat blood, to drag him back towards the outer door. The mother wailed and tried escaping her guards, but they just gripped her more tightly, their grins growing as they watched her heavy breasts sway with her struggles. The guards knew from experience that the elderly Inquisitor would involve them in his pleasures as he only took his pleasures from watching. The other guards grinned too. Their pay was not much, but the fringe benefits were marvellous and they cautiously looked at the little girl, weeping on the cross, and imagined just how tight she would be, whilst they feasted their eyes on her naked charms. “Fasten her to the ceiling facing her daughter. I want them to be able to see each other!" the Inquisitor ordered. Flicking his wrist to get the attention of a guard he had his chair brought over to where the mother and child were being prepared. Ropes that ran around oiled wheels on the ceiling were taken from the wall and brought across to be tied to the distraught woman's wrists, then pulled and tied off to leave her suspended from her arms, just the tip of her toes touching the cold stone floor. Mother and daughter looked at each other and wept, their eyes conveying their love for each other whilst guard’s ogled the spectacle of a topless and mature woman held up by her wrists, lifting her breasts to a provocative angle while, in front of her, her naked daughter shook in her own bonds, bonds that held her thighs wide apart for all to admire her innocent little cunt. "What is your name woman?" he asked calmly. "Alice," she responded, her weeping dying slightly with the hope that he wanted to speak to her and not harm them. "I believe in fairness above all things Alice," he remarked to her, and stepping forward with his knife once again, cut the bindings of her skirts and helped them fall away with a tug of his hand. Alice wailed and turned her head away as the guards feasted their eyes on her cunt and bottom. Eyes hot with lust, some dreamt of burying their heads in the full and meaty folds of her hairy vulva while other's imagined ploughing their cocks deep inside watching her reaction as her hot and clammy cunt surrounded them. Other's viewed her broad bottom and imagined it ready for their taking. "Made to bounce upon!" one guard remarked, his imagination leading him to lick his lips. "Part her thighs!" Juan ordered, his eyes turning towards the girl to smile at her shock. A third rope soon joined the first two, this one going to one ankle to lift it, pulling her thighs wide apart and leaving her hovering on just one set of toes, her cunt now accessible by one and all. "Well, well. What a prize, eh men?" Juan remarked to the congregated guards, as he walked around the stretched and suspended woman. The men grinned and adjusted their clothing over their cocks, all imagining their own preferred methods of torturing the pale skinned bodies in front of them. Some gravitated towards the woman, preferring her broad bottom, large breasts and fully furred cunt. Other's found their preference was towards the child, their hearts quickening at the sight of her slender body. Her undeveloped breasts and innocent little pink vulva excited them and the thought of torturing her only served to increase the flow of their heated blood. While the men considered and gloated, the Inquisitor sauntered over to his desk and retrieved the largest of the three pear shaped ornaments. It was heavy in his hand, the size of a rich and juicy southern pear. The guards saw what he held and their grins grew. "You have upset me, do you know that woman?" he asked. He held the pear by its base and let the top slide along her quivering thigh, the one on which she half supported herself. "I meant no harm Sire," she begged. "No?" he asked. The rounded top of the pear met her crotch and he rubbed it back and forth, watching her expression while pushing the unforgiving object between the soft folds of her cunt until it lodged at her vaginal entrance. "No Sire, please, not in front of the child," Alice wept. Driven on by her pleading tone, he turned her body so her daughter would see the steady progress of the large and heavy object into the fleshy slit between her mother's thighs. Then as the object widened, he turned it, grinding it into the sobbing woman and grinning at the pale-faced child who stared at them in shock and horror. The Inquisitor gave a final push, the full strength of his arm behind it, and the wailing woman's vagina widened to accept the heavy metal pear, pink flesh closing over it while the woman shook. Grinning at his men, he stroked the weeping woman, rubbing her dry and fleshy folds before finally prying his fingers inwards to find the butterfly turn-screw at the base of the object within her. Then he began turning it, his men laughing as they anticipated the woman's pain. One turn, two turns, three turns. The woman's sobbing breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened. He grinned and pushed her pelvis forward, helping the woman's innocent daughter see his finger and thumb stuck deep in her cunt, turning the screw that pushed the segments of the pear outward, and stretching her internally. Four turns and her large hips began to squirm, her breath leaving her in bursts as she tried evading his working fingers. Prepared for this move, Juan pushed her fat hips further out before twisting the screw a full turn. "Agh! You're killing me!" she screamed. "No, no, no. Just readying you," he laughed. Then he released her and left her swaying, the mouth to her cunt opened by the pear inside of her, a dark mouth for his guards to gaze hungrily at. "What about a trade?" the Inquisitor murmured as he stepping towards the child. Her tear filled eyes slid from the sight of her mother to him, gazing at him without understanding as he selected a short rod from his evil collection of instruments hanging on the wall and bent it between his hands. "I'm sure your father has punished you, hasn't he Hannah?" he asked pleasantly. Hannah shook her head. She had never been punished, although she had seen other parents punish their children. He laughed and turned, as if about to walk away from the girl, and then his arm swung out with lightening speed to bring the rod firmly down across her midriff. Hannah screamed, the pain engulfing her while a bright welt rose across her flat belly. "Ah yes!" the old man sighed, his excitement beginning to rise. "No!" screamed the distraught mother as he delivered a second stroke, this time to raise a bright line across her budding little breasts, skin swelling quickly to decorate her chest and leave her screaming in her pain. He laughed and strolled back to stand between the mother and child, his grin making them both quiver and sob. "What would you do, to stop me punishing your child?" he asked. He snapped his fingers and a horsewhip was given to him. It was an exquisite piece of craftsmanship that had never touched a horse. From the braided black leather handle, it quickly tapered to a long and whippy arm, perfect for flicking across soft flesh where it would slice and pare. "Please Sire, have mercy!" Alice begged, tears coursing down her face. "Is that all you can say," he asked. The horsewhip snaked out, the tip blurring with the speed with which Juan used it, and Hannah tensed in agony before screaming out in pain, another red line appearing on her smooth young skin, this time across her lovely little bottom. "No, no, please!" her mother cried, her eyes wide in shock as Hannah wept with the pain, and so vividly marked by the fine red lines. Eyes wild in panic Alice stared at the Inquisitor begging for his forgiveness. "Please Sire, I'll do anything, but please don't hurt our child," she sobbed. "My guards will want servicing! Will you accept?" he asked. Alice surprised herself by finding that she could cry still more as she looked at poor little Hannah, but with little choice left she poured her heart out and then nodded her agreement. The elderly Inquisitor nodded his satisfaction and stepped away. His Sergeant at Arms undid his colourful breeches and grinned through his full beard as he released his rampant cock. A stout man, his cock was thick as well as long, the flesh a deep brown while the head gleamed with passion. Whilst Alice wept, tears streaming down her face as she prepared for her fate, the Spaniard shuffled forward, his eyes alight with evil delight. "Ah yes!" he chortled, his fingers roughly pushing into her vagina in order to loosen the pear. Turn after turn allowed the segments of the metal pear to close yet before it had fully retracted, he was able to get a firmer grip of the heavy metal object and grinning into her tear-soaked face, pulled downwards, with whoops from his men urging him onwards. New screams rent the air as Hannah screamed, her painful welts forgotten for the moment as she watched her mother suffer, as the cruel metal pear was so cruelly withdrawn. It was like giving birth all over again Alice thought, her screams abruptly stopping as the pear slipped out, dropping away to let her cunt slowly retract once more. Almost immediately the burly guard took a hold of the backs of her thighs and pulled them to either side of his body. Alice cried out turning her head away, unable to watch. "For the holy church!" he cried, thrusting his loins forward. His cry joined hers, if but for different reasons. The hall echoed to Alice's anguished cry while the guard’s exultant yell cut through it. In the same way, his large cock ploughed into her to feel her tighten around him and coat him with her hot and dry heat. As he watched the guard rape her mother’s hairy cunt, Juan went over the stand next to Hannah grinning and licking his lips as he delighted in the smoothness and innocence of her own little vulva. "No, no, no," he told her, his bony hand rising to grip her jaw and force her head back. "Don’t close your eyes child, or I will be forced to cut your eye lids off, and you wouldn’t like that would you?" he asked sweetly. Hannah whimpered and shook her head within his tight grip, a sob escaping her as she stared at her mother being jerked back and forth as the guard continued to rape her. "You know, you could stop this!" the Inquisitor murmured, his voice silky smooth in the child’s ear, his fingers trembling as they stroked her vulva, feeling the firmness, the smoothness and the warmth within. The Sergeant at Arms cried out, shuddering with passion as he emptied his balls into Alice, then stepped back and grinned at his men. "You’re next Carlos," he told his second in command, a lanky guard who loved to kill slowly, a slender little knife always ready at his side. Carlos grinned as he stepped forward, his trousers undone. His cock was like him, long and slender, a vein running thickly along the underside while open sores decorated the shaft. Like the Sergeant before him, he reached for the thighs of the woman and lifted the untied thigh to wrap them to either side of his wiry form. Grinning with excitement he pushed forward and giggled as his cock missed the mark and slid through the pale white sperm dribbling from the woman’s already defiled cunt. "Your poor, poor mother," the Inquisitor whispered, his eyes delighting in the agony on Hannah’s little face as his fingers traced the tender red welts on her slender young body, trembling with all the excitement it brought him. Carlos shoved again, this time his cock finding the mark and slipping into the seed lubricated passage in front of him. Alice wailed a second time, her mouth trying to find some way of obtaining their pardon, and yet no words would come out, just dribble. Carlos surged forward a second time and deeper than the last, pushing her apart with his rampant cock. His hands gripped her thighs, bruising her tender flesh as he levered himself against her suspended body, jerking and grunting as he ploughed back and forth with the lust of an animal. "You could put a stop to this," the Inquisitor murmured once again, his breath held as his fingers meandered across her delicate and smooth flesh to feel the tiny pink buds of Hannah’s nipples. "Please," Hannah told him, weeping her heart out. "Please what?" he asked. In front of her, Carlos was ravishing her mother with even more urgency, his face held before her, panting his sordid breath across her face as he worked himself up to a fever pitch. "Please, stop it. I'll do anything, anything," Hannah wept. "Anything?" the Inquisitor trembled. Scene after scene sped before his eyes as his imagination honed over forty years of experience fed his excitement. His fingernail scraped the child's lower belly and felt her abdominal muscles flutter like a dove in his hands before he killed it. "Anything at all?" he asked. "Yes, yes! Please!" Hannah cried weeping for her mother as the strong and burly guard thrust harshly, jerking to the pulse of his jetting seed until, with an evil grin, he eased away. The Inquisitor let Hannah see the mess the guard had caused before releasing her jaw and letting her turn her head away. Her mother’s cunt was vivid, made raw by the forced pounding of the guard’s cocks. Her dark curly pubic hair was matted with their seed while still more dribbled slowly out of her, falling with long sticky trails to the floor between her thighs. "Turn the beams!" Juan called. The guards grinned and reached for the crossed beams on which the child had been fastened. The bolts holding the wooden arms to the wall were then released and the whole structure turned about its middle like the spokes of a wheel. Hannah cried out and looked nervously about her, her crying forgotten as her body was turned upside down. The bolts were returned to their new places and Hannah's weeping re-started, soft pleading coming from between her lips as the guard’s gathered around her, looking with fresh excitement at her lovely little pink cunt, now upturned and perfectly presented. "Perfecto!" Juan cried his eyes alight as he too gazed at her innocent little cunt formed by the smooth curve of her labia. As the lips tapered towards her bottom, they created a tender little hollow in which her vagina nestled, the entrance peeking at him with a child-like shyness. The Inquisitor drew apart his scarlet robe and fumbled with the fastenings and cursed the young boys who had dressed him that morning. At last, he managed to draw apart the fabric and reached for his cock, grinning as he waggled it in front of the inverted child, offering it to her still wrapped in its cotton cocoon. "Ah, ever eager, aren't they," he laughed, watching as Hannah turned her head away, her weeping turning to sobs that shook her young and bound form. A bow held the wrapped cotton together at the base of his large cock. He undid it with a pull and grinned as the bindings loosened and fell away, allowing his cock the freedom to grow. The scent of the herbs and wine-vinegar in which his cock had been wrapped was released into the air and Hannah gagged as the strong clotting smell hit her. "Not many have had the privilege of being anointed with my holiness," he told Hannah, shuffling forward and bending his knees to bring his rising cock level with her terrified face. Staring down at her, at her lovely young body held bound star like to the beams, his rampant cock grew, swelling and stretching, the vinegar-hardened flesh freshly cracking while a pale creamy puss formed at the tip. "Suck it!" he breathed. Hannah squealed and shook her head. The Inquisitor reached out and grabbed her ear, twisting it until her mouth opened to scream and then thrust, gasping with the delight of feeling her gagged cry through his cock. "Ah, yes!" he sighed, driving deeper into her mouth as her body contorted in her bonds. He looked down at her little pink cunt, delighting in the way her thighs twisted, changing its shape from one moment to the other as the child fought to breathe and escape him. "Please, oh please, not my baby!" Alice wailed from close by, weeping miserably as she was forced to watch the bottom of the old Inquisitor clench and relax in the rhythm of his surges into her daughter’s mouth. "What a tongue the child has!" Juan cried, surging to the back of her mouth as her tongue worked to try and push his cock out. He released her ears and brought his hands up to frame her cunt, captivated by its youth and apparent innocence. A gentle pull while his loins swivelled, feeding her his cock from different angles, and her fleshy vulva broke apart and spread. Bright inner pink flesh was revealed along with the soft shaft of her prepuce standing guard over the tiny mouth of her urinary tract. Breath held he looked at her vagina, gazing avidly at the brightly tinged flesh, the little innocent hole in which her hymen could just be seen. "Please, please, not my daughter," Alice wept. The Inquisitor’s soft fingers became claws as he pulled her firm young bottom cheeks apart to grin at the delicate pink little anus he'd unveiled. The sight of it clenching made him jerk harder into her sobbing mouth, filling her with his rancid cock and plugging her gullet with the swollen head. As she quivered and thrashed uncontrollably, his inquisitive fingers held her revealed, watching her contortions as she struggled to breathe. Then, when her little body began to collapse in her bonds through lack of air, he stopped and pulled away. Hannah sucked in a great lungful of air and sobbed anew while the guard’s around her just laughed. Juan strode across to her mother and stroked his cock. "What would you do to save your daughter's innocence?" he asked. "Whatever Sire. Whatever you wish Sire, but please don't hurt her, please Your Excellence!" she sobbed and wept. "Fetch the chair, the one with the lever," he ordered. The guards grinned at each other as two of them strode to the side of the room where the large oak chair stood, looking little different to those on either side of it. They placed it beside the suspended woman and helped to take her down as the ropes were eased off, removing her from one restraint to seat her in the large chair and place new restraints upon her knees, elbows and wrists. "See, I am allowing your mother to sit," the Inquisitor remarked to the inverted child. His hand moved between her parted thighs to be held poised ready to allow his fingernails to draw patterns on the soft flesh of her little vulva. His grin broadened as she struggled to escape his touches, fresh tears now sliding over her brow and into her hair. "Come now! Did you not tell me you would do anything, absolutely anything to ease your mother's suffering?" he asked. While he spoke, his finger travelled back and edged between the cheeks of her bottom, grinning as he felt humid moisture within the crevice turning to oily slickness as he came upon her little clenched anus. "Please Sire, please don't!" Alice cried, leaning forward in the chair as the guards finished ensuring that her knees were adequately fastened to the outer edges of the seat and that she was positioned directly over the broad slot in the seat of the chair. Juan grinned at the woman, allowing his finger to feel the fluttering pulse of the young girl through her anal ring. A teasing press upon it from his finger and the ring would clench with renewed vigour while a new burst of crying would come from the child. Such control excited the old man. "Would you like to see your mother burn?" he asked softly, his finger turning to present the tip to her quivering anus. Hannah wept, tossing her head from side to side in her horror. "I can place you down-wind of the pyre," he remarked softly, visualising it in his mind. "You will not only see her slowly burn, but be able to smell her as she slowly cooks," he told her. Hannah wailed, pleading through her tears for leniency. "Relax then girl. Save your mother!" the Inquisitor urged, his finger ready to feel her open to him. He could have just as easily pushed his finger into her, and had done so with many other boys and girls but this child was special. He wanted her to give in to him, and he could feel her beginning to do so, her anus beginning to quiver as she forced herself to relax. "Remember your mother!" the Inquisitor cried. A true grin of pleasure lit up his face as he slowly entered her anal passage and he slid his digit inwards to feel the rippling of her colon whilst her heightened crying spoke of the ordeal she was undergoing. Slowly, ever deeper, his long nail scraped her anal passage as he forced his entire digit into the child. "There!" he announced proudly. The guards licked their lips and eyed the fist that now touched the girl's pale little bottom. They all hoped to try the same thing; their cocks stretching as they tried imagining just how tight her anus would feel around their stubby fingers. "No, no, no," Alice cried, sobbing hopelessly on the chair, her breasts shaking with her body as she was forced to watch her daughter receive the awful man's finger deep into her rectum. "Please, please, no," Alice cried, her tear-filled eyes sometimes turning to the guards, searching in vain for some spark of pity. In fascination she watched the old priest slowly remove his finger from her daughter’s anus, the child’s long squeal tearing at her heart. "Oh John, hurry back!" she begged, a new terror ceasing her around the chest as the old priest's eyes turned from her daughter to her. "Your brave daughter has won you a small respite. Will you earn her the same I wonder?" he asked. "Yes, yes, anything, just please don't hurt her any more," she begged. The Inquisitor stood over the seated woman and grinned. Her body had lost much of its beauty. Her belly was rounded and the paleness of her skin, that looked so good on her daughter, made him think of dead flesh. Her breasts had sagged, thick dark nipples pointing to the floor while stretch marks were vivid, like scars, on the side of her bust and down her flanks. Yet her position made her exciting; her lower arms secured to the stout arms of the chair, and her thighs pulled wide and held so that her cunt was poised over the broad slot that had been cut into the seat of the large wooden chair. "Such eagerness!" he laughed, and lifted his foot to the raised metal pedal that stood out from under the side of the chair. He stamped heavily on it, his grin taking on a new quality as he did so. The guards were still, their attention focused on the woman’s exposed cunt as the lever brought up an artistically carved piece of wood shaped into that of a long and stout cock. It rose up through the slot in an arc, turning into the woman's cunt to strike her harshly against her vulva, missing her vagina by a small fraction. Alice arched as agony lanced through her body. Her scream echoed through the large hall as the pain of having the wooden cock strike her tender vulva surged into her. Guards laughed and gathered closer, all careful to ensure the weeping child could watch without distraction. "You stupid woman!" Juan grinned. "Place yourself over the slot, else it will hurt once more," he confided. Some part of Alice's mind urged her to take his council while the rest of her mind screeched in agony and quaked with the thought of more to come. Blindly, terrifyingly, she slid her bottom into position, gauging just where to place herself by the white hot spot of pain emanating from her vulva. The Inquisitor placed his foot on the lever and waited, watching the quaking, weeping woman arrange herself. There was a certain amount of delight in watching her meekly arrange herself for her own violation. Such episodes brought him to a painful erection, stretching the sores around his shaft and, amazingly, forcing his manhood to even greater hardness. Gauging her ready, he stamped harshly on the lever and, along with his men and her daughter, watched the wooden cock rise from under the seat to swing round with all the force of a blacksmith's hammer. It slammed into Alice's mature cunt and more by luck than judgement, swept into her vaginal passage, pushing its way savagely into her and she screamed in agony, her limbs tensing against her bonds as the assault ripped deep into her tortured cunt. "Mummy!" Hannah cried, the terrible sight making her struggle in her own bonds, tears coursing down her brow and into her hair. The Inquisitor let the lever rise slightly, half withdrawing the wooden stave from the woman's body, the sculptured wood surface streaked with the blood of her cunt. The guard’s groaned with excitement, many of them holding themselves as they imagined the wooden phallus to be their flesh and blood, made hard by their excitement. Then when practically the entire length of the phallus had been drawn out, he savagely stamped on the lever again, grinning pleasurably as the weeping woman screamed anew, once more fully impaled on the stout wooden cock. "Now you will be able to pleasure my guard’s more fully," he explained, letting the phallus slide out and return to its home under the chair. Stepping back, he let the guard’s rush forward, each eager to slide his cock into her, to feel her blood aid their slippery slide into her being. While they struggled to rearrange her body, pulling her crotch to the front edge of the chair where it would be accessible to them while also pulling her head to the side so her mouth could also be used, the Inquisitor returned to the cross. As the guard’s hurried to ready themselves, the old Inquisitor calmly operated the bolts that secured the cross in position and turned it round so the weeping and distraught child was upright again. The guard’s had unhinged the back panel of the chair and let the mother's upper body fall back so her head could be pushed even further back, straightening her mouth and gullet for the deep insertion of their cocks. Unfastening her, they had placed her knees over the armrests and refastened her ankles, securing her in place with her extended cunt perfectly poised for some hard fucking. Finally, they turned the chair to one side so that Hannah would be able to see her mother's degradation as the guard’s made two queues, one for her mouth, the other for her vagina or anus, whichever took their eye. "It’s a pity that your father couldn’t return with the money," he reflected as he ran his fingers along Hannah's wet cheeks. "He could have saved you from all this pain and anguish," he explained, his wet fingers sliding down and anointing the tender shaft of her prepuce, touching it delicately whilst he watched her struggle and listened to her weep for her poor mother. Alice snorted loudly, her eyes wide with terror as the guard slid his cock back and forth in her mouth. She had obviously learnt to breath in or out just as his cock slid back to let her. Between her thighs, another guard grimaced with the pleasure her cunt was giving him, his stout cock gleaming with a thin coating of her blood. Her body heaved, her breasts rolling to the ill timed thrusts the two guards made into her body, urged on by the other excited guards standing around them, waiting their turn. The old Inquisitor leant into the weeping girl to feel the sobs that shook her young body and inhale her scent. Children perspire when terrified and the scent is like nothing he had come across; a sweet yet musty scent that captivated him and brought him to new levels of excitement. Hannah was exuding it now, shaking like a leaf in the bonds that held her spread upon the wood, weeping for her mother while squirming delightfully on the finger that teased her. "Whatever you say child, you know that I will take you, don't you?" he asked her softly. Hannah wept all the harder, her little chest rising and falling with her efforts to breathe while she also sobbed. He slid the fingers of his other hand over her body and felt the wet sheen upon her skin, the dampness warm whilst her skin was cold with fear. "I will take you, and make you a woman," he told her, breathing the words into her ear as he let her watch her mother's rape. "But I will not kill you," he promised. His mouth dropped to her shoulder and sucked on her smooth flesh, licking up her perspiration before moving down towards her tender nipples. He stopped there to vigorously suck on the tender flesh and draw it into his mouth to flick it with his tongue while the poor girl cried out and shook. When he moved on to the other little nipple, he left the first gleaming with his saliva and swollen pink with the suction of his mouth. He did the same with the other nipple, flicking the tiny girlish stud while sucking it powerfully into his mouth, his hands stroking her lovely flesh while she cried out, shook and wept. "Ah, but you are such a delight!" he told her, stopping to tilt her head back so he could lick her wet cheeks and savour the lovely taste of her tears. He knelt to look closer at her delightfully smooth cunt, which was on the very edge of puberty. His hands quivered as they slid slowly along her trembling thighs and his mouth followed, stopping upon the tender flesh of her inner thigh to suck and chew on the soft flesh, savouring it while tenderising it also. Hannah wept all the harder, shaking her head and begging through her crying, the little innocent totally unaware of how exciting she appeared. He worshipped each mark and wound he made upon her deliciously young body. "Watch my darling. Watch your mother suffer!" he begged, his thumbs plucking at her puffy little vulva in order to expose its mouth, the undeveloped wings of her inner labia to the fore. Shaking with the terror of the unknown, Hannah obediently glanced towards her mother, her crying only doubling at the terrible sight of her upon the chair, her body pulled back to allow another hairy guard to push his horrible ‘thing' in and out of her mouth. While he did so, he squeezed and pulled her breasts, laughing as they rolled upon her chest. At the other end of the chair, between her mother's raised thighs, another guard worked his ‘thing' in and out of her mother's privates. The pole of flesh was coated with blood and looked raw to the young girl as it moved rapidly back and forth, stabbing into her mother with each force and weight of the burly guard’s body. "Please let us go," Hannah begged the Inquisitor. "I will, I will," he promised, his eyes alight with his passion. Whilst tears poured from her eyes, and her mother's sobbing continued, Hannah found she was strangely drawn to the naked man. His was not the form of a man she had come to understand from glimpses of her father. The Grand Inquisitor wasn’t large or heavily muscled, but quite the opposite. His body seemed emancipated, every rib showing in sharp relief, and his belly was shrunken inwards. From his flat loins jutted his large cock, which had all the hair removed in an effort to rid him of the sores that constantly festered along its length. Even now, as Hannah stared and whimpered, it had open wounds and cracks in the hardened shell caused by the medication. "Ah, I see an interest!" Juan giggled. All the little girls showed an interest. It was as if the devil had found a home in them while they developed, more so than with boys who always fought so hard to keep there anuses intact. Bending his legs so his balls could sway freely he waggled his cock towards her, a pearl of creamy puss slowly forming on the tip. Hannah looked towards her mother for help and saw only vacant eyes looking back at her as another guard took a hold of her hair to pulled her head back before stuffing his cock into her mouth. The child wailed, wanting someone to help her, and screamed with the last of her breath as the old Inquisitor shuffled up to her, his eyes gleaming with mad and horrible lust. "No, no, please!" Hannah sobbed, her voice low as exhaustion took its toll on her. "Oh yes, that's so perfect," groaned the old man. His face glowed from within while his hands and eyes flowed down her tiny body stopping for long moments on her tender nipples before moving down to fondle her cunt, and re-acquaint himself with the delicate folds, the slender long prepuce and the tiny entrance to her undeveloped vagina. Hannah sobbed, her body trying to shrink away from the touches of the foul old man. And yet there was no escape. Her wrists were raw with her attempts to slip them free from the leather cuffs and her thighs ached from trying to pull them shut. The old Inquisitor shuffled closer, his face hot and vile. A new limb touched her little body rubbing back and forth with hot insistence, leaving a trail of moisture over her tender flesh. Hannah wailed with the instinctive knowledge of what it would bring and once again tried looking at her mother. The guard’s were no longer using their cocks on her but had gathered around her, standing over her and holding their limp cocks to direct the flow of their urine over her weeping body. The streams of piss, all in various hues of amber, sparkled in the still air of the large hall before splattering upon her pale and quivering body. The guard’s laughed and vied with each other for the best stream. The rich liquid of five guard’s poured over her sobbing face, splattering her heaving breasts before being focused on her crotch, drumming against labia made tender by continued pummelling. "Mummy!" Hannah cried, trying to get her mother's attention. Arms slid round Hannah's waist, pulling her pelvis into that of the old man in front of her while fingers inched down under her bottom, clawing to part her tender little folds and open her to his forthcoming attack. "No! No!" Hannah wailed instinctively knowing her fate. "Please!" she wept with the last of her breath. The old Inquisitor grunted, his thighs levering his standing cock against the tender little portal of her vagina. A wail broke her lips as the pain engulfed her, a second, choking cry added to the first as he thrust upward again, pushing against her little body, refusing to accept she was just too young or too small. He grunted and heaved. With no breath left, Hannah sobbed and wildly shook her head, her eyes begging him to stop. A long and hard push using the strength of his thighs to batter against her defences and Juan felt his cock enter her hot tightness. She was like a vice; squeezing the head of his cock of blood, yet the pain was a delight to him, tightening his swaying balls whilst he fought to get a better grip on her. Another hard thrust, grunting with his effort, and he felt himself stab inwards. Hannah found the strength to scream, her body struggling in her bonds as the unforgiving cock rammed deeper, ripping her painfully apart and bathing him with her blood. "Ah yes, yes, yes!" Juan cried. He thrust repeatedly into her, each thrust driving his zealous cock deeper and deeper. Leaning back he thrust again, ignoring her sobs and squeals as he looked down. He was almost sure he could see her belly suddenly extend, as if the head of his cock were pushing it out. He grinned and repeated it again, driving his entire cock into her, sobbing with delight as she had found the breath and strength to scream again, just as more hot wetness poured over his sunken member. "What a lovely little girl, you are," he mused breathlessly, holding her tiny hips while he slid in and out of her. She remained extraordinarily tight, yet the blood, of which there seemed to be excessive amounts, let him slide even more smoothly in and out. She was silent, her head fallen to one side and her eyes closed as he grunted and panted, sliding in and out with ever greater speed and effort as the act and the view of her, so ghostly pale beneath him, acted as all the aphrodisiac that he'd need. Guard’s came to watch and he grinned, showing them his prowess as he continued to rape the little girl, the sounds of slick pistoning flesh filling the hall. "Yes, now. I come, I come!" he panted. He dreamt of sitting her upon his lap, his cock deep in her fundaments while they watched her mother burn. The girl's sobs for her mother would be all the movement he needed to bring him boiling over deep in her bowels. He screamed with the blissful agony of his orgasm, his eyes closed to feast upon the images of the heaven that God revealed to him in such moments. He felt the Lord's blessing upon him and sobbed, sucking in a breath as the glory past away and returned him to the chains of his old and painful ridden body. Disappointed and tired, Juan dragged his cock from the limp child and stepped away. "Have her if you wish," he told his guards. He was already back at his desk, pouring himself a brandy to sip it slightly first before pouring it over his cock. His guards ignored his hiss of pain and starred with evil lust at Hannah and readied themselves for action. ****** Authors Note: This story was left unfinished by the original author, but I post it here as I think that even as it stands it is certainly worth reading. |