THE WITCHFINDER'S PRIZE

BY MOTORHOME MAN

[ part 2 ]

Mary in the Witchfinder’s Castle

With the stranger on his way back to the castle gates, the soldiers were left with the job of cutting down the two infant girls, clearing up the torture scene, and manhandling the little girls to their uncertain fate within the castle’s walls. Before they started to do this, however, they could not resist having a few more swings of their bullwhips against the child torsos of the two little girls to further ‘prepare’ them for what was to come. Both infants therefore received several more lashes across their naked bodies until the soldier in charge grunted “Better do as he says, we’ll get our hands on them again when the Witchfinder’s finished with them - if they’re still alive by then!!”

With that the soldiers began their task by - very reluctantly - starting to pull down seven-year-old Anna. She was swinging by her tied wrists full-length from the tree branch, her gorgeous little child body criss-crossed with welts from the whipping by the two soldiers. She was barely conscious, and it was an easy job for the biggest of the soldiers to catch hold of her as she was lowered down from her hanging position, throw her over his shoulder like a small sack of potatoes, and head off in the direction of the castle’s entrance. Her ankles and wrists were still tightly bound and so she could not try to escape, even if she had been able to think of it. Nine-year-old Mary though was still partly conscious, and started to vainly and very foolishly struggle as she was untied from the tree trunk where she too had been flogged. “Where are you taking us, leave us alone you monsters, our sisters will . .” She was stopped in mid-sentence by a very hefty punch to her belly. As she was almost untied she sprawled onto the hard earth, squealing and doubled up writhing. “Your sisters will what?” growled the soldier who had punched her, “Come looking for us will they? Well, well, so you two are sisters are you, you filthy little whores, having sex together and showing your naked little bodies to the devil. And you’ve got OTHER sisters too!” He noticed the look of excitement on the faces of the other soldiers, there were obviously other little girls involved here to round up and torture. “And your sisters are little witches too, like you are, I’ll wager!” he exclaimed. “Well, you’d better tell us who they are and where we can find them, so that their little bodies can feel the lash of the bullwhip as well!!” Mary shrieked in terror at this. “Oh nooooo, noooo I didn’t mean it, we haven’t any sisters” she insisted, almost hysterical at the tho ught of her little sisters being in the hands of these brutal soldiers.

She and Anna had five sisters. All were stunningly gorgeous like them. Although two were slightly older than Mary, Belinda at almost ten and Julie at almost eleven, three of them were younger than seven-year-old Anna - drop-dead gorgeous Nicola at six, pretty little Laura at five, and superb little nymph Sabrina at four. The thought of the three youngest girls, particularly Sabrina, ending up being brutalised in the way that she was being, sent shivers up and down the terrified girl. She at once wet herself. The horrible vision passed before her in which sumptuous little four-year-old Sabrina was hanging from her tightly bound wrists full-length naked like Anna had been moments before, her sweating absolutely gorgeous four-year-old naked baby-girl body being repeatedly flogged with bullwhips.

“Ha ha, your bladder betrays you, little witch!!”, laughed the soldier. He seized a mop of her hair and lifted her up off the ground. Before she could do anything her wrists were quickly and enthusiastically bound behind her back, and her ankles just as quickly followed. “Now tell me, who are your sisters, how old are they, and where might we have the pleasure to find them?” Mary screeched in horror. “Pleeeeeeeese, I don’t have any, I don’t know, pleeeeese!!” The soldier glanced at his glowering colleagues and gave an evil laugh. “Never mind, there are many men in that castle who enjoy ‘playing’ with little girls like you two to get information, and we do too! You and your sister are going to pay in agony and blood for your sins, and when you tell us all about your sisters while we torture you, we’ll go and fetch them, and do the same to them!!” On hearing that Mary went hysterical and began screaming at the top of her lungs.

She was finally silenced when her peasant loin cloth that had been torn off her body earlier was forced into her mouth and roughly tied in place there. No one apart from the leering soldiers heard her frantic screams. Instead she was part carried, part dragged to the castle entrance, which was nearby. The ‘front door’ of the castle was actually a massive, impressive and impenetrable wood structure protected when closed by a heavy portcullis. It could only be reached across a drawbridge which was usually in the up position, a deep water-filled ravine being beneath it. While Mary was being dragged across the drawbridge and through the castle’s entrance, several soldiers stayed behind in the clearing where the two girls had been captured, to clean up the scene and await to see if anyone came to rescue the girls. If anyone had showed up, they would either have been slain if they had been adult, or captured and dragged into the castle if they had turned ou t to be a child. No one came, and so the soldiers looked for and found the leather sandals of the little girls, which had been lost in the initial struggles when they were caught. Their scattered, torn garments were also collected up - the two girls would have no more use for them. The moisture underneath where the two girls had wet themselves was also kicked over with earth, and several tell-tale drips of blood were also ground into the dirt. No trace could therefore ever be found of the two little girls.

The heavy wood doors of the castle entrance slammed shut behind Mary and she shuddered with terror. Now she and Anna were totally at the mercy of their captors, and it was obvious that they were going to be shown no mercy at all. Instead it looked like the two little girls would be brutally tortured until they gave all the information about their little sisters, who would then be rounded up by the soldiers and brought to the castle to face unimaginable horrors. In despair she looked about her. She had been dragged into a large inner courtyard, in which there were several soldiers. One she recognised as being the big brute who had carried off Anna over his shoulder. There was no sign of Anna. Instead there were several other soldiers that she did not recognise, but all were remarkable in being huge, muscle-bound individuals who looked like tough veterans of many wars - or veterans of many torture sessions with little girls and boys.

Then she winced as she heard a whip tearing and whooping through the air. It contacted with a loud, high-pitched ‘slash’ and was followed by a scream. She partly swung round to see what was happening, frightened that the next blow would land on her. Instead she saw a tall rough wooden post about nine feet high away to her left near the edge of the courtyard sticking bolt upright from the stone ground. A taught rough rope extended down from a heavy iron ring near its top and was tightly tied around a pair of small wrists. The wrists belonged to a totally naked little girl, who was stretched full length with her back to the post. Her ankles were also tied tightly to another rope that was equally as taught, and extended down to an ancient iron ring sticking out at the base of the post. The little girl was thus tied full length at full stretch, with the ropes at her wrists and ankles tied very tight and fully taught. The whole of the front of her torso was t otally exposed and defenceless. She could not have been a day over six years of age, and could well have been less. She had long brown hair that extended down past her bottom. She was absolutely gorgeous, with a child’s small round pretty face, big sexy brown eyes that were filled with tears, little upturned button nose, beautiful flat chest with soft pink nipples, and an immature pot belly that was stretched tight by her being tied so tightly. Her little body was covered with sweat, which was literally running off her in rivulets. She was trying to squirm the best way she could, but movement was almost impossible. Before her stood an enormous soldier, stripped completely naked, also covered in sweat. Mary gasped at his manhood, which was enormous and erect. It must have been at least twelve inches long. She had never seen anything like it. In his right hand he was armed with a fearsome bullwhip, with a single long tapering strand of tightly wrapped leather braids that were hard and cracked, and surely perfect for use on child-soft flesh. He had obviously tried it out on the infant girl several times already. Her little belly and totally flat chest were criss-crossed with some prominent and angry-looking welts. She was sobbing and trying to look away. “Oh god” breathed Mary into her loin cloth gag, and wondered if her poor seven-year-old sister Anna was suffering a similar fate - or worse - somewhere unseen. “They’re new arrivals, just like you,” explained the soldier. “They’ve all been consorting with the devil, just like you and your sister, so now we torture them for confessions and the names of ALL their sisters, brothers and friends. Then we can round up all those little children too, and bring them here for some real justice!!”, laughed the soldier as he manhandled Mary, at which point he swung her around so that she could see the other side of the courtyard.

Mary gasped again when her eyes met the sight in the direction that she had been swung. On the opposite side of the courtyard there were no less than five upright posts, each again nine feet high, each one with a child victim tightly tied and pulled full-length against it. Mary gazed along the line of the five posts, fearful that one of the victims would be her seven-year-old sister Anna. But Anna was not there. Instead, there was just one little girl who she did not recognise, but the other four posts had a sight that Mary had never seen before. Because stretched full-length against four of the posts were four totally naked little boys. Each was tied so that his bottom and back were against his post, making the front of each boy totally exposed. The little girl was tied in the same way to the middle post of the five, with two boys on posts to each side of her. The posts were set almost in a semi-circle, so that the victims could see each other being tortured - obviou sly very useful if close family relations were involved. The little girl looked to be roughly the same age as the other little girl who was being flogged on the other side of the courtyard, possibly five years old. The little boys were hardly much older, although one of them might just have reached seven. In front of one of the posts, a naked soldier was standing, his enormous penis erect, a bullwhip in his hand. All of the boys had obviously already received a visit from the whip, as they had huge welts across their tummies and chests. The little girl also looked as if she had been whipped, possibly with a cat o’nine tails across her bare tummy and flat girly chest. Mary, however, gazed transfixed at the little penis of each little boy. She had certainly seen the manhood of men and even little boys many times before, because her village was very poor and many of the younger children would often play without any clothes on or with only the slightest amount of rough and poor clothing. But she had never seen anything like this before. She was fascinated and then horrified to see that each little boy’s tiny penis was held tightly at its base by a thin leather strap, almost as thin as wire, which was coiled several times around each little tool. Each strap was wrapped very tightly around the base of the penis, and disappeared between the top of the legs of each boy. This was making each boy have an erection all the time that he was being flogged, much to the amusement of several other soldiers who were watching the spectacle. Two of the boys had short sandy-coloured hair, with trim immature bodies that were obviously a source of delight to the soldier who was torturing them. He had clearly already been giving one boy in particular a good going over, as the little boy’s belly and chest were covered and criss-crossed by several more prominent red welts compared to the other captives. Sweat was streaming off his little naked body. He was sobbing and occasionally pleading. As Mary watched, transfixed, the naked soldier coiled himself up and let fly with the bullwhip. Its two devilish strands whooped through the air and contacted the little boy’s belly with a loud crack that went right through him, causing him to cry out as sweat flew off his body. Not content with this, the soldier then strode up to his chosen little plaything. The little boy seemed to know what was coming and braced himself and tried to look away. The soldier ran a huge hand over the little boy’s tortured front, apparently caressing him. This seemed to make the soldier’s penis even larger. In particular he fondled around the boy’s belly button, and then pushed it hard with a huge finger. The little boy cried out. By now he was breathing very fast, his immature chest rising and falling in rapid succession. The soldier then reached behind the back of the little boy in the gap between the small of the boy’s ba ck and the wood post, grabbed something and yanked hard. He had evidently seized the end of the thin coiled leather strap that was tightly wrapped around the base of the boy’s little penis, as this was yanked even more tight than it was already, causing the boy to scream in agony. A stream of clear liquid shot out of the end of his penis. The soldier growled at him “Come on, you might as well confess, if you don’t your little sister there will suffer horrors you cant even imagine!” At that the little girl on the centre post began to meow and whimper.

Mary felt like she was going to pass out. The soldier holding her with a vice-like grip was by now tiring of this sport, and dragged her away from the scene of the tortures across the courtyard, leaving several of the tortured infants wailing and screaming behind her. Actually the soldier had been having quite a good time holding on to Mary’s nine-year-old body, and had enjoyed having his hands on her naked whipped flesh. He’d had his left arm partly round her chest, his big left hand caressing painfully her tiny immature right mound of a budding breast, while his other arm was round her belly with his right hand pushing in tightly on her bruised punched belly and around her immature girl slit. Mary had tried vainly to struggle against this vice-like grip but to no avail whatsoever. Instead the soldier had succeeded in making her right nipple hard and erect by kneading and painfully squeezing it. It had been caught by the whip a couple of times when her bo dy was being lashed earlier and was already painful.

In an instant the soldier dragged her through a huge stone archway on the edge of the courtyard, and through an open heavy wood door, into almost total darkness. The large wide hallway that Mary found herself in was dimly lit with flickering torches set high up its dark stone walls, and Mary’s eyes took some time to get accustomed to the comparative darkness. There were apparently corridors and doorways leading off the hallway, although it was difficult to make all of this out due to the gloomy partial darkness. There were two things that she did take notice of straight away, though, and one of them at once filled her with dread. It was loud, pitiful screaming that was coming from some way away apparently down a dark passageway. The screams were obviously those of a little girl, and Mary at once feared that it was her sister Anna being brutalised by some heartless torturer.

“That could be your little sister, being well looked after!”, laughed the soldier, and dropped her to the stone floor. She fell like a sack of coal, and lay writhing and whimpering on the cold stonework, although glad to be out of the vice-like grasp of the soldier. The other thing that she had noticed before being dropped was that she was not the only youngster in the dimly-lit hallway. Set in the gloom, attached high on the end wall of the hallway facing her, to the side of the passageway where the screams were coming from, was a large wooden ‘X’ shaped cross. At the end of each of the cross’s four arms was a heavy iron ring, and a coarse piece of rope was tied to each ring. Tied at the other end of the two upper ropes were tiny wrists, and tied at the ends of the two lower ropes were tiny ankles. They belonged to a little girl. She was totally spreadeagled, in an ‘X’ shape like the cross that she was attached to, and was to tally naked. She was six or seven years old, and was hanging painfully on her wrists on the end of the ropes, only partly conscious. Her head was lolled forward so Mary could not see her face, but it was obviously not her sister Anna because the girl’s hair was dark and not as long as her sister’s. Due to her spreadeagled position, the little girl’s legs were pulled well apart, exposing her immature sex slit. Some gore and mess seemed to be dripping from her loins, tell-tale signs that the little girl had obviously been used for sex. Even though she was nine years old, Mary was well aware of the ‘birds and the bees’, although she herself had never experienced that type of thing - yet. She was well aware that the men of her village would very often have sex not just with the village’s pre-teen and early teenage girls and older women (although they certainly preferred the younger to the older), but they would also have sex with the immature girls. Sometimes girls as young as four or five would be their sexual partners, but it was all willing and was certainly never frowned upon. It was said by the girls who had experienced it, that it was a nice experience. But in comparison the little girl on the cross looked as if she had been well used by several unseen torturers. Mary shuddered. Was this going to happen to her and Anna? - brutal rape as well as heartless torture. The little girl on the cross had a very prominent pot belly and completely flat chest which was partly covered by her hair. Her hair appeared to be matted and was partly wet with some sticky white liquid that Mary did not understand. Some of this liquid was also oozing from the little girl’s mouth. Her legs were beautifully long and thin, and she had a big fleshy belly button. Her immature body had a number of welts across it obviously from a previous whipping, and several thin and gleaming spikes seemed to be sticking out from her fleshy bel ly button. Mary was horrified at the sight. The little girl had obviously suffered some recent horrors and had been put on the cross as a display item to terrify any hapless new arrivals like herself. The soldier saw Mary screw her face up at the sight of the tortured girl, and laughed, “Ha, ha, maybe you will soon decorate a cross like that! But believe me, you’ll have gone through much more than that little wretch by the time we’ve finished with you!!” Mary squealed.

At that point another figure approached. Mary saw his boots first from her writhing position on the floor, and recognised them as being those of the handsome stranger who had entered the clearing earlier and put a stop to the flogging that she was receiving. Before he had seized a mop of her hair and looked into her face while she was tied to the tree, her head had been lolling forward and she had noticed his fancy leather boots which she now recognised. But any thoughts that this stranger might put in a good word for her now were dashed immediately.

“Good, you’ve done well. Take her to my chambers and prepare her on the stakes for my tortures to commence! I’ll make sure that she’s good and ready for the Witchfinder to have his ‘sport’ with her.” Mary squealed and writhed when she heard this. “Well,” said the soldier - “she said something you might be interested in as I cut her down from the tree. This one and the younger one that we were flogging are sisters - yes, sisters! We caught them having sex together, the filthy whores, and they’re sisters! And they’ve got other sisters too. She said so. They’re all witches, consorting with the devil. Showing off their little naked bodies to the devil. I asked her where her sisters are but she wouldn’t tell me! We need to torture her and the other one that we brought in to get all the details of their other sisters. We must go and round them all up, bring them back here, flog their little bodies, torture them all to death, slowly skewering them . .” “Alright, alright”, said the handsome man, “calm down, calm down, I already know what you like doing to little witches! Well, you’ve excelled yourself. All right, I’ll tell the Witchfinder, he’ll probably let us ‘play’ with them a little while to get more information out of them. Unless of course he wants to torture the information out of them himself - then they’ll really be in trouble! I just came from his chambers. He’s got four little boys on the firehorses, tormenting one of them with a flesh-ripper” “Oh god, I wish that I could see that” said the soldier, “I would love to do that to the younger one of these two little whores, her little body’s great, she can’t be more than seven.”

While all this was going on, Mary was writhing on the floor and screeching into her loin cloth gag with terror and despair. It was true. Her little slip of the tongue when she was cut down from the tree had put ALL her sisters in total jeopardy, now they would all be rounded up by the brutal soldiers. Even beautiful little Sabrina. PARTICULARLY beautiful little four-year-old Sabrina! What would they do to her? Maybe she would end up on one of the flogging posts in the castle’s courtyard, tied and pulled taught, her sensational naked four-year-old body running with sweat, a huge naked soldier flogging her flat chest and pot belly without mercy with a vicious bullwhip. Or perhaps she would be tied on an ‘X’-shape cross like the girl in the gloomy entrance hallway, her tiny immature cunt having been raped many times and needles inserted into her belly button. Or worse, the stranger had just said about stakes in his own torture chamber, and firehorses in the Witchfinder’s torture chamber, what were they? In despair Mary determined that she would try to hold out as long as she could no matter how brutally they tortured her and Anna, it might give Sabrina and the others time to run away before the soldiers went looking for them.

Unfortunately for Mary, there were no thoughts at all of anyone running away. In Mary and Anna’s village, the two little girls had already been missed for several hours. Someone had seen the two of them that morning after breakfast, holding hands heading for the forest together, and they had not yet returned. Their mother was already mildly concerned of what might have happened, but she was in no position to do anything. She was enormously pregnant and about to produce yet another little girl (or possibly twins). Unfortunately the father was unidentified, which had caused Anna and Mary’s father, who was also the father of the other little girls in the family except for Sabrina, to pack up and leave. And so although the disappearance of Mary and Anna had been noted in the village, no one yet was particularly willing or interested to go and look for them. Mary and Anna’s sisters, on the other hand, were very concerned. Belinda and Julie, the eldest two, were sobbing and cuddling each other for comfort. They too had shared some private and very interesting naked times together in the forests, like their two missing sisters, but in comparison they had gone all the way several times with their lust and had delighted in some raw pre-teen lesbian incest together. This seemed like an appropriate occasion to cuddle up to each other again. The three younger girls were also crying. Nicola, the bright little six-year-old, loved Anna very much, and was so frightened of what might have come of her. Five-year-old Laura was also upset, and had started to make a plan with Nicola. If Anna and Mary did not return, they would slip away during the night and search the forest by themselves. They felt sure that they would find their two beloved sisters, maybe they were just lost. This was despite all the warnings that the grown-ups kept giving to the children of the village about the nearby woods and forests, to keep away from them because of the wild animals in them, or worse.

Little Sabrina also had a plan. The bright little button of a four-year-old had overheard Anna and Mary giggling one day about what they got up to together in the forest. It sounded really exciting, the two little girls cavorting around in the bushes playing with each other and landing wet kisses on each others’ lips. And the game sounded great, where they would go right up to the big old castle, run out of the bushes and touch the wall of the castle before running back into the bushes. Sabrina had been excited by this story, and had incredibly foolishly decided to try out that little game for herself. She felt sure that she could find the bushes where Anna and Mary hid for their game, and she wanted to do it herself. It would be a fantastic dare, and anyway, what harm could come of it? Now that Anna and Mary were missing, instead of being afraid of the castle, Sabrina decided that her two sisters had been invited inside for drink and some scrumptious food. She would go there and join them. Anyway castles were romantic places, full of chivalrous knights and their beautiful ladies. Little did the four-year-old know the truth. Little, indeed, could she imagine the real truth. And little could she possibly imagine what would eventually happen to her within the walls of the ‘romantic’ castle.