THE WITCHFINDER'S PRIZE

BY MOTORHOME MAN

[ part 3 ]

Mary Tortured

In Part 2 of our tale set in the lower Rhineland of 1618, poor little Mary (barely nine-years-old) and Anna (seven-years-old) had been captured in the forest by soldiers in the pay of the local Witchfinder. The hapless infants had been suspected of witchcraft, and after being captured they were stripped naked, tied, and their little girl bodies were flogged. They were then taken into the Witchfinder's castle. Mary witnessed several children being whipped and tortured in the castle's courtyard, but accidentally let it slip that she and Anna have five gorgeous sisters - little girls that the brutal soldiers now want to capture and 'play' with. Back in the girls' peasant village, two of those beautiful little girls are foolishly hatching a plan to find their missing sisters. .

And so the story continues . .

Nightfall came, and there was still no sign of Mary and Anna. The two girls were obviously missing, and everyone in their village knew it. Perhaps wild animals in the forest had killed them for food, tearing them to pieces and devouring their tender young flesh. Or perhaps something many times worse had happened to them. .

All the villagers were very poor, and lived in rough houses made from wood and earth. There were about five hundred of them, of which at least three hundred were children of ten and below. The peasant menfolk were very lustful, and all the women of twelve and over spent most if not all of their time producing yet more children. Generally, there were many villages like that dotted around the huge thick forests in that part of Europe during that era, and there were also of course several fine Witchfinders' castles.

In the hovel populated by Mary and Anna's family, all five remaining sisters were worried for the two missing girls. Their mother was much less concerned - if the two missing girls were dead, then it meant two less mouths to feed. Anyway her husband had now left due to the high old time that she had had several months ago with a passing merchant. The child or children from that liaison were about to be born any day, and she had no time to be worrying after Mary and Anna. Although the menfolk of the village knew about Mary and Anna's disappearance, they were less than interested in helping their family out - now that the man of the house had left, the family would have to be fed and looked after by the rest of the village, and all the other villagers were so poor that they had no food or clothing to give to them. It was rumoured that in the morning some kind of search party would go and hunt in the woods for the two girls. Rumours were also starting to circulate about the castle. Did that forbidding place have something to do with the little girls' disappearance?

By midnight the family had settled down to sleep. Mary and Anna's mother was stretched out on a rough bed of straw, with little four-year-old poppet Sabrina cuddled up to her. The woman was massively pregnant and Sabrina was stroking her huge belly. "There's more little girls in there like you" said the woman. She roughly caressed little Sabrina's tiny immature virgin cunt, taking the puffy fleshy mounds on each side of her baby slit roughly between her fingers "Soon you'll have lots of little girls of your own coming out of there, when the men have had their play with you!" Sabrina cooed with excitement. In the middle of the room, the eldest two sisters of the family, Julie and Belinda were cuddled together. It was very dark in the single room that passed in their home for a combined bedroom, living room, and kitchen, and the two elder sisters were using the darkness for quietly but lustfully kissing each other's wet mouths. On the far side of the room, little Nicola and Laura were also cuddled together kissing. But they had a plan. When the others were asleep, they were going to slip away. They would enter the forest, look for and find Mary and Anna, bring them safely home, and then everyone would be proud of them.

Eventually it seemed like everyone was asleep. It was a warm night and all the females were stark naked, except for shy little barely six-year-old Nicola who preferred to wear a rough piece of sacking as a night-dress. She and barely five-year-old Laura started to get themselves up, their little hearts pounding with excitement and anticipation for their adventure. But their mother was not asleep. "Where are you going?" she barked. "J-Just to the toilet" stammered the startled Nicola. "Well don’t be long" warned their mother. The little girls pulled on their leather sandals and crept out of the room. In peasant villages, and bigger towns at that time, going to the toilet meant heading for specially dug putrid channels at the edge of the village that were full of sewage and general gore. The two little girls crept through the darkened streets of the village, their feet kicking up dust from the rough ground that passed for a track between the peasant huts. They rea ched the nearest foul-smelling ditch, squatted on the muddy rim of it and relieved themselves. It was very slippery and Nicola nearly fell in.

When they had finished they looked around them. It was a totally dark night, with no moon to guide them. Then they heard a slight rustling and realised that someone was approaching. A tiny form loomed out of the darkness and it was not until the person was at their side that they recognised it as one of their little friends. The girl was called Emma and had celebrated her fifth birthday a few days previously. Both sisters were very envious of her. As a fifth birthday treat, Emma's father had spent most of her birthday having sex with her, and had then handed her to several of his friends to try out. Emma was very proud of her accomplishments on that day and felt herself very grown up. Because of this the two sisters made themselves very important by announcing to her that they were just about to leave to find their missing sisters Mary and Anna. Emma was very impressed and wanted to come too. Nicola was none too happy about the idea but eventually agreed, after all th ree little girls were safer than two and it also meant another pair of eyes to look out for the missing infants. Before leaving Emma relieved herself into the foul-smelling ditch. Then the three little girls silently slipped away into the bushes.

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Miles away, in the Witchfinder's castle, much had already happened to Mary and Anna. Poor nine-year-old Mary had spent a lot of time writhing on the cold stone floor of the entrance hallway where she had been dropped, listening to the soldier excitedly saying that she and Anna would be tortured to give away all the details about their sisters. She had been in despair, imagining all kinds of horrors that would face her sisters when they were rounded up and taken to the castle. In particular she was terrified of what was going to happen to four-year-old Sabrina if she was caught. Sabrina after all was a magnificent child. Her fourth birthday had been just days before, and several of the men in the village had been hoping for a birthday orgy - with her as the prize - to celebrate the event. Their mother had said no, which was another reason why her family was becoming increasingly disliked in the village - and was another explanation of why a search party of menfolk had not yet left the village to look for Mary and Anna. Sabrina had been fathered by a passing merchant from the Middle East who had passed through the village one day on his way to the Witchfinder's castle. He had spent several hours fucking the daylights out of the girls' mother, and the result nine months later had been little Sabrina. It was another reason why the father of the other girls had up and left, having become tired of his wife's constant fucking with any man that came along with a monster-sized penis. His leaving had resulted in their mother and all the girls now being below the breadline and totally dependant on charity. Because of the exotic origins of her father, Sabrina appeared quite different to the other sisters. Her lovely soft skin looked to be tanned and her long flowing hair extended down to her knees and was very dark brown and silky. Her face was pretty but mysterious, with big brown eyes and the softest wettest lips you could imagine. These just crie d out to be kissed wetly and voraciously. Her body was absolutely exquisite. She had an enormous child's pot belly, with the flattest chest imaginable and two pert little pink nipples which were often erect and inviting. Because she, like the other girls, received too little food her neat ribs showed through her flesh. Her belly button was trim and round, and stuck out in a little fleshy mound from her immature potted belly. Her legs were super little child legs, trim but muscular, with pretty little feet and toes. Her cunt was magnificent. It was a fleshy triangle at the base of her child's pot belly with a neat slit up its centre, and puffy fat flesh on each side of the deep gash. In short, she was an absolute prize for anyone lucky enough to get their hands on her.

Mary wet herself when images flashed through her mind of what was going to happen to little Sabrina when she was captured. Her mind kept going back to the references by the man with the fancy boots about stakes in his torture chamber. She imagined four stakes sticking up out of the floor of the torture chamber, set well apart as if each was at the corner of an invisible square shape drawn out on the floor. Rough cutting ropes were attached to each stake. Stretched out on the ground within the 'square', lying on her back stretched tight in a perfect X-shape with her tiny wrists and ankles each tied by the ropes to one of the stakes, would be Sabrina. The little four-year-old would be totally naked, and lying in a pool of sweat and urine. Beneath the small of her back would be a huge rough piece of log, solidly and painfully arching her back and making her immature pot belly stick right up in the air. The little girl would be screaming and crying. Standing around her, t otally naked, would be four huge soldiers. Each would have a massive erection, and would be eyeing up the infant licking their licks. Each would be armed with a bullwhip, and each would be taking it in turns to lash the helpless little body of the four-year-old. Poor Sabrina would be thrashing about as much as possible under the lashes to try to escape the whips, but to no avail. Her immature torso would be receiving lash after lash, the most horrifying being those that land across her little infant cunt. Mary winced and cried as she imagined these horrors. She knew that she and Anna had to hold out under the cruellest tortures imaginable to avoid giving anything away about Sabrina, otherwise she and all her other little sisters would end up in the castle being brutally tortured as witches.

With a wicked laugh, the man in the fancy boots leaned down to where Mary was writhing on the ground and seized a mop of her honey-blonde hair. "Come on little witch, its time for you to tell us everything!!" Mary screamed. She was then partly dragged, and partly carried along by the soldier who had brought her into the castle, into the entrance to the corridor from which the shrieks and screams that Mary had heard earlier had been coming. The man in the fancy boots then headed off to tell the Witchfinder about Mary and Anna, how they were sisters, and how they had been consorting with the devil in the forest. He would also tell that they have several other sisters too, all surely witches, all needing to be rounded up, tortured into confessions, and all slowly and horribly executed.

The soldier was excited to have Mary's whipped body in his grip again. "I'm going to taste your flesh, and your blood, little witch!" he bellowed into Mary's ear, causing her to shake even more with terror. He dragged her down the gloomy corridor. About half-way along its length he came to a heavy wood door in the wall that was part open. As they were approaching it, an unearthly scream could be heard from the room behind the door. "You'll want to see this", he growled at Mary, "much worse than this will soon be happening to you and your sisters!", and used her frame to shove the door open.

The room was a dark, frightening, fully-equipped medieval torture chamber. And it was certainly not the only one in the castle. In fact, it was one of several at ground level. But there were many others, all well underground, offering absolutely no hope of escape whatsoever for their terrified infant victims. The room that Mary's frightened eyes stared into was gloomy, dimly lit by flickering torches set high on the walls and the glow from what appeared to be small fires in metal structures with lots of rods sticking out of them. The chamber was an absolute hell-hole for its victims. Ropes and chains hung down the walls from iron rings high up. From the high ceiling, unnoticeable in the almost darkness, were other hanging ropes and chains. On two of the dark stone walls were attached several 'X'-shaped wooden crosses and crucifixion crosses. To one side was a beautifully-crafted rack, massive, powerful, and totally forbidding. At the opposite side of the chamber to th e rack was a large wooden wheel. There were other wood structures too, some of which looked like saw-horses, and little benches on which were piled many tools that had the appearance of blacksmith's tools. The room stank with a mixture of smells caused by urine, excreture, sweat, and a pronounced smell of burnt flesh. The walls were heavily blood-stained, as were some of the wooden structures - particularly the rack and wheel. The chamber was populated by two torturers and their three child victims. The torturers were enormous soldiers, totally naked except for black hoods. They looked like executioners, which was what in effect they were. They were huge and muscular, each with a very big erection. One of them was blood-stained from some recent adventure.

Mary winced with horror when her eyes momentarily strayed onto the children who were receiving the attention of these two brutes. Then she had to cringe and look away. Hanging from a rope full length, totally naked in roughly the centre of the chamber was a little boy. He was probably five or at most six years of age. He was hanging upside down, his ankles securely bound by the rope whose other end could not be seen as it disappeared up into the gloom of the upper part of the chamber. His wrists were not tied and his arms were hanging freely beneath him - although his wrists had obviously been tied recently as they bore the marks where rope had been securely tied around them. He was obviously unconscious and overcome. He had short brown hair. A little leather harness appeared to be attached very tightly around his lower waist, and between his legs at his crotch, and it was very securely holding his little penis which was erect. Mary was horrified to see that driven in to his penis from each side were three of four metal spikes. Two more spikes were driven into his little belly button. His immature body was totally naked, covered in sweat, and had been well lashed front and back. He was obviously hanging as a potent sight to the other two children in the torture chamber, so that they could see that he had suffered and was probably going to suffer a lot more. The other two children were both very young girls, and were presumably related to or were friends of the little boy.

The first little girl was stretched over a wooden frame. The frame was securely nailed to one of the stone walls. It was not flat, but curved outwards from the wall in a semi-circle. It was as if half a wheel was sticking out from the wall, and the little girl was attached to its wide rim. She was securely tied to the frame with coarse ropes at her wrists and ankles, so that she was in an 'X'-shape. Because she was stretched around the curvature of the frame, her back was painfully arched to its limit and all the delicate front of her torso was exposed and accessible. She was four-years-old, and had long dark hair. Mary gasped because the girl looked a little like her baby sister Sabrina, and she could not help but imagine Sabrina suffering on the frame in the way that the little girl was. The infant was shrieking and crying out for mercy. She was being attended to by one of the torturers, who was obviously enjoying himself immensely. Because of the painful arched sha pe that she was secured in, her little body was covered with sweat, and there were pools of sweat, piss and gore beneath her. The frame that she was attached to was also heavily blood-stained, but this was presumably from other recent inhabitants of the frame and not the little infant herself as the soldier had not quite got around to that stage with her yet. Instead he was amusing himself by examining the extremities of her baby cunt with a metal rod which he was shoving in and out. Eventually he realised that the rod had cooled off and he headed back to one of the glowing fires for another one. This allowed Mary to see all of the girl clearly. She was a gorgeous young child, but her baby-soft flesh had obviously suffered several floggings. She also seemed to have been scarred from several other unseen happenings in the chamber. The soldier returned to her with a glowing red-hot length of iron. The little girl began thrashing about and screaming. The soldier responded by to rmenting her. Firstly he held the glowing iron close to her face, causing her to grimace and turn her head away in horror. Then he held it closely to her right nipple, enough for her to feel the immense heat that could be brought to her flesh at any second. She tried to turn away but was too tightly bound. Then he held it to her little belly button. She squealed. Finally he held it close to her cunt, and barely brushed it against her soft flesh. The girl let out an inhuman scream.

Satisfied that he had made his point, the soldier dropped the still glowing rod to the ground, and seized a mop of her dark hair. Spitting in her terrified face, he growled "Confess now, you little wretch!!" "Nooooooo, aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, nooooooo", shrieked the little girl. "Very well, then your sister will suffer again!" he warned, and turning away from her, nodded to the other torturer. While he did so he held the head of the little girl rigid in the right direction, so that she did not miss the consequences of her latest failure to confess. Mary was also swung around by the soldier holding her, so that she did not miss anything. On the other side of the torture chamber, the other torturer was ready. His victim was also mounted on a wood frame attached to a wall, but this frame was bolt upright and not curved. The little girl was slightly older than her sister, possibly six although more like five years old. She was secured against the frame upside down. She w as spread-eagled in an 'X' shape, her little wrists and ankles securely tied with coarse rope. Her weight was hanging on her ankles, but she was stretched quite tightly against the frame and so her arms were pulled tight as well. Her head was about three feet from the floor of the chamber, allowing her long light brown hair to fall in cascades to the floor and flow out on the floor for some distance. Her hair would have been beautiful but for the fact that it was matted with gore, and in places was full of the same white thick liquid that had decorated the hair and face of the little girl attached to the 'X' cross in the castle's entrance hallway. Her body was also liberally splashed with the same stuff, in addition to being covered with lash marks and the scars of other, much worse brutality. She had a beautiful five-year-old's body, with a big pot belly that was pulled partly tight due to her tightly-tied predicament. Her ribs showed prominently below her flesh. Her torso was covered with sweat, which was literally running down her gorgeous body and dripping off her. On the floor below her were puddles of sweat and urine that the extremities of her lovely long hair were lying in.

The torturer menacingly approached her. She at once began shrieking and begging for mercy. Mary's eyes suddenly went as large as saucers when she saw that sticking upwards out of the little girl's slit was a huge wide metal spike. The girl's legs were wide open due to the 'X' shape that she was secured in, and the spike must have gone in as far as it could into her soft pink baby cunt. The spike's shaft had metal barbs sticking out of it that must have been holding it firmly and painfully within the infant's cunt. The upper end of the spike was dished out into a bowl shape. In the torturer's hands were metal tongs that held burning embers from one of the glowing fires. He carefully dropped these into the bowl shape at the top of the spike, which at once started to heat up. The girl screamed. A second visit with another few glowing embers caused the bowl and then the spike to start to glow. Eventually they glowed red, and the more they glowed, the more the little girl' s shrieks became inhuman and horrifying.

At the other side of the torture chamber, the torturer holding the head of her little four-year-old sister growled at her "Confess, or she dies in the fires of hell itself!". The infant began screaming and sobbing, but the other torturer was already well absorbed with the next stage and returned to the upside-down girl with a red-hot poker. He waited for a few seconds to savour the girl's helpless tortured screams, and then, laughing, applied the glowing rod directly to the little girl's belly button. She gave one final inhuman scream and mercifully - but unfortunately for her only temporarily - lost consciousness.

The little four-year-old went crazy at the sight of her sister being tortured like this, and urine started to spray from her tiny pee-hole. But still she would not confess. "Very well, if you won't confess, then its time for you to suffer again!" screeched her torturer, who let go of her hair and angrily marched to one of the glowing fires. He seized the first rod that he came to that was sticking out of the fire, and headed back to the hapless little girl. It was a glowing two-pronged brand. Standing in front of the helpless infant, he placed his huge right hand on her flat chest to hold her steady. She gazed at him pleadingly and terrified. He laughed at her and spat in her face. "You'll confess, no little girl has even disappointed me!". Then he plunged the brand onto the right side of the girl just below her armpit . . .

Still held in the vice-like grip of the soldier in the doorway, Mary passed out on witnessing this horror, after once more wetting herself.

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At the same time, deep in the forest, little Nicola, Laura, and Emma were searching for Mary and Anna. The three little girls had no idea that Mary and Anna were prisoners in the Witchfinder's castle, and simply thought that they would stumble across the two missing girls in the woods and bring them safely home. Unfortunately for the three little girls, the night was very dark, and they had soon become lost. Nicola, the most senior of them at just six years old, had taken the lead. Now they had no idea where they were. Five-year-old Laura was especially scared, and had to keep going into the bushes to relieve herself. In the distance the girls heard the sound of wolves. Suddenly the three became very frightened. They, and all the many other kids in the village, had been warned over and over again not to stray into the woods. They were full of wild animals who would kill little children for food. Or much worse, there was the Witchfinder's castle, and all the rumours about miss ing children . .

Because it was summer, the early dawn light soon started to appear in the sky. The three little girls were weary from their wanderings, and felt very lonely because they were lost. Suddenly, through a gap in the trees, Emma caught a glimpse of a stone wall. The three rushed to see what they had stumbled across, and came out of the undergrowth to be confronted by the sight of . . . the Witchfinder's castle! For a moment the three little girls stood spellbound, as they looked up at the towering walls before them. They had never seen this place before, and could not believe how gloomy and forbidding the castle looked. "Mommy told us always to keep away from here!" said Laura, a tremor in her voice. "Come on, let's knock on the door and ask them if they've seen Mary and Anna" announced Emma, trying to sound important and unafraid. "No! we must run away from here!" said Nicola wisely. The three girls turned to run back into the bushes. They stopped, open-mouthed, as they a t once saw that their way was blocked by . . . seven fearsome-looking soldiers!!

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Mary awoke from her dead faint. She was uncomfortable and aching, and all around her was gloomy. Then her attention was seized by shrieking next to her. She at once realised with despair that she was still in the torture chamber where she had passed out moments before. Only now the soldier holding her was nowhere to be seen, instead she was tightly bound and upside down. She was next to the little girl who was also bound upside down in an 'X'-shape and had the large glowing spike sticking out of her baby cunt. The little girl was screaming and begging for mercy. Mary had never been upside down before and felt sick and terrified. She became horrified that she might fall, but she was tightly bound in a perfect 'X'-shape on a wood frame identical to that holding the tortured infant beside her. She was of course totally naked, and all of her gorgeous barely nine-year-old body was available and utterly defenceless.

Her attention was then taken by inhuman screaming that was coming from the centre of the torture chamber. The little boy who was hanging by his ankles had regained consciousness, and had at once been leapt upon by one of the torturers. To make life interesting for him, the torturer had taken a glowing spike from one of the fires, and had held it close enough to the little boy's penis for him to be terrified. Then, with the other torturer holding the little boy's lovely young lithe body to stop him from swinging away, the hot spike had been used to heat up the metal shards that had previously been rammed into the little boy's rigidly held erect penis. The boy had gone crazy, and his inhuman screaming had been met with cries of derision and laughter from the two torturers. "You'll never be able to have sex with these two little witches again!!" cried one of the torturers. The two little girls, who were witnessing the torture of the little boy, screeched and wailed in ho rror as their little friend was brutalised.

Mary could hold on no longer, and was violently sick. Her loin cloth gag had been ripped out of her mouth while she was being mounted on the frame while unconscious. Now she could scream at the top of her lungs, because for her captors there was no danger that anyone could ever possibly now come to her aid. The puke and gore from the depths of her belly flowed out of her mouth and down her face and into her eyes. It made its way down her lovely long hair towards the floor. She snorted and gasped as it went into her nose. This attracted the attention of the two torturers, who had been having fun torturing the other infants. "Well, well, the little witch is awake!" cried one of them, and swaggered over to Mary. She cringed and began to sob, pleading "Pleeesssee, don't hurt me, I've done nothing wrong, let me go!" The torturer laughed, and struck her across her face with the back of his hand. "You little wretch!", he growled, "you'll never leave here alive!! Confess now, and we'll slowly torture you to death! Hold out, and we'll torture you for days on end until you confess - and then we'll slowly torture you to death!!" "Oh my god, nooooooo!!" screamed Mary, "nooooo, pleeease let me go!" and she began to scream at the top of her lungs. The torturer seized her immature cunt, and began roughly rubbing her there. "Aieeeeeeee!" screamed Mary, who had not been felt there before by a man prior to that day. "Of course", went on the torturer, "we have reasons to torture you anyway, 'cause you're going to tell us all about your little sisters!!" Mary was immediately sick again.

At that point the soldier who had originally dragged her into the castle appeared once more. This time, though, he was naked. He was huge and muscular, and had the eager look on his face that commonly belongs to a large muscular soldier who was about to torture a powerless innocent child. He eyed up the helpless, sick-stained young girl, and his penis began to swell. Mary shuddered, she knew that he meant her only harm. "Sorry boys", he grunted, "we've only got a few minutes to play with her, the Witchfinder wants to question her himself!" "The poor little wretch", laughed sarcastically one of the torturers, "she'll die in agony". The soldier continued "Seems that her young sister's already in the Witchfinder's chambers". Mary started. This was the first word that she had heard of her sister Anna, who had been captured with her, since she had seen Anna being taken to the castle over the shoulder of one of the soldiers. "Ha ha!" laughed the other torturer, "she'll be a pretty sight by now! She'll have gone through gruesome tortures at his hands, I'll wager that he's ripped off some of her flesh and raped her senseless!!" "Oh my god", thought Mary as her mind raced, "nooooo, he can't have done that to her, she's so beautiful and innocent" She momentarily remembered the flogging that seven-year-old Anna had received at the hands of the soldiers in the forest after the two sisters had been captured. The helpless little girl had been stripped naked, hung by her wrists from a tree, and her beautiful infant body had been flogged front and back with bullwhips by two soldiers. Now she was a prisoner in the Witchfinder's chambers. Was she already dead, or dying in horrific agony?

Mary's attention was brought back to her own hopeless predicament when she felt something sharp being run across her belly. It was the point of a razor-sharp knife, and she screamed as it cut through her belly button. Then the point of the knife was used to push between the puffy lips of her virgin cunt. At once it started to be pushed inside. Mary shrieked and shook with terror. She correctly guessed that she was about to be tortured, and she knew only too well that she could not possibly hope to hold out under the agony of torture to prevent herself from giving away all the secrets about her little sisters. The soldier laughed as she whimpered "We'll have some fun with you, then the Witchfinder'll introduce you to his chambers! Many little girls and boys have suffered horrors in there that you couldn’t imagine!" "But you'll soon experience 'em!!" laughed the nearest torturer as he waved his erect penis in front of Mary's face. "Time for you to have some nouris hment!" he exclaimed. The naked soldier seized Mary's face and forced open her mouth. Before she could do anything the torturer thrust his throbbing cock into her soft wet mouth. It was so huge and went in so far that Mary could not do anything about biting it, although she was too terrified to even think of fighting back. Her jaw was forced open as wide as it could be by the huge cock. Realising that he had entered a deep wet orifice, the torturer began thrusting manfully. Poor Mary's head was violently forced up and down as he firmly fucked her face. Then she felt something large being thrust between her legs. She tried to scream as she felt the unseen object buried firmly into her little cunt. She had never had anything pushed into her cunt before, but she could do nothing at all to resist. The torturer's thrusts into her throat became more and more violent, and his cries deeper, until suddenly he orgasmed into her. What seemed like gallons of hot cum squirted deep into M ary's throat. She choked and tried to resist but it was impossible. She tried to shake her infant torso away from this onslaught into her body, but she was too tightly bound. The rape seemed to go on forever, but eventually the torturer's orgasm ended and he reluctantly but slowly pulled his cock out of her throat. Mary gasped and choked as warm sticky white liquid spewed out of her mouth and down her face into her nose and onto her hair. It felt like her belly was full of the stuff. She cried out and began sobbing uncontrollably. "Pleeeeessssseeeee leave meeee alone, pleeeeesseeee . .!" she screeched and begged. At that moment her attention was brought back to whatever it was that had been inserted into her cunt. The soldier seemed to be unscrewing something and then Mary felt whatever it was growing in size inside her child orifice. It was a metal pear, the feared medieval torture instrument that was much used in the cunts and back passages of countless infant girls to ope n them up and make their little child orifices much more easily penetrated by a huge throbbing penis - or a red-hot poker or two. By unscrewing the top of the pear that he has inserted into Mary's cunt while she was being face-raped, the soldier opened out the fearsome metal structure inside the little girl, ripping her baby cunt open and causing her to scream like she had never screamed in her life before. Sweat was now running down her little nine-year-old body and dripping into puddles on the stone floor beneath her. What was worse, her infant cunt felt like it was being ripped apart, and a soup of blood, gruel and urine began trickling down her belly. The soldier deliberately opened the pear as slowly as possible, to allow Mary to savour the torture for as long as possible. Eventually the pear was fully open inside her, and she passed out once more.

After that her mind was a blur. Some time later she could remember being unceremoniously pulled off the frame that she had been attached to, her wrists very roughly bound behind her back with coarse rope and her ankles similarly bound, and then she was dragged semi-conscious out of the torture chamber by her hair. While she was being dragged along the hard stone floor she momentarily noticed the little boy who had been hanging by his ankles. He had been cut down from his hanging position, but his tortures had not ended by any means. Instead, he had been roughly tied to one of the saw horses so that his belly was along the top of the saw horse. His legs were pulled wide apart, and his ankles were tied to the feet of the saw horse at each of its ends so that his legs were wide apart. This had totally exposed his anus for manly rape. His wrists were similarly tied to the base of the front legs of the saw horse. This left his gorgeous naked infant body beautifully exposed for more torture, or whatever else the torturers fancied. One of the two torturers was standing at his head, and had his large erect penis buried deep into the little boy's throat. At the other end, the other torturer had his similarly erect cock rammed in as far as it would go into the boy's anus. Both were thrusting firmly into the little boy, who was thus being raped at both ends. To add to his discomfort, a third torturer who Mary had not seen before was flogging the boy's totally exposed back with a bullwhip as the other two raped him. As Mary was dragged along, the torturer whose cock was being rammed as far as it would go into the boy's bowls let go with a screaming orgasm, filling the little boy's rear love tunnel with squirt after squirt of hot cum. Seconds after that the torturer with his cock in the boy's mouth similarly massively orgasmed, filling the little boy's belly with nourishing squirts of jism.

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Outside the Witchfinder's castle, the three little girls Nicola, Laura, and Emma, who had foolishly been looking for Mary and Anna in the woods, had been confronted by soldiers in the pay of the Witchfinder. The three has intended to flee into the thick forest after coming across the castle, but they had found their way blocked by the seven soldiers. For a moment the three girls had frozen at the sight of the soldiers, as terror gripped each of them. "Well, well, what have we here?" grinned the leader of the soldiers, as all seven of the soldiers eyed up the little girls and began to salivate in anticipation. Both Laura and Emma were naked except for their rough sandals, only Nicola was wearing clothes in the form of her rough little night-dress. "Looks like we've found three little Witches!!" growled one of the soldiers, "Two of them are naked, they've been having sex with the Devil!" "Noooo, nooo its not true" protested Nicola as she began to shake with fear, the soldier ha d sounded very menacing. "We . . .we're looking for our sisters, they're lost in the woods".

"Well, well", said the leader, "then you must come with us into the castle and tell us all about your sisters". "Oh, no thank you" said Nicola, trying to sound polite and firm, but with her little child's voice trembling. "We'll just go back into the forest". "No, I don't think so!" growled the leader of the soldiers. At that Emma screamed "RUN!" and the three little girls scattered. But it was far too late.

Emma managed only three paces before she was brought crashing to the ground by one of the soldiers. This knocked the wind out of her and in an instant, before she could start to struggle, her little wrists were bound tightly and painfully behind her back. Nicola managed just two paces before two of the soldiers seized her and flattened her. She too had her wrists bound tightly. She tried to kick out but her ankles were soon tied as well, as were little Emma's. Poor little Laura had frozen to the spot and hardly moved at all. She was simply wrestled to the ground by the leader of the soldiers. At once he began roughly fondling and exploring her little five-year-old naked body. Laura squealed and tried to hit out. The soldier gruffly seized a mop of her lovely long honey-blonde hair and dragged her to her feet. "Let's start on this one right now!!" he exclaimed. "Yes, yes" cried the other soldiers. He dragged Laura over to where two trees were conveniently set apart. T wo of the soldiers had already started tying ropes around their trunks, two low down, two high up. Little Laura began whimpering and crying out for help. But there was nothing that Nicola or Emma could do to help her. Instead they instinctively started screeching and wailing, begging the soldiers not to hurt the little infant. A hard slap across Laura's face momentarily stunned her, and her arms were seized by the soldiers. In an instant, one of her tiny wrists was tied tightly and very painfully to one of the ropes high up on one of the trees, while the other was tied similarly to the other tree. This bound the little girl into a 'Y' shape stretched between the two trees, but at almost the same instant her ankles were seized. These were unceremoniously tied to the ropes low down on the trees, so that poor little Laura was pulled off the ground into a perfect 'X' shape between the two trees. There she hung, tightly and painfully bound and crying before the leering soldiers. Indeed, the soldiers were obviously well-practised in this art form, the whole operation took just a matter of seconds. Then they stood back to admire their handiwork. The little girl was totally helpless, crying with tears streaming down her face, fearful of what was to come.

All the soldiers by this time had a huge hard-on, and several were starting to remove their clothes. "Oh my god" thought little Emma, her mind racing, "what are they going to do to us?". It was no wonder that the soldiers were getting ready for some sport. Little Laura was a gorgeous child. Officially she was five years old, but because the girls' mother tended to sleep around and become pregnant more often than not, no one had really been counting and Laura could just have easily have been just four. Either way she was fabulous little baby-girl, with long honey-blonde hair that stretched down to her pert little bottom. She was less than four feet tall, but every inch of her was magnificent. Her little baby-like face was very pretty and round with big brown eyes. Her little lips called out to be voraciously snogged. Her body was utter perfection. She had a faultless big baby pot-belly, with a neat round belly-button. Her chest was totally flat, with two little pert pi nkish-brown nipples. Her ribs were pulled taught by her hanging predicament and showed prominently through her soft baby flesh. Her arms were long and slender with hardly any muscle showing, and were pulled straight and taught as she hung from the ropes. Her little legs were long but child-like, with her beautiful tiny feet thrashing about as she tried to find a comfortable position. Her little body was glistening with sweat, which was starting to run down her fantastic baby torso with fear and the effort of trying to struggle against her helpless predicament.

The soldiers stood back and admired the sight. All were by now totally naked. And all had produced fearsome-looking whips. Poor little Laura saw them and screamed. Nicola began pleading desperately for her little sister, but her pleas were simply met by one of the soldiers striding over to her where she lay grovelling on the ground. Taking careful aim he kicked her hard in her belly. Nicola grunted and doubled up. Seconds later she started puking up the contents of her stomach all over the hard dusty soil.

Now it was time for Laura to suffer. The leader of the soldiers strode in front of her, while one of his comrades went behind her. The soldier behind Laura noticed at once her flowing long hair. Seizing it, he wrenched her head back and growled at her "We're going to make you suffer, you little Witch!!". Laura screamed. Then he pulled her mop of blonde hair up and out of the way, and wrapped it around her throat. This exposed the whole of her lovely curved back to him, a perfect target for his bullwhip. To begin with, though, he shoved the handle end of the whip against the nape of her neck, and then roughly ran it down her perfectly-curved spine before shoving it into the crack between her bottom cheeks. He then rubbed it firmly several times against her little virgin anus. The tiny opening was puckered and totally inviting, and the soldier imagined driving his erect penis into it right up to the hilt. With the firm rubbing against her anus, at once Laura could feel her bowl contract and she wanted desperately to go to the toilet. It was as much as could do to hold on to stop a full load from flirting out all over the soldier. Immensely enjoying the moment, the soldier then pushed the handle of the whip up between Laura's obscenely outstretched legs, and rubbed it firmly against the short extremity of soft flesh between her anus and cunt opening. He then gave both her cunt and her anus another good firm rub with the end of the whip's handle. This was too much for poor Laura, who could feel her bowl massively contract as her little anus was again firmly caressed. Suddenly it gave way and a soup of mess and diaorreah sprayed out of her rear love tunnel. The soldier saw what was coming and just got out of the way in time. The other soldiers laughed as Laura wailed.

The leader of the soldiers then strode up to Laura and spat in her face. "You little Witch" he growled, "this is for you!!!" Then, taking several strides back from her hanging, sweating, trembling little body, he coiled himself up and unleashed the bullwhip. The whip was a vicious, long single strand of coiled hard leather that had already been used to flog the daylights out of countless hapless little infant boys and girls. Although Laura's totally defenceless infant girl torso presented a small target, all the soldiers were well practised in the art of flogging little children. This soldier was no exception, and the whip whooped through the air at supersonic speed and contacted the tiny child right across her pot-belly. It slashed home with a fearsome 'crack' that would have knocked Laura thirty feet into the forest if she had not been so securely bound. Instead it continued its murderous path by wrapping itself around her body twice, before the soldier pulled it ha rd and it uncoiled by ripping her flesh. Totally winded, Laura nevertheless screamed the scream of the damned and almost passed out. The whip had carved a horrific and bloody path round her body but she had no time to recover. From behind came another whooping noise, followed an instant later by the whip of the soldier behind her contacting her bare back. He caught her right across the small of her back, and poor Laura jerked forward with her body arched as her head was knocked back and she screamed helplessly. This put her body in the perfect position to receive the next blow from the front. Again the long whip caught her perfectly, this time a little higher up her infant body. It slashed her perfectly across her rib cage, sending sweat flying into the air. Poor little Laura's bladder failed her at that point, and urine started spraying out of her little pee-hole. This did not stop the flogging though, as the next blow landed across her lower back on the hard bone just abov e her bottom. At exactly the same time the next one from the front also arrived, again across her pot. With the shortest of intermissions, the next lash landed diagonally across her back, while another massive blow hit her from the front. This one landed neatly against her chest, tearing her left nipple.

Nicola watched the whole violent spectacle of the flogging while writhing on the hard ground. On the other hand little Emma was trying to look away, crying and babbling incoherently. Nicola knew that she had to do something fast otherwise her little sister was going to be flayed alive. Already there were several bloody wounds across Laura's body, and by the wicked laughter from the soldiers it looked like they were not going to stop. She started screaming for help at the top of her lungs. She knew that it was futile to hope that anyone would come to help the little girls, but at least her demented cries might distract the soldiers away from Laura. Instead all she achieved was to cause two of the soldiers, who had been standing to one side doing nothing other than watching the flogging, to come over to her while the brutal beating of Laura continued unabated.

One of the two soldiers dragged Nicola to her feet by seizing her hair and yanking her hard off the ground. Nicola screamed but could do nothing. "Its time for you to join the party!!" exclaimed one of the soldiers.