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THE WITCHFINDER'S PRIZE [ part 4 ] The Torment of Nicola and Laura In Part 3 of our tale set in the lower Rhineland of 1618, poor little Mary (barely nine-years-old) had been dragged into a medieval torture chamber in the Witchfinder's castle where several infants were being tortured without mercy. She herself had then undergone some initial tortures by the brutal torturers, prior to her being dragged away so that she could be given over to the Witchfinder himself and a fate worse than death. Her gorgeous little sisters, Nicola and Laura, had also been captured in the forest near the Witchfinder's castle by soldiers in the pay of the Witchfinder. Drop-dead gorgeous Nicola at barely six, and pretty little Laura at five or probably even four years old, had been caught along with their beautiful little friend Emma, who was just five. To begin with, Laura was flogged by the brutal soldiers. Nicola had tried to help her, but was about to entertain the troops herself . . . And so the story continues . . Even though she was only five or more likely but four years old, Laura was a strong little child. This was a very bad thing for her, because it meant that she had not yet lost consciousness during the brutal lashing that she was receiving. Instead she hung, hopelessly spread-eagled between the two trees, while merciless blow after slashing blow landed onto her beautiful naked infant body. She felt every violent lash go right through her, and screamed or squealed as the blows struck home. Soon drips of blood were landing on the barren ground beneath her, to lie with the pools of urine, sweat and diarrhoea that her little child body had already given up to the forest while she was being tortured. Poor little Nicola, her fabulous little six-year-old sister, was about to undergo the same fate. But although the soldier who had roughly picked her up off the ground by her hair had every intention of hanging her between two trees by her wrists and ankles and flogging her like Laura to almost certain death, before that he fancied having her little child love tunnels as well. So gorgeous Nicola was dragged to the nearest mound. This turned out to be a large and very suitably curved slab of rock. She was flung down onto it, and some of the other soldiers helped him to pull her arms and legs out after her rope bonds had been cut. Stakes were driven into the ground and her wrists and ankles were tied with very rough rope to them, so that she was spread-eagled in a perfect 'X'-shape. Her head hung over the far end of the rock which was perfect for her to have a large penis buried into her mouth and deep down into her throat, and her legs were pulled agonisingly wide open exposing her six-year-old cunt for rape and torture. Nicola tried to struggle as much as she could but it was no good, the soldiers were all immensely strong and easily over-powered her feeble attempts to resist. Instead she lay spread out on the hard rock. The face of the rack was curved and so little Nicola was curved around it, her back slightly arched and her pert little pot belly stuck out prominently. Her exquisite six-year-old infant body was glistening with sweat. It was already starting to drip off her soft flesh onto the stone that she was so roughly attached to. Her heart was pounding out of control and her little flat chest was heaving as she struggled for breath. Her long glorious honey-blonde hair was lying in all directions, and she gazed in terror at her captors with her beautiful baby-blue eyes. She could see that all the men standing around her were huge, naked warriors. Each had an enormous, erect penis that was just ready to mercilessly assault her exquisite helpless body. Two had armed themselves with fearsome-looking bullwhips, of the type that was being used to flay her little sister to death. Two of the others had large, razor-sharp knives. What were they going to do with those? The fifth soldier was armed with an horrific instrument that had several barbed hooks at its end. Nicola was terrified by the sight of it, surely it was not going to be used to rip open her flesh and tear it from her bones. The thoughts crashed through her dazed mind that she was going to be slaughtered, slowly and horribly slain in a bloodbath while her little sister was flogged to death before her. In fact Nicola was totally correct in her fears. Normally, most of the soldiers who were in the pay of the local Witchfinder carried out their tasks dutifully. They would round up little children suspected of Witchcraft or other unnatural acts, and after having some fun of their own with them, they would normally hand over their hapless captives to the Witchfinder or his lieutenants. However, the seven soldiers who had captured Laura, Nicola and Emma, were renegades who were much happier taking the children that they caught for their own brand of justice and sport. Few if any of the children that they arrested would ever find their way into the hands of the Witchfinder, the seven soldiers would instead keep them so that many would meet lingering and agonising deaths after being raped and tortured out of their minds. Without doubt the three little girls were about to endure a fate worse than death at the hands of these seven brutes. Fortunately for the little girls, however, fate intervened to save them at least for the present. The sight of little Nicola spread-eagled on the rock, with her virgin six-year-old cunt totally defenceless and inviting for violent sex, drove several of the soldiers over the edge. One of the soldiers with a whip fell onto the little girl and rammed the hard leather handle of the whip firmly into her little cunt. Nicola arched her back and screamed as blood splattered the soldier when he wrenched the whip handle out of her. Luckily, however, the blood acted as a lubricant because seconds later an enormous erect penis was rammed in as far as it would go into her defenceless love tunnel. The writhing, screaming little girl beneath him was enough to give the first soldier a massive orgasm, which he shared with the little girl by filling her tiny cunt with his cum. Nicola was then violently raped in turn by the other four soldiers. She had little time for sobbing, because the first soldier quickly made his way round to her head. Seizing her lower jaw with one of his massive hands to force her little mouth open and almost crushing it into pieces, he exclaimed "Bite on me and I'll cut your throat!!" He then rammed his still-erect penis as far down her throat as it would go. Nicola thought that it was going to go down as far as her tummy, and soon her stomach was being filled with squirts of cum. Nicola had originally hoped that her actions in drawing attention onto herself would stop the violent flogging that her little sister Laura was receiving. But the brutal lashing of Laura had carried on unabated. It looked as if she was going to be flayed alive, and the two soldiers who were flogging her had no intention of stopping. However, after the helpless naked wretch had received over thirty lashes across her front, and a similar number across her back, the two soldiers were distracted by the commotion that was surrounding little Nicola. "Let's try her out for size!" gruffly exclaimed one of the two, and they broke off from flogging Laura to relieve their lust on little Nicola. Laura was left to hang semi-conscious, her mind in a daze but relieved that the flogging of her baby body had temporarily ceased - but she was in agony from her hanging position, and the many lashes that her little infant body had received. The two soldiers who had been flogging her, subsequently raped Nicola without mercy. The beautiful little six-year-old was left lying spread out on the rock sobbing and semi-conscious, her naked body glistening with sweat and a river of gore, blood and cum running from her tortured ripped-open cunt. Her pretty little face was covered with splashes of cum, and her lovely long hair was matted with sweat and cum. She had been raped repeatedly by all seven of the soldiers, who were well pleased with their work. But for her, this was only the start of the horror. At that point, all seven of the soldiers turned their attention back to Laura . . . * * * In the depths of the Witchfinder's castle, poor little Mary was in deep trouble. She had previously undergone some initial tortures in the torture chamber where two little girls and a little boy were already being tortured and used for sex. She had been fastened upside-down spread-eagled, and a metal pear had been inserted into her nine-year-old cunt. She had witnessed brutality shown to the little children who were also in the torture chamber, and had been sick at the violence around her. She had been dragged out of the torture chamber to await a fate far worse than death just as the little boy was being raped in his anus and mouth by two burly torturers. After that she had lost consciousness. Several hours later she had part awoken from her stupor. She was in partial darkness, and in an incredibly uncomfortable position. Her little wrists were tied tightly together with stout coarse rope, and were held high above her head - the rope extended upwards from her little wrists into the gloom and was obviously attached somewhere unseen high up above the little girl. Her ankles were shackled together with rusty jagged iron rings that had cut deep into her flesh. Heavy chains ran from the shackles to a rusty iron ring in the cold stone floor nearby. She was thus partially lifted up due to her wrists being held above her, but her lower legs and ankles were trailed on the cold stone ground where she was firmly attached. This made any kind of movement difficult and painful, and any thought of escape was totally impossible. Mary at once began to sob. She was very uncomfortable due to the position that she was in, but in any case her little cunt was on fire from the metal pear that had been agonisingly opened out inside it earlier. She felt that she needed to go to the toilet and looked around her in growing despair for some means to relieve her predicament. She was in a gloomy half light in what appeared to be a smallish room, which had heavy stone walls. Mary saw with growing fear that chains hung down these walls, and there were many old iron rings and hoops sticking out of the ancient stonework. With horror she then noted dried red spatters and runs down the walls. This was presumably blood. Then she saw what appeared to be a large pool of blood on the floor near her. Perhaps some hapless captive child had been tortured or even brutally killed in the little cell only a short time before. At once she felt a soup of mess frothing up inside her belly, and seconds later it came up in an unstoppable surge. The sick spewed out of her mouth and dripped onto the floor in a puddle. Mary began to cry uncontrollably. How was she ever going to get out of this horror? After a few moments she returned a little to her senses and noticed that in the corner of the cell appeared to be a roughly-hewn hole in the stone floor. Presumably this was a toilet. With growing despair she tried to lurch herself in the direction of the hole, but this just made her throbbing ankles scream with pain. With no hope of getting near to the toilet her bladder finally gave up and a trickle of urine and blood made its way down her legs and settled in a pool at her feet. Almost at once her bowls gave up too, and a mess of diarrhoea flirted out of her rear love tunnel onto the floor. Mary returned to crying uncontrollably. Only a short time later, she could hear heavy footsteps coming towards the little room. She froze with terror. Was someone coming for her, to take her to the Witchfinder's torture chambers and an almost certain lingering agonising death? * * * In the forest, little Laura hung helplessly in front of the seven soldiers. Having finished raping her big sister they were now eyeing her up, licking their lips and getting ready for the kill. Poor Laura's infant body was covered in lash marks, scored and bloody from the merciless flogging that she had already received. But that had only been a prelude, now much worse was to come. The helpless little four-year-old managed to find enough strength to begin to plead for her life, but she was cut short by a bullwhip whupping through the air and crashing across her pot belly. The blow knocked the wind out of her and landed square across a lash from her previous flogging, causing her to cry out with pain. A second blow was expertly aimed with great accuracy to fly up between her wide open legs, catching her square against her little baby cunt. A second and then a third blow in the same place an instant later caused the poor infant to become almost hysterical. The soldiers' sport was interrupted by a little screaming voice. "Pleeeeese, pleeeesse leave her alone!! Don’t kill her, she's only four! Kill me instead!" It was gorgeous little Nicola, who had regained sufficient consciousness to realise that her little sister was not going to be able to stand much more of the flogging. But her protests were futile. One of the soldiers marched over to the huge stone that Nicola was still roughly tied against. Holding a razor-sharp knife to her little throat, he gazed with hatred into her frightened baby-blue eyes. "One more word from you, and I'll cut out your liver and make you eat it!!" Nicola cringed, but to make his point the soldier ran the knife over her belly, deliberately cutting deep into her little belly button and causing her to squeal as she thought that in the next moment she would see her insides being torn out. "I'll shut her up"! growled one of the other soldiers, who had joined his comrade to torment Nicola. With a huge hand he seized Nicola's jaw and forced her mouth wide open. "Grab her tongue!!" he exclaimed to the other soldier, who laughed and inserted his huge fingers into the little girl's mouth. Seizing her tongue, he pulled it firmly until he had a good length, and then made a swift slash with his knife . . . * * * The heavy footsteps grew louder and louder, and then stopped outside Mary's cell. In the next instant she heard a massive key being turned in the lock, and then the heavy studded wooden door was flung open. Mary squealed in terror and her bowls really let rip, causing diahorrea to spray out of her anus in all directions. Whoever had flung open the door saw what was happening and gave a massive laugh. "Well, well!" boomed a deep gruff voice, "The Witchfinder's going to enjoy you, you little wretch!!". Mary screamed in horror. "Don't worry, little witch, he'll have some fine sport with you! I wonder how long you'll last? The four-year-old girl who was in that cell before you, she made a pretty sight on the Witchfinder's firehorse. She confessed - eventually - now her little body's being torn apart by the wolves!" Mary passed out on hearing that news. The huge torturer who had told her the glad tidings threw a bucket of ice cold urine over her to clean her up a little. He then unshackled her lifeless infant body, tied her aching wrists behind her back, and dragged her by the hair out of the cell. Throwing her little frame over his shoulder, he whistled as he headed down the gloomy partly-lit corridor outside Mary's cell. The corridor was decorated with hanging chains and the occasional splash of long-dried blood. He carried Mary down several flights of heavy stone steps, and along another gloomily-lit corridor which was much wider than the last. At the end of the corridor was a heavy wooden door, and several rusty chains were hanging haphazardly down the walls from the gloom above. Dangling against one of the walls was a little boy. In front of him were two burly torturers. The little boy was barely four years old. He was completely naked, and was hanging from his little wrists which were manacled way above his head. He was hanging on the end of a rusty chain which was attached to the manacles. His ankles were tied together with coarse cutting rope. He had curly light-coloured hair and a pretty, angelic sort of face. His little body was beautiful, with a little pot belly and erect little penis. The two torturers were enjoying tormenting him. He was evidently intended for a nearby torture chamber, and the torturers were busily telling him what was already happening within the torture chamber. Apparently his little sister was already in the torture chamber, being 'entertained' by several torturers. The torturers were obviously immensely enjoying what they were doing to his little sister, but she was probably not enjoying it much at all. On hearing this the boy was wailing in terror, and begging for him and his little sister to be set free. From the looks of him he had already been flogged, as his little infant torso was criss-crossed with many lash marks. His body was dripping with sweat, and from the appearance of puddles on the hard stone floor beneath him, his bladder had already let rip several times. But judging by what his two tormentors were telling him, much more gruesome horrors were evidently awaiting him and his younger sister. Mary was too overcome to take in much of this. Somewhere in her semi-conscious brain she wondered what had happened to her younger sister Anna. She had not seen seven-year-old Anna since the two of them had been captured together in the woods and had been tied and flogged by the Witchfinder's men. Before being tortured with the metal pear inserted deep into her immature cunt, she had heard the soldier who had brought her into the castle saying that Anna had already been in the torture chamber of the Witchfinder himself. Perhaps Anna was already dead, tortured slowly to death in screaming, writhing blood-soaked agony by the Witchfinder. Or perhaps she had been thrown - still alive - to a pack of wolves. The bloodthirsty half-mad creatures would have torn her apart, and voraciously devoured her soft child flesh. Or perhaps much, much worse had happened to her . . * * * Poor little Laura had passed out when the tenth slashing whip blow fell across her virgin baby cunt. At that point the soldiers stopped to admire their handiwork for a moment, and then began cutting down the little four-year-old. The plan was to tie her to the slab of rock that her sister Nicola was currently decorating, and rape her without mercy. At the same time Nicola would be hung between the two trees where Laura had been repeatedly whipped, and flogged senseless. This plan was duly carried out, and within minutes poor six-year-old Nicola was spread-eagled in a perfect 'X' shape between the two trees where her little sister had previously been hanging. At the same time little Laura was tied spread-eagled to the rock where Nicola had been raped, so that she too could be repeatedly abused. Very unfortunately for her, little Laura came to a form of half-consciousness just as the soldiers finished tying her down. This meant that it was perfect timing for her to experience being raped from the first. The start of sex for her involved one of the soldiers driving the handle of a bullwhip as deep into her little cunt as it would go. Laura screeched in pain but seconds later the blade of a very sharp knife was inserted. This ensured that there was blood for lubricant when, straight after, the soldier with the knife rammed his enormous manhood into the little girl. Laura screamed but at the same time her jaw was seized by another of the soldiers and forced wide open. This was quickly followed by a large, hard penis being driven into her little mouth. Pool Laura almost choked as squirts of nourishing jism flew down her throat. While Laura was being introduced to sex for the first time, Nicola was about to suffer the type of lashing that Laura had just endured. But in their frenzy to properly use the two little girls, the soldiers had totally forgotten about their third captive. They had forgotten that when they captured Nicola and Laura, there was a third little girl with them, little five-year-old Emma. In fact Emma was still in a heap, firmly tied up on the ground where she had been temporarily left, but so far completely untouched. She had witnessed the torture and rape of her two little companions, but had tried to quietly roll away into the bushes in the hope of escape while the soldiers were occupied with the other two little girls. Unfortunately for her, one of the soldiers suddenly remembered her. "Where's the third little witch??" he exclaimed, and a couple of his companions went to find little Emma. She squealed as the two burly soldiers found her under a nearby bush where she had craftily rolled. "Well, well, trying to escape, eh?" one of them exclaimed, and aimed a hefty kick into the little girl. Emma screamed, knowing what was in store for her. Now she too was surely going to be raped repeatedly, and flogged half to death - or almost certainly worse. "We'll have to make an example of this little wretch, trying to escape from her punishments!!" "Oh, noooooo!" exclaimed Emma. She was dragged into the clearing where Laura and Nicola were being dealt with. "This one's a little prize, too!" exclaimed one of the soldiers, licking his lips - "she's beautiful, let's try her out!" . Moments later poor Emma found herself tied between two trees. In the distance she could hear Laura being brutally raped and Nicola being violently flogged. She had tried to struggle, but the two soldiers who had dragged her to a different clearing a few yards away were far too strong for her. Now she found herself painfully hanging from her wrists and ankles, totally naked, in an 'X' shape between two trees. But unlike Nicola, she was hung upside down. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, perfectly exposing her little cunt and anus. Her lovely long brown hair was hanging down into the dirt, and she was pleading for mercy. The two soldiers were laughing, as they thought up what they were going to do first with their little captive. In fact it was obvious what to do with her. Due to her upside-down 'X'-shape, her child cunt and anus were perfect targets for the bullwhip to go in from the top. Both of the naked, erect soldiers armed themselves with their chosen instruments, and explained to Emma just what was going to happen. The poor little girl again pleaded for mercy, and tried to protest the innocence of all three girls. That was a really bad idea, and both the soldiers became enraged at the insolence of the little child. It was clear that she needed some special treatment. One of the soldiers looked for and found a suitably stout and sharp branch. By the time that he had whittled it down with his knife it was nine inches long and about three inches thick, but with a tapered end. "Little whore!", he exclaimed, "this might show you to treat us with respect". With that he aimed the slightly tapered end of the branch at Emma's totally unprotected anus. Her anal opening was a little puckered rose of a bowel opening, and perfectly dry so it at once began to hurt as he started to insert the branch. Suddenly the little sphincter of her anal opening gave as he pressed harder, and the end of the branch started to find its way inside her bowel. Emma squealed, but the soldier was going to show her no mercy and began putting his weight onto the branch to make it go in quicker and deeper. The sphincter gripped the wood firmly and the soldier had to push very hard to continue the progress of the wood. As it went in, the rough bark started to chaff her rose which began to bleed. Emma could only babble and plead as she felt the thick piece of wood getting further and further inside her. It felt like an enormous lard of shit within her bowel, and she longed to expel it. Instead it kept on going inside her bowel, until it reached the bend in her colon. But the soldier kept on pushing, and the piece of rough wood kept on going deeper and deeper into her rear love tunnel. Emma began to squeal as the agony welled up inside her little bowel. Suddenly the outside end of the branch disappeared completely inside her anus. Her little anal rose at once closed up, trapping the whole nine inches of the branch completely inside her. Emma groaned with the pain within her, and could feel the huge piece of wood inside her body, hopelessly distorting her bowel. "That’s only the start!" exclaimed the soldier, and went off to find a second, larger piece of branch to push inside her anus to join the first. This left Emma alone with the soldier who had discovered her under the bush. "Like I said," he growled, "you should be made an example of!". With that he spat at her, and planted his huge fist into her pot belly. The wind was completely knocked out of the little girl, who felt like being violently sick. But she had no time for such a luxury. Instead she heard a whip whupping thorough the air. The soldier had stood a few paces back from her hanging body, taken aim, and had opened fire with his bullwhip. The single thin strand of cutting sharp leather slashed through the air as it rifled straight at her totally defenceless body, and hit home with a thunderous "Crack!" that echoed through the forest. It was followed an instant later by an equally loud shriek, as little Emma screamed from the bottom of her soul. The whip had hit home right across her little belly button, but had kept on going around her infant body, carving a delicious track in her exquisite soft child flesh as it went. It was obvious that she was not going to be shown any mercy whatsoever. At the realisation of that, poor Emma began to be violently sick. Mess from the deepest parts of her stomach began spewing out of her mouth onto the forest floor. The soldier cruelly laughed, and took careful aim. Coiling himself up, he let fly as hard as he could. This time he aimed high, and slashed the whip to land between her wide open legs. It found its mark perfectly, landing with the force of a freight train full onto her immature cunt. But it didn’t just land there, for her little anus got the full force too. This caused the huge piece of wood within her bowel to violently move. Emma's scream was loud enough to wake the dead. At that moment the first soldier reappeared. In his hand he held something that at once caused Emma to freeze in utter terror. For he was carrying another branch, but this one must have been fifteen inches long and six inches thick. Emma began to shriek. "Oh god, nooooooooo!" she squealed, and began to thrash about as much as she could. But she could hardly move because she was stretched so expertly between the two trees, and tied so tightly. And in any case, trying to move caused the first piece of wood that was already within her bowel to twist agonisingly inside her. Emma's subsequent shriek was not of this world, and from somewhere deep within her intestine a soup of mess and diahorrea began bubbling. It found its way around and past the enormous piece of wood in her little colon, and shot out of her anus in a spray of mess. Both soldiers laughed heartily as the little girl writhed in horrific agony and the diahorrea ran down her back and into her lovely long hair. But the soldier with the new piece of wood wasted no time in adding to her living hell. Aiming the tapered end of his new piece of wood at her little anal rose, he began to push hard. Emma began to plead for her life. "Ohh, nooooo, pleeeeese, you'll kill me, pleeeeese!" At this the soldier again laughed heartily, and pushed even harder. At that moment Emma's little anal opening totally betrayed her, and willingly opened to let the end of the thick piece of coarse wood inside. The soldier then began ramming and twisting the massive log to make it go inside her to lie alongside the first within her hopelessly stretched bowel. Emma could stand it no longer and became completely hysterical, screaming for mercy and pleading pitifully for her mommy. Her increasingly hoarse cries were so loud and heart-rending that the other soldiers, who were thoroughly enjoying the rape and torture of Laura and Nicola a little distance away, broke off for a moment from their endeavours to savour the blood-curdling cries of Emma as the enormous log was inserted and twisted deep into her bowel. * * * Mary sobbed as she speculated what had happened to beautiful little Anna. In her half-conscious state, she could imagine her gorgeous little sister totally naked and writhing in squealing agony on a torture bench in the Witchfinder's hell chamber. In her half-deluded imagination, Mary dreamed that Anna would be lying on her left side, with her wrists and elbows painfully tied behind her back. Her left leg would be stretched out along the torture bench, and her ankle firmly tied down. But her right leg would be stretched painfully upwards, with her right ankle manacled to a length of chain dangling from the ceiling of the torture chamber high above. With her legs in this wide-open and painful position, Anna's seven-year-old cunt would be open for business. In Mary's deluded imagination, she could see a torturer ramming a glowing red-hot length of metal poker deep into Anna's child love tunnel. Anna would be crying out in agony, and begging for mercy. But instead a second torturer would join in the action, ramming another glowing red-hot poker deep into Anna, this time into the little girl's puckered and thoroughly raped anus. Mary was awoken out of this stupor by a heart-rending scream. One of the soldiers who had been tormenting the little barely four-year-old boy had run a razor-sharp knife across the tiny infant's little pot-belly, cutting his belly button. The boy began babbling once again, this time desperately protesting once more his innocence and the innocence of his little sister. This made the two soldiers very angry, and they promised to ensure that his little sister was brutalised even more due to his insolence. It was at that point that the heavy wooden door at the end of the corridor was flung open. Two naked, very well-endowed torturers swaggered from behind the door. Mary noticed that both were laughing, and enjoying discussing what they had just done. Each had a large penis that although no longer erect, was covered in blood. Each had obviously been recently enjoying the favours of a beautiful little girl or boy - or probably both. But it was not the two soldiers that Mary most noticed after the heavy wooden door had been opened. Because at once Mary had smelt a deep, heavy, dark and almost nauseous smell from behind the door. It was a smell of terror, of urine mixed with sweat, blood, filth and gore. It was a smell that no little child would ever want to smell. It was the smell of the castle's deep underground torture chambers - and it was always the last smell that any little child ever knew, if he or she was unlucky enough ever to enter into the inner sanctum of torture chambers in the bowels of the castle's catacombs. Without ceremony, the soldier carrying Mary's limp body entered through the door. Poor Mary was now in the darkest, most horrifying place that the Witchfinder's castle had to offer, the maze of torture chambers and private quarters where - over many years - countless little infants had undergone unspeakable, indescribable horrors . . . |