~Subject: Tales of the Witchfinder part 7A
~From: an481236@anon.penet.fi (Saint Elmo)
~Date: Tue, 16 Jan 1996 10:48:40 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
A History of Witchcraft
In
Marsden, England, 1593-5
Prologue, and WARNING This material contains descriptions of bondage,
torture, murder, suicide, false imprisonment, religious desecration,
incest, witchcraft,
cannibalism, and a couple of really, really offensive sexual scenes,
including rape,
gang rape, and flaying.
In part 1 we learned how the Witch hunt originated, and how Matthew
Hopkins manipulated
and used his victims. We saw how he seized property and people, on the
pretext of purging
the community from witchcraft.
Part 2 illustrated how the plan widens, and the Dutchess, already a
prisoner in her own castle,and
seeks help, and the consequences.
Part 3 opens with how the accused witch, June, and her family, were
treated and ends with a
hope for escape....but not without a price.
Part 4 tells of the failed messenger's fate, and how the Dutchess is
doomed by it.
Part 5 details some of Matthew Hopkin's crimes on persons accused of
Witchcraft.
Part 6 illustrates both how victims escaped, and how some were made
into slaves.
Part 7 describes the testing, and the punishment used as an example to
the innocent, and how a few women escaped into pleasure.
While this series of stories are only historical re-creations,
fictional in legal terms,
they are based upon solid historical fact.
They are based partly upon the life and well documented history of the
man,
Matthew Hopkins, who today is seen as a warped sadist, but at that
time held the highest
respect of the King, and the wholehearted fear of the churches in
England.
For his word was life or death to those who encountered him.
The writings which follow should be avoided if the reader is
not of legal age to
read about perversions, rape, bondage, torture, and religious
persecutions. though while
events even worse than those described herein actually occurred, it is
felt that the tender
minds of our youth should not be exposed to them ,although in
historical fact, they actually
did occur, and indeed, have continued to occur with sad frequency in
our history.
Currently, the law has forbidden that anyone under 18 should read
these lines.
The thought is that those moldable young minds might be destroyed, or
tempted
to emulate these acts, if they knew about them.
Foolish thinking, for there are no crueler beings on the planet than
teenaged
children, whether they have read these lines, or not. But observe the
law, for it IS the law,
and if you are under eighteen, or this material offends you, stop now,
and go do something
healthy and rewarding other than studying history, and the snake pits
that civilization
occasionally creates..... The author
Janet, an example
The girls were brought into the dimly lit dungeon and chained by the
neck to the wall. With the
other eleven girls, there were now eighteen young women in captivity,
accused of witchcraft. Before long,
there would be no less than twenty, all of whom would die as witches,
history tells us, on June 26, 1645.
Each had undergone the Witchfinders testing, and had been certified by
the judges as a witch.
Some had been raped, either by the guards, or the Witchfinder's staff,
and seven others had died as a
result of beatings and other mistreatment by the guards, but twelve of
the eighteen now standing in a
frightened group at the door were still virginal.
Milo had personally verified this using his finger, and these were
now marked with a white sash
around their waist, bound tightly over their one piece robes. The rest
of the girls bore no sash.
Now he placed them against the wall, and clipped chains to their
collars.
The chain that Milo used was just long enough to allow them to lie
down on a cot that projected
from the wall, or stand beside it, but not quite long enough for them
to move to a point where they could
touch each other with their hands.
In the center of the room, in full view of the prisoners so that the
girls might be terrorized into
voluntary confessions, stood a raised platform, two feet above the
floor level. This was where the torture
would be performed, although they did not suspect it yet, and as girls
will, chatted excitedly with each
other in low tones of their various experiences.
Two young women who had found favor with the Witchfinder were assigned
to feed and bathe
the young women, and to attend to their bodily needs. These two had
already sworn to accept him as their
absolute master, and they did obey him in every fashion, including
sexual.
It was late afternoon when the Whipmaster and the judges began their
solicitation for
confessions. They began with the girls who did not have the white sash
indicating a virginal status, and
followed the same routine with each.
The girl was forced to remove whatever clothing she had upon her body,
then stand straight at
the side of her bed with her hands on her head, in full view of the
entire room.
The judge then asked quietly if she were a witch. When the first girl
denied it, the judge knelt
down before her, and pressed apart her thighs. He placed the palm of
his hand between her legs, pressing
up against her vagina, and nodded to the Whipmaster.
The Whipmaster drew back his muscular arm, and struck her full across
her breasts, just above
the nipples.
The girl sucked in her breath and held it, then as the fiery pain
flowed, she screamed in agony,
an effect not lost on the others. Her hands flew protectively to the
injured breasts, and rubbed at the
reddening line.
He asked her again. Another denial, this time not so loudly, and
through sobs and tears. She
placed her hands on top of her head again at their orders, and again
the judge knelt and put his hand
between her legs. The lash fell, this time creating a narrow burning
line on the soft undersides of her
youthful breasts, and involuntarily she urinated into the palm of the
judges hand.
"Your body confesses !", he cried.
She now doubled over in agony, her hands cupping her breasts
protectively, and then fell to her
side and huddled sobbing and moaning on the side of the bed, held
helpless by her neck chain.
"Yes, yes,AAAAAaaaaa!" she screamed, "I confess to everything.!"
They left her there, and went to the next girl, who after being
stripped naked, and made to stand
with her hands on her head in the same unprotected stance, suddenly
burst into tears, and quickly
confessed.
Eleven of the young women confessed to being witches and consorting
with Satan, seven refused,
even after being whipped and beaten.
The confessed witches were removed to the regular prison area, where
they were held in
individual cells by Milo and his men, and subjected to beatings, rape,
and degradation, as described
earlier, but were fed and clothed warmly.
The seven who had failed to confess, even though whipped savagely,
remained in the chamber,
still tethered on their chains.
The torturer now wanted a young, strong woman who would not die
easily. He scanned each girl,
and stopped at Janet.
He was sure he had found his ideal victim. She was slim, of medium
height, and with long
shapely legs that met in wide hips and full buttocks. A small waist
emphasized her firm pear shaped
breasts that even with the whipmasters marks showing ugly dark red
lines across them , were the finest in
the room, and while swollen from the whip would most certainly suit
his needs.
The white sash indicated she was a virgin, and he considered that for
a few moments, and
adjusted his plan accordingly.
Her confession was no longer essential. She was to be an example to
the other girls of what real
torture they could expect if they continued to refuse to confess.
First, he would satisfy himself. He seized her roughly, and forced her
to the bed. He turned her
face down, and tied each wrist to an ankle, then unfastened her neck
rope and carried her wriggling form
to the dais in the center.
In full view of the other six girls tied to the walls, he made her
kneel, then stripped off her robe
and sash. He turned her now and posed her face down, buttocks high,
and legs apart. They saw him open
his trousers, and holding a huge erect cock in his hand, begin to rub
it vigorously up and down the wide
parted crack of the helpless girl's buttocks.
Janet could not see what he was doing, but felt him grasp her hips,
and with his thumbs spread
her vaginal lips, and put the tip of his now slippery cock against her
soft flesh.
It was over quickly. He groaned as if in pain as he orgasamed deep
inside the helpless woman,
who unable to resist could only beg him to cease. The women on the
walls were shocked, and terrified. A
few were crying now, finally realizing their hopeless situation, and
desperate to escape the torture they
were sure was about to occur.
Two more confessions were made without further ado, and the five
remaining watched as a
struggling Janet was carried to the rack, and the heavy wooden bar
closed over her neck, her arms bound
behind her, each leg tied to the ropes which led to the windlass that
now pulled her slim body taut, legs
extended to their limits, and moaning in terror.
A glowing brazier was brought close with several red hot irons buried
in it, and Janet began to
beg for mercy, confessing over and over again in almost screaming
intensity.
The torturer was not to be deflected from his purpose however, which
was to make an example of
her for the others. Now the torturer bent to his task.
He laid a razor sharp knife down beside her, and sat on the frame next
to her. He ran his hands
down the length of each long slim leg, now pulled out stiffly, then
with a piece of charcoal, marked a line
across each thigh, precisely at the point where the legs joined in the
crotch.
He marked each arm at the shoulder in similar fashion, as the chamber
watched in silent
anticipation, not comprehending what he was about.
He truly enjoyed his work, as his bulging crotch testified.
He bound a cord tightly about each leg and arm where the marks were,
and twisted them tightly,
then with a smooth practiced movement, he severed her left leg from
her body, slicing thru flesh and
rounding on the bone. He picked up a heavy cleaver, and with two
strong blows completed the act,
chopping thru the bone. Now he tightened the cords still more, and
reached for the white hot poker. He
used the hot poker to sear the open wounds, stopping the flow of blood
which had begun to gush forth.
Ignoring her screwams of agony, He severed her right leg in similar
fashion. This time he used a heavy
hatchet to chop away the bones, and after searing her stump, dropped
the bloody thighs to the floor,
leaving her ankles still bound to the iron frame.
He amputated her arms in the same fashion, and seared the wounds,
saving her from immediate
death by loss of blood, but leaving her in unutterable agony, mewling
and gasping in pain.
The girls on the wall were horrified. One girl fainted, and two others
threw up.
Now the torturer picked up the torso of the unfortunate girl, and
finding her slit with difficulty
because of the blood and burnt flesh ends, he seated it precisely upon
a long sharp spike that projected
upward from the floor. The sharp metal spike slid upward through her
vagina, and pierced deep into her
belly, but not quite deep enough to reach her heart. Her torso was
held up and kept from toppling to the
floor seated as it was on the deadly metal . The torturer now grasped
the hair of the helpless girl, and
cupped her dear face with his other hand, and as her eyes glazed with
her approaching death, he pried
open her mouth, and thrust his thick cock deep into her throat.
Her head jerking in choking convulsions, he held her face tightly to
his crotch, then ejaculated,
forcing a long string of bloody semen to drop from her lax mouth as it
overflowed the cavity.
He drew out his cock from the dying, twitching torso of what had once
been a beautiful young
woman, and still naked, brought each captive forward, and forced them
to kiss the dying woman on her
sticky lips, then each in turn had to twist the nipples of the full
breasts of the armless and legless torso,
eliciting a few last groans of pain.
Finally, with all of the remaining girls eager to confess to anything,
he turned and bent down to
Janet, still impaled the spike and with two quick strokes of his sharp
knife split her breasts wide open,
dividing her nipples, allowing her remaining blood to flow unimpeded
down the front of her maimed
body. She died, minutes later and was removed by the cook, piece by
bloody piece.
The ordeal of Gloria
Gloria rolled her head slowly from side to side in agony. A thin
trickle of blood escaped from the
corner of her mouth where she had bitten her lip.
She would not again give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
If they were going to force
her to confess, it would take more than jabbing needles into her
flesh, she vowed.
She told herself that they might break her body, but never her spirit.
She knew she was innocent. The accusation of witchcraft was false. She
would never confess to
it, no matter what they did to her.
She stubbornly ignored the pain, masking it with a rising hatred
against the murderous
Ropemaster, who had been assigned the task of obtaining her full
confession.
The Witchfinder had probed her earlier with his trick needle under the
thin guise of "Testing her
for signs of the Devil's entrance". He had now made her a prisoner,
after presumably finding an entrance
on her naked body, and with the death warrant quickly signed by the
three judges, who had evaluated her
lithe beauty already, as the Witchfinder had applied his needle.
She had stood tied and helpless, utterly nude, poised on her tiptoes,
arms and legs opened so that
every part of her beautiful little body had been fully exposed to
their lustful view..
Her lissome body was now well spotted with the Witchfinder's needle
marks, but her full breasts
had suffered from his attention the most. They were tender, swollen
and hard from the bruising, piercing,
and squeezing.
She had screamed. She was ashamed to admit it, but the needle's agony
had been too great when
he forced it slowly into, then twisting it upward, out of her flesh,
completely through the fatty pad of her
pubis.
It was agony, and she had fainted. But not before she had felt the
beginnings of deep internal
convulsive muscular contractions, and the familiar mind twisting
effects of a sexual orgasm, produced
only by the rising level of her suffering.
Pain and pleasure had swapped roles suddenly.
She had escaped the usual torment of the judges sexual attack only
because the judges were sated,
having "tested" two young girls earlier, and after repeatedly raping
them, were too exhausted and drained
for Gloria.
The Witchfinder had gestured to the Ropemaster, and ordered ," This
one is stubborn. Get her
confession, before you put her into the cells".
Gloria knew that he was forbidden to kill her outright, but that if
she should die in his custody,
there would be no questions asked. He was clearly enjoying her
stubborn agony, as he leaned close to view
his helpless victim.
Gloria was a beautiful girl, as were all of the women the Witchfinder
had selected. Still naked,
she lay full length on the rack, where he had tied her wrists to the
ropes attached to the pulley wheels at
each upper corner, her ankles were bound to iron rings set deeply into
the solid oak wood of the rack.
A groove ran down the length of the rack, to drain off urine and
blood, and the pail at the end
contained a pint of yellow liquid that she had ejected when the first
blow of the knotted rope had snapped
hard against the soft tender place between her straining thighs,
eliciting a sudden shock of agony like
nothing she had ever felt in her life before now.
Another blaze of agony lit upon her chest, as he snapped the knotted
end of the rope hard against
her already erect and hardened left nipple, then before she could
twist her body away, he struck at her
right nipple, but missed and the blow fell full on the soft underside
of her breast.
The agony was indescribable, and she screamed.
Blood began to trickle from the ends of the nipples of each of her
full breasts, tracing down her
heaving sides, to the hard oak beneath her now twisting, writhing
body.
He paused, and put his hand on her heaving belly, looked down at the
helpless woman lying
before him, and smiled an evil smile, then unbuckled his trousers. A
huge shaft sprung forth as he
dropped them from his waist, and Gloria understood what he was about
to do to her.
She lay in agony, her hands clasping and unclasping, her head turning
from side to side,
pillowed by the massy red-gold of her luxuriant auburn hair, her mind
buzzing with pain messages, and
the feel of his hands running over her slippery blood slicked breasts,
over her chest, his lips pressing
against hers in a hard, painful kiss.
He reached between her thighs with his hand and cupped her sex in his
palm, rubbing her hard,
slowly, up and down.
He found her slit dripping wet, her hips rising to meet his hand.
His finger pressed harder against the fat vaginal lips, and he felt
them part easily under his
pressure. She was aroused, as some of his victims were, by the cruelty
and helplessness of her situation.
She wanted a master, and he would give her what she wanted.
It was a reaction he had seen a few times before, and he was not
surprised when her hips began to
push up against his palm, quite involuntary, he knew. It was her
body's way of stopping the infliction of
more pain. She would turn it into pleasure.
He turned the wheel another notch and heard her moan, then heard those
expected popping
sounds within her joints that spoke of slowly parting tissue, and hip
joints beginning to separate and begin
to pull out slightly from their sockets.
She began screaming, short gasping trills, and cries of agony, and all
of Gloria's resolve
disappeared in the searing wash of agony that flooded her from hip to
shoulder as the strained joints
slowly began to part.
She fainted after ten minutes of unbelievable agony thruout her entire
nude straining little body,
culminating with two more hard blows upon her unprotected belly with
the knotted rope.
The Ropemaster released the tension of the ropes, moved her arms and
legs enough to re-seat the
dislocations, and then splashed water over the supine form of the
little woman. and washed her aching
slim body clean of dried blood, sweat, and mucus. He bent over her
then, released her ankles, and leaning
over her, he stared deep into the helpless woman's large gray eyes.
"I'm going to fuck you," he murmured into her ear, " Then I'm going to
torture you some more".
She felt a thrill of fear, then her rebellious body reacted, and her
nipples rose to hard points, and she felt a
warmth begin between her legs.
She tensed her lithe body, then felt a sudden rush of familiar
emotion, as he roughly pushed apart
the slim legs and mounted her. She had always secretly wanted to be
raped. To be forced into degradation
and punished. Now it was happening, and she was aroused quite beyond
reason.
He thrust slowly, working his great cock deep into her, until he had
his full length buried inside
the belly of the writhing little woman, who, to the surprise of both
of them quickly grew wet and slippery
with passion as he ground down into her as she lay there, helpless to
prevent the rape, and actually
thrilling to the excitement.
She screamed in orgasmic passion as she felt him begin the
ejaculations into her, and her own
body responded with a series of orgasms greater than anything she had
ever experienced before. Again and again she peaked, until she fainted
from exhaustion, strain, and excitement..
She regained consciousness after only a few moments, and felt him pull
free, and rise. This was a
totally new and unexpected development, and neither of them knew what
to say.
She was still bound to the table by her wrists, and lying face up on
the oak rack. She drew up her
legs and parted her knees, to ease the pain in her belly, and as she
did so, white milky semen dribbled free
of her slowly tighten vagina.
True, he had raped her, and the cruel force of it had bruised her
entire hip area, but she wanted
him to continue, not stop. What an incredible feeling!.
Gloria began to recover her wits, and think. She was not going to die.
They would make every
effort to keep her alive for a long, long time so that she might serve
their pleasures. She knew that she was
breathtaking, and that men desired her. Her slim shapely body and
beautiful face meant she was probably
going to be kept unmarked until the end, whatever that might be, but
the newly discovered fact that she
was enormously machosistic, and needed the pain in order to maximize
her orgasms replaced her terror
with a strange new excitement.
She was going to encourage any punishments and pain they might want to
inflict on her. Up to a
point, she realized, she would never be totally free again, for the
new found delight would someday
become the ultimate thrill of all and that would be.. death.
She felt the warm tickle of excitement as she contemplated her future.