From the Witchfinder's Files, Tale I: Snake in Chains

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Phyliss just screamed and screamed, in panic now. She even lost her head enough to try to break out off her bondage, what was impossible of course. She jsut could have tried to reactivate her magic shield, and use her selfhealing magic, but she was just to freaked out to think off it, maybe for her own sake.

 

[Knightmare27]

The screams got him some impressed applause from the watching crowds - judging by some whistles, her breasts jiggling freely as she threw herself around in a panic had impressed some men in the crowd too...

But that was something for later, when the children and womenfolk were not watching anymore. Deciding not to overdo it on the first day, he just let her stand there until sunset, naked, injured, humiliated, and the subject of many mocking comments.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

The gorgon just hang in the rack, sad, frightened and sore. Carefully she applied some healing magic - just not to much, just to ease the pain. She asn't that uncareful to heal all injuries right now. But it was a relief that it worked again, after all. If she could stand that long. As she wasn't troubled with that much pain now, she realized how hungry she was. Could she stand that long? And even if she healed herself, wouldn't she be too weak to walk away?

 

[Knightmare27]

The Witchfinder patiently waited until nightfall, when most of the jeering, staring masses had dissipated. The man discreetly standing in a side alley was much less patient, he could tell; however, what was about to happen now was not officially part of the punishment. Or even all that legal.

Nevertheless, city officials were willing to turn a blind eye to it, not least because some of the men who paid him for this were city officials. Such as the heavyset man who, after a few furtive glances, now left the alley and walked towards the torturer and his victim.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She had not really slept, but dozed when the torture was over for today and the pestering mob had lost interest. But she cam back to her senses when she heard somebody approaching. Even with the blindfold she recognized the familiar ound of steps, but there was somebody else as well, moving slower and heavier.

 

[Knightmare27]

After another couple of sideways glances, the vice-mayor dropped his pants and stepped closer to the pillory, where the Witchfinder was standing behind the captive's butt, pointing to it like a salesman. The fat man was not doing this for the first time, and so, as soon as he had assured himself no one was watching, he very confidently stepped forward and started rubbing his naked groin against her butt.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss


"Uhhh...." Phyliss felt somebody puttting his hands on her hips, and she felt that familiar rubbing at her exposed backside. Many men prefered to take her doggystyle because they felt uneasy looking into her eyes. They did not really know that looking into her eyes was completely unharmful, as long as she did not want to pretrify someone. It was as as safe as her snakes, which moved by their on will, but only bit if she wanted to. Most men who took her from behind did not realise that some of her snakes where long enough to reach them if she meant harm. After some moments she realized that it wasn't the inquisitor that approached her now. He felt different, even if she hadn't felt his cock yet. But she was sure this would not take to long.
"I'm a gorgon..." she protested weakly, waving her snakes around.

 

[Knightmare27]

"I'd rather say you are gorgeous", the fat man snorted as he intensified his rubbing, exciting his penis against her voluptous butt cheeks.

In a much more serious voice, the Witchfinder added: "You will not harm the gentlemen who pay for this service!"; to emphasize his point he brought a sharp metal rod he had been heating in the bowl of coals which served as lighting and heating close to her face.

"Furthermore, you will keep silent. And I mean both now and later. This never happened. And if you do make a noise - you would be surprised how easy it is to cut out a tongue..."

The vice-mayor was now being true to his title. His round face covered in sweat, his hands moved forward and groped the captive's breasts. With a satisfied moan, he slowly slid inside her and stopped for a moment to catch his breath and savour the experience.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

As Phyliss had trained her voice so long to be all perfect in society that it would get her anyhing she asked for, she underestimated how much the men were aroused by her sound if she was frightened and unprepared, often producing an instand hard-on.
She knew to well that he meant what he said, so she shut her mouth immediately. She slightly gasped as she was penetrated by the bulky guy who grabbed her breasts the same time, groping them hard while he buried his hard cock inside her. With the threat in her mind, she did not dare to move or protest.

 

[Knightmare27]

The vice-mayor was going at a steady, not too fast pace and panting, with his red face showing obvious satisfaction. The Witchfinder could not help but smile a little at another satisfied customer.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him. Maybe he could get her to make this a little more interesting? Tighten her up a little? With a flourish, he put the pointy iron back in the coals, waiting until it was white hot. Then, he held a rag in front of her face and quietly said: "Now open up. I'd rather not have you scream out or anything else stupid! It could cost you your tongue."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She didn't know what he was up to, but sureley it was something unpleasant. She cursed the blindfold, making the whole scene just more frightening. So she gasped and opened her mouth, trying not to squeal as she was pounded by the second man.

 

[Knightmare27]

"Good girl!"

He rammed in the rag and fastened it with a quick knot. Satisfied, he looked over at his customer, who had worked up quite a sweat and was obviously trying to muffle his screams of pleasure, to avoid... embarassing consequences if he woke anyone up.

The Witchfinder took the iron rod and waited for the right moment. There! The vice-mayor was shuddering in pleasure... the torturer suddenly pressed the hot iron against the side of her right breast.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

At the sudden, unexpected pain she tried to scream, but only a desperate squeal cam through the gag, while tears were running out under her blindfold. Whay did he do that? It was so unfair, she had done all he asked. She jerked around, trying to move away from the place he was probably standing, even forgetteing the dick inside of her.

 

[Knightmare27]

As expected, she suddenly jerked around, exciting the man behind her even more as he let out a long, contented grunt, then quickly pulled out and put on his clothes properly again. A small bag of gold changed hands, and the fat man disappeared into the shadows, as respectable as he had been before this dirty little deal.

"Good job, girl!", the Witchfinder cooed, patting the gorgon on her back like a horse.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Phyliss cried and sobbed into the gag in her mouth. She did not dare to heal the painful injury as long as he was around, and the pain on her breast was strong. She weakly hang inside the pillory, dropping down on the floor as far as she did get.

 

[Knightmare27]

He consoled her by patting the sides of her breasts - feeling the nasty burn the iron had made, then pulled out the gag.

"It's over for tonight. Try to get some rest - the crowd wants another big performance out of you tomorrow."

He took one last look at her, bent over in the pillory, her skin bluish in the pale moonlight. Exhausted, broken, scared. She really needed some rest, even though it would be an uncomfortable rest stuck in that board...

With one last pat on her butt, he left, leaving her alone with two guards and the pillory which held her.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Phyliss didn't really stop sobbing as he pulled the gag out. She kept weeping for a while, wondering if she would find any sleep at all. At least sh partly healed herself, to ease the pain and keep alive, but she did not dare a full regeneration. That had to wait, if she would live long enough.

 

[Knightmare27]

The Witchfinder was back early the next morning, just as the sun was coming up and throwing its first rays on the exhausted prisoner.

He immediately got busy setting up the next horror for her to endure: Next to a sturdy stake, he planted a long spike in the ground, its tip somewhat rounded; not sharp enough to make her bleed, but much too sharp to stand on comfortably for more than a few seconds.

Having set this up, he went over to the pillory to check on the state of his captive and wake her up.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

The grgon had finally dozed off by pure exhaustion, as she was woken up she was close at turning the snakes againt her enemy, but she didn't. She was not sure if it was still sentiment or already resignation, but it did not matter.
"How long..." she whispered pleadingly.

 

[Knightmare27]

What a pitiful appearance she gave when he returned the next morning! She hung slumped over in the pillory, even though that alone must have caused her great pain throughout the night. Her voice was hoarse and weak as she whispered the question.

"...a whole week! And to think you only made it through one day yet! Show some strength!"

He really meant this hissed, angry reply as he freed the prisoner from the pillory and tied her hands. The public demanded a spectacle, and an unconscious demon would not satisfy them.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Phyliss stood up, straight and graceful, realizing that she had a crowd before her. This was more a way of reflex then care for his word. She was used to draw all the attention onto her wherever she was. She could almost feel them, leering down there, even without seing them.

 

[Knightmare27]

In spite of all the injuries, the exhaustion and the rough rope wrapped around her hands, she looked stunning as she stood up straight for the first time in a day. He could not help but feel slightly proud of that woman. She was making a great show for the few people who were out that early.

Now he wanted to see how long she could keep up that proud posture when she faced the next torture. "Come", he said softly, tugging on the rope and leading her towards the spike.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She walked slowly as he pulled her forward, she didn't want to trip over something as she could not se. She was almost curious, but more frightened what evil surprise he did have for her. She felt that her nipples had hardned, but not from arousement, but the fresh air n her nude body and the excitement she was in. She decided not to be broken to easily.

 

[Knightmare27]

She looked quite elegant as she cautiously followed him, clearly mustering her last reserves of strength to avoid complete humiliation. Her way only led her a few steps to the side and up two small wooden blocks to the side of the spike. After having fixed the rope around her hands high above her head, he removed the blocks so that, for the coming hours, she would have to choose between standing on the spike, or hanging by her arms. A difficult choice indeed for his poor prisoner...

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

As she was hanged from the arms, she expected to be whipped. But it wasn't that, but something much more sinister. It didn't take long until she had found out that new way of torture. She had to shift between standing and hanging all the time, but it was painful and so terrible exhausting. At least she managed not to scream, or tho whince or whimper, although she could not helpl to utter some painful moans each time she changed.