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

[Knightmare27]

"I do not like how weak-willed you were towards her...I do not like it at all...", he muttered gruffly as he led her away by the chain, "...but I understand it. I was decieved by your being a monster into not remembering that you are also a woman. I have decided to allow you to serve me only in one way - and I think you know which one." - he pulled her closer, his voice becoming a hoarse, menacing whisper - "But do not think you can get away with defying me! I demand excellent service from you when I return from work. Now wait for me in there, and make me happy when I return - or else."

They had reached the cell door, and he opened it. She would keep the robe, but her fate was to sleep in the dark and cold, on filthy straw. The fitting bed for unruly servants. And yet - he almost felt pity for her. It was hard, nerve-wracking work he had been trying to force her into. She had no torturer in her; at least now. She would have plenty of torturer inside her later that day!

Attaching the chain around her neck to the wall, he continued to speak, his hands moving from the chain to her shoulders and squeezing them once she was securely fastened: "I will have to punish you later - I told you I discipline my servants, and rebellion like yours can not go unanswered. You are too kind-hearted to inflict pain on anyone, not even those whose souls are forfeit if they do not confess. This is not cruelty for its own sake - but you hate cruelty of all kinds. Admirable, almost..." - he paused and took a deep breath; he admired her more than he wanted to admit, actually. Torture was so effortless for him, while she seemed to shy away from it equally effortlessly - "...but it is foolish, short-sighted. Eradicate Satan's work and save souls - that justifies anything! You fool... you fool of kindness..."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss looked down- shamefully and defeated, hanging her head. She sat down, resting her hand on her knees. Somehow she was stupid, for sure, risking to be punished for a woman who had enjoyed the torture and humilation she suffered just a day ago. And she wasn't just risking punishment for that bitch, she already had it pronounced. And if he said punishment... But he was true in another way. She was no torturer.

 

[Knightmare27]

When he came back in the evening, he was exhausted; it had been a long day, and the farmer woman as stubborn as a mule (and twice as hairy...). At least the two old men he had had the "pleasure" with afterwards had not lasted long. Now it was time for a much more pleasant side of his occupation. He entered the gorgon's cell.

She was sitting there, chained to the wall, and looked fearful and alone. He could tell that she was scared of him, and that worrying about the "punishment" he had announced had not made this better. Truth be told, he had received more than his fill of violence today. It was not with thoughts of punishment that he looked at her crumpled form.

"You have chosen to serve me in different ways, little demons, so... serve me."; He took of his clothes, then unwrapped her from the robe and laid on his back in front of her; the straw felt moist and slightly slippery, but he got used to it quickly. His penis was not erect yet, but he was sure she would quickly correct that problem...

 

[Belinda35]

There was no doubt what he expected from her after he had taken of her robe and lied down before her. She had still the chain round her neck which limited her movements, but she could reach his cock. She got down on her arms and legs and rawled uopn him, rubbing her breasts over his leg, until her hand found his cock. She stroked it, and it didn't take long until it stood upwards in her hands. She lowered her head and kissed it's tip, while she looked at him wift soft eyes, a beseeching expression in her face, asking for forgiveness without any words. She stuck out hor tongue, almost shy, and dipped it against his cock.

 

[Knightmare27]

She had an adorable expression in her eyes... she was still afraid of him, and the thought, together with her expert hands, made his penis swell a little. He liked her much better when she was not downtrodden and afraid - she was more sensual, and seemed to show her wild side more. But it also felt good to have her under his control that much. She was being a very good servant, except for her refusal to help him in the torture chamber. That would cost her, but...not now. A warm feeling spread through him, filling him with goodwill towards the poor, naked woman.

The kiss made him shudder; he croaked out "Good! Get it up some more, and then I want you to mount it. I think I deserve some relief. It has been a long day..."

His heavy breathing mixed with the rattling and clanking of the chain which restrained her movement. She did not make a sound... yet. He knew that she could be louder, and hopefully she would relax a little later, and again turn into the wild tiger he had seen that morning. Snakes or not, her current demeanor reminded him more of a kitten, very gentle and soft.

He lifted his upper body a little and put her nipples between his fingertips, rubbing and massaging them until they stood erect; they were long and hard now, and he could hear her breathe harder as he rubbed them.

 

[Belinda35]

Her breasts reacted as he touched them; it was strange that she could get aroused in this situations. She stopped licking and put her lips on his cock, nibbling at the tip; this would get him as hard as he could get for sure. Pleasing him would maybe soften the punishment. And sex would stop her from thinking to much...

 

[Knightmare27]

The nibbling had its desired effect very quickly; as he concentrated on playing with her nipples, he felt blood rush into his penis. Following a sudden sadistic impulse, he decided to pinch her nipples a little, just to test her reaction. Very, very slowly... how far could he go? While he kept pressing down on her right nipple harder and harder, his left twisted the other one; also very, very carefully. As he was doing so, a smile slowly spread on his face; he felt deeply contented, but his eyes showed a mischievous twinkle as he started his little pain experiment. Hopefully, she would find it as amusing as he did...

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss kept nibbling the tip of his cock, but the pain on her nibble made her gasp, and she was afraid to bite him and opened her mouth wide what made her gag and cough on his cock.

 

[Knightmare27]

He stopped twisting and pinching; castration by gorgon teeth was not in his plans for today. Instead, he just laid back and enjoyed the experience of her mouth slowly moistening his skin while her tongue brushed against the tip. If she planned to get away with merely this, though, she would not be so lucky. Sooner or later, she would have to ride him tonight.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss could not read mind, but she had a lot of experience with situations like this and learned how to read facial expressions and bodylanguage, and she watched him close. He had told her to mount him before, and she sensed that he was getting impatient, so she let him slide out of her mouth and moved backwards; the only way to ride him with that chain around her neck was the upright position. She spread her knees an swung herself backwards; so that she kneeled over his lap, his cock almost touching her labias. She folded her hands behind her neck, just balancing on her knees, touching the tip of his dick with her crotch now, getting into the right position. She had planned to lower herself slowly, taking him in slowly inch by inch. Maybe she was still to weak to hold that position, maybe some other reason, but after she felt his cock slowly entering, she dropped downwards and his cock drove deep into her like a nail, making her squeak out loud as she was suddenly fully impaled in less then a second.

 

[Knightmare27]

The squeak was a bit startling, but there was a cruel part in him which reacted to it with a new rush of lust. It seemed like he was a bit big for her, and that served her right. In the tight, warm embrace, his penis grew rock hard; he closed his eyes and put his hands around her butt, then rested them on her hips and guided her upwards - a little roughly; he wanted to see if he could make her squeal like that again.

He mostly left the movement to her, but his hands never left her hips, their grip growing stronger as he became more aroused. He did not want her to escape from her predicament - being pleasured and impaled at the same time. Even her squeals were somewhere between pain and lust, and, to him, that was where the greatest joy was. Up and down - slowly, but with force, his arms making sure that she had to take his full size every time she went down.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss squeaked each time he drove her down on his shaft. She was aroused enough not to think about it, she just went along and engaged into it. Her breast swagged with each bounce she made against his lap, and her snakes swirled around. She was working close to a climax, her yellow eyes closed in exctasy.

 

[Knightmare27]

As pleasure replaced pain in her screams, he laid back and enjoyed the experience. She really was very tight, and got ever tighter as she bounced up and down. His hands let go of her hips and shot up towards her breasts, brushing against them each time they came close. When he came, he was almost overwhelmed by it and much too surprised to hold back. One moment, he was moaning, his eyes pressed shut, and the next, a loud scream of lust reverberated through the cell. He was shocked how loud he could be, but he did not care. All his attention was on the explosion between his legs, and the sudden warmth shooting into his penis.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss came in a long, ecstatic squeal as she felt his seemen squirting into her. She grabbed her breast and squeezed them as she rode him. As she came out of her sexual trance she sblushed and looked down to to side, smiling very shy, while she still kneeled over him.

 

[Knightmare27]

She looked so adorable with the blush, he could not help but to hug and kiss her, rolling her over onto her back while pulling her into an even tighter embrace. "You were truly breath-taking", he whispered as he kissed her - even the snakes looked positively cute because they apparently mirrored her emotions... he even dared to stroke them, but thought better of kissing them.

He pulled himself out of her and knelt behind the woman, his hands resting on her buttocks as he gave her another hug from behind.

"Yes, you are most definitely better at pleasure than pain, my dear little snake. It is hard for me to believe you are not a Succubus or some other lust demon... but they normally visit men at night, while I had to catch you. Your kind is not normally that shy..."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss rolled onto her back, resting her arms behind her head. Her breats stuck out firm, but she didn't care, nor she did for her little spread leg, still showing some of her come.
"I could tell you a little story... or at least it's beginning, if you like to hear it."

 

[Knightmare27]

One finger almost absent-mindedly sliding inside her between her legs, he said: "Tell me..."; her body felt heavier now that she was not starving anymore, but also somehow...lighter. He almost regretted the terrible things he had done to her; this was no vile deceiver, no follower of the devil. Every time she was without fear, he could tell that she was...different.

She felt different inside, too. Tighter than most, but very responsive. Even in her spent state, he could feel her react to his finger's off-handed rubbing inside her. As he waited for her to tell the story, it just felt normal to explore her in this way; it almost felt like a celebration of their peace. She was no witch anymore, and he was not her jailer.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss felt his finger exploring her, and she gently rubbed her breast while she spoke. She spoke soft and slow, not overexcited, but with some sexual tension.
"A long time ago there was a village high up in the mountains. It wasn't big or rich, but very, very old, and some old people said that there had been a big road nearby generations ago, but now it ly remote and there where hardly any visitors ever. There was an older man who was known because of his daughter. She was the prettiest little girl and everybody said she was the brisked and bravest of all children. She spent hours walking around alone, and nobody was very concerned about that. One day she saw n old stonetower she had never heard of before, but she did not explore it as it was late and still a long way home. After she told about it in the village, she was forbidden to go there again. She learned that nobody spoke about it because it was believed to be cursed, although no one did know anything about it's origin. Yet they told enough frightening stories about it that she did not explore it again; and some years later she had almost forgotten it." The gorgon sighted, partly of lust, maybe for some other reason, too.
"That was the first part. I might tell the rest of it later, if you like to hear it."

 

[Knightmare27]

"If you go on like this, little snake, a story like that could take us thousands of nights, maybe more."

Still caressing her butt with his left hand while his right hand fondled her from the inside, he suddenly realized: "Are you trying to keep me from killing you? To tell me stories so that I can not stand to execute you lest I do not hear the end of your story? Why are you so afraid? Do you think I am not being true to you when I say that you will live? You are not a prisoner anymore. You are a guest... an involuntary guest, admittedly, but I would rather not have you escape. I like you too much for that..."

He was surprised, amused and annoyed at the same time that she apparently still thought him capable of killing her... on the other hand, she had to see him like that, didn't she? He had very expertly tortured her to the very edge of death. Such things probably did not leave the very best impression, he had to admit. How could he break through all that fear?

 

[Belinda35]

"I'm sorry..." she said, a bit startled by his reaction. She waited a moment.
"Yes, I am afraid. Poeple have tried to kill me many times. And no one got probably so close to it then you...I am frightened."

 

[Knightmare27]

He intensified his rubbing, his left hand cupping her left breast as he answered: "I can understand. I am very good at inflicting pain and even death, yes. But answer me this: You acted strangely when I did some of the...less gruesome things. When I tied you, for example. Almost as if you enjoyed it, at least a little bit. Is that true? Is that your secret? In that case, it is no wonder you were so hard to break. You twisted little thing!"

There was some intrigue and admiration in his voice when he added that last sentence, even though he had tried to sound strict and disapproving. If it was true, then he was equipped to make her feel pleasure and pain in that curious mixture he had felt when she had been riding him.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss moaned very soft and looked a bit embarrassed. "I.... it wasn't like that in the beginning. I first fought against it... i didn't even know. I got dominated once, and first I was only puzzled, but... I later grew almost addicted to it."

 

[Knightmare27]

He gave a triumphant grin and started squeezing her left breast harder, adding a bit of pain which she apparently enjoyed so much. "If that is so, this is the best place to indulge your addiction... you are so lucky, girl. I would not be so boastful as to say that I am the best in the world at pain, but I am...good at it. It can be very finely dosed, as you noticed. It can be mild" - he squeezed her left nipple a little - "strong" - he twisted it once - "or agonizing" - another twist until she winced in pain - "If it is carefully applied, not by a butcher. These machines over there in the torture chamber are capable of so much more if they are used by someone who knows their way around them..."

 

[Belinda35]

"No, please don't put me there again!" she begged. The terrors of the last days came back into her mind, and she shivered.

 

[Knightmare27]

"Oh, don't you worry!", he laughed, "if we go back there, it will be at your request, and I will be careful, very careful. I do not want you to confess anything anymore, demon girl. I know these things all look very brutal and crude, but if used with subtlety, they can make you feel entirely new things, and not only pain. If you want to, of course..."