Witch Hunt

[poohlive]

"I tried to help you, I tried many things. In the end, you chose him, you chose yourself. You did not choose me. So, I release you Amber. I release you to whatever other means you want. I am tired of helping you, why don't you help yourself? Huh? You are the one who got into this. Get yourself out."

He let his cock fall hard against his thigh. She had not touched it, not even tried to lick it. A shame. For them both. He took his cock away from her.

"I get to fuck my pleasure from you, and then leave you to whatever ends you wish of yourself."

He pushed the man away from her cunt, his cock seperating those brought cheeks, still red and warped from constant slapping. He did not even spit on his own cock. Only dried blood and some sticky drops of cum were on it. It was dry as a bone.

WIth one hard grunt, which caused both her and the rockinghorse to lunge forward, he pushed deep into her ass. His cock buried between her cheeks, pushing, seaching, trying to find her hole. The friction between them unbearable, hard skin against skin, riding, grinding, grating into each other.

The head was not even inside. It only poked against her outer hole, threatening to rip her open, to push deep inside, to tear the last part of her still pure and innocent body from herself.

He pushed like that again, a hard thrust, his whole body sweating, using all the strength a Blacksmith can. The workhorse groaned against the boards it slid across, she went with it. He pushed and pushed, as hard as he could. No lube, no easing her ass into it. The worst kind of rape.

And, on his third deep grunt, his third full push inside her, he felt the head, ever so slowly, agonizingly rip open the rim of her ass. It gave away to him, reluctant as it could, and part of his cock filled her. They both stopped, as skin grabbed against each other, as her sheath, dry, unwilling, grabbed hold of him and yielded. It hurt, pain struck Ned. IT felt as if her ass were made of fire, and it was now wrapped partially around his cock.

"Damnit," He winced, grabbing her hips, keeping himself upright.

"You are so fucking tight," He smiled, as the rest of the men laughed. Some spit on her, on her face, watching it fall to the ground, on her back, in her hands, while their cocks got easier access.

Ned, even through the pain, determined to take this from her. It was his to have. Her last payment for his services. One this was done, he could finally be rid of her.

He pushed again, slowly but surely, fucking her ass.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Ned won't help you" came the voice, soft, yet clear, so certain of what she uttered, so certain that she was correct, knowing that Ned only cared for Himself, that was the way it has always been with Ned.... what Ned wanted... what Ned needed.... what Ned..... TOOK..... no matter the begging, the screaming, the pleading.... She herself had begged Ned, begged for salvation... Ned had not given it too her.... she had to go deeper to find it... so very much deeper...

They were too busy, too busy spitting on her, too busy abusing her, too busy with their own pleasures, their own wants, their own needs, to hear, or notice the naked girl who brazeningly walked into the barn... she finding that the men, if one were to call them that, she would not, the men, not wishing to be caught, had dragged the poor girl into the barn and up into the loft, affording themselves a bit more... privacy....

None saw her as she ascended the latter into the loft, where so much pain was taking place...

Ned, took no notice, so intent He was on His rape of Amber's ass... Ambrosia's golden eyes came to rest on the girl, the men were all standing around her.. completely dumbfounded... obviuously wondering who the hell she ws and how had she gotten in there without being attacked by the others outside...

The look on their faces was really quite funny....

"get out" she growled, her voice low...

It was not her words that drove the men to scramble... not her words at all... but the shadow of the Serpent that appeared behind her, if only for a moment. These men were all lowly slaves to that Serpent, their souls were already lost...

Had the shuffle of feet caught Ned's attention? Had the huffing of breath as the men rushed out?

Mattered not to Ambrosia... not at the moment... her attention focused on Amber...

Upon her knees, before the stricken girl, Ned's cock tearing into her ass..... She could not stop that, Ned was beyond her control, at least for the most part. She may be able to... entice Him, manipulate Him...

But Amber was her first priority....

She met the girl's eyes, laying a finger to her lips to halt her scream.... "shhhhhhhh" came the softness of her voice... then she looked up at Ned...

"Ned.... ".....

"NED".....

Ambrosia's mind was racing... twisting.... "I.. I can try and take the pain away.... but You have to trust me... Amber... " she whispered... "I can bring You peace... salvation.... He can.... just let me help you..."


"NED!!!"

 

[Britwitch]

"I tried to help you, I tried many things. In the end, you chose him, you chose yourself. You did not choose me. So, I release you Amber. I release you to whatever other means you want. I am tired of helping you, why don't you help yourself? Huh? You are the one who got into this. Get yourself out...I get to fuck my pleasure from you, and then leave you to whatever ends you wish of yourself."

Amber whimpered, panicking as Ned moved around behind her. Her breathing shallow and growing faster and faster. Pulling, struggling, all in vain as she felt Ned roughly shove the man at her sex out of the way.
"Please...please don't do this to me..." She cried, her voice shaking and eyes glistening with yet more tears, her throat sore and her entire body aching from the abuse it had received so far. Bite marks, bruises and scratches across her breasts, her behind slapped to a bright rosy red, almost hot to the touch.

"Ned won't help you"

The voice was quiet, barely even audible...but it reached Amber's ears. She frowned, her mind almost taken away entirely from the feeling of Ned's hands roughly spreading her ass to him. Then she was brought sharply back to reality. Ned thrust forwards with such force the whole workhorse shifted across the floor, taking Amber with it. She howled as his shaft probed painfully against her flesh, seeking out her only remaining virginal hole. He thrust again, swearing and sweating as his member was kept out of her anal passage once more.

“Ned…Ned stop…please…” Amber began but did not finish. Ned’s third, and most vicious thrust yet carried the head of his shaft into her ass. Her scream echoed chillingly in the air. Ned froze, surely feeling some of the pain that was tearing Amber apart. There was nothing to ease or aid his passage inside her and yet he kept forcing forwards, Amber felt light headed as the pain swept through her again.

"Damnit...You are so fucking tight..." Ned crowed to those watching, their lewd laughter spurring him on. Until that voice spoke again,

"get out"

Amber couldn't see the speaker but she saw the unmistakable fear flash across the faces of the men surrounding her before they scrambled away. She felt sick, almost too exhausted and in too much pain to cry anymore…her head dizzy…
Then a face swam into sight before her own. Golden eyes, soft and caring, and yet sparkling with something almost otherworldly…framed with warm brown hair…
“A-Avalon…?”

"I.. I can try and take the pain away.... but You have to trust me... Amber...I can bring You peace... salvation.... He can.... just let me help you..."

Amber knew instantly of whom Avalon spoke. The Stranger, the man who had ‘freed’ her once…could he…would he do it again…

“Please, please help me…it hurts…it hurts so much…” Amber whimpered, feeling blood seep from her battered behind as Ned took out his frustrations upon her body, her eyes rolling slightly as unconsciousness called to her from within her mind, enticing her into it’s darkness where the pain would melt away. But something in those golden eyes kept her awake… “I’ll…I’ll do whatever He wants…give Him whatever He needs...” Amber’s voice was barely above a sigh as her body sagged against the workhorse.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Sasha turned her head to the man above her. She cried out in fear then knowing. He was the God for which she prayed. He was her salvation. She wanted him to save her also. She needed salvation only he could provide.

She watched as he read within her the things she was thinking and turned to face him, her body still on the cold floor.

"Make the pain stop. Help me. Heal me. Save me" and to that she added, "Master."

Sasha unlike the rest was a witch and stated many times. Her punishment was more than she had ever experienced. Here she lay battered, bruised. Above her, the only God she knew. The dark one. The one she longed for in the depths of her torried imagination.


She reach for him, and spoke again

"Save me"

 

[poohlive]

"Avalon..."

He was buried now. The last thrust had pushed them together, mated them, like two that have never been mated before. Their skin stuck together, her own ass bled from the tears, but his cock did as well. He could feel it, raw and surged, ripped and torn. Their blood mixed inside of her ass, and flowed freely down his cock.

"Oh god," He tried, weakly to pull out, but could not. The pain of his own cock, followed by her own pain... which caused her to tighten up on him refused it. His cock, so hot, so tight, was stuck, stuck deep inside her fuckin ass.

"Avalon.... what, what are you doing here?" He tried to understand, confusion running through him. So much ran through him. He didn't even notice all the others had left, that he was alone with Amber strapped down, deep inside her ass, the only sound was slow and steady droplets of blood falling to the ground.

"I... she tried to escape, Avalon."

His love, his girl, right here in front of him, watching him take another. What had he done, what was he doing? Ned did not know, his actions, so weird, so foreign. As if commanded by another.

"I am sorry."

 

[Rockingham]

She saw him, she saw him for what he truly was. He admired that, others only saw figments of their imagination, tied down to large creatures which walked along the shadows and leapt out to steal children. She saw the truth though, one of the few who had seen, one of the few who were loyal.

And yet, despite all of that, she did what others had done. She made herself weak, begging and asking for his help.

He kneeled down, taking her hair in his hand, letting it flow through before he slowly pulled it back, making her see him. Forcing her eyes to fall inside his darkened pools.

"You want me to help you? Yet, you know I do not give out gifts for free. Everyone who deals with me must pay a price. You, above all should understand, you should be aware of who I am, how I work."

She had paid a price for him though. His hand gently caressed her bruised cheek, looking down at her body, the signs of what the others had done to her. She had paid a price, for the claim of a witch. Had she told them anything though, did she remain loyal, or spill her guts?

Either way it did not matter. They would have hurt her and raped her no matter what she said, or did. All that matters is tha he is here now, and he can set things right.

"You have already paid a price, but that is small, so small compared to the gift you ask. Tell me, do you have a gift to give me?"

His hand moved down, touching, playing against her pale skin, it dipped against her sex. Those opened lips, juices that were not her own dripping down her thighs. His fingers slide inside of her.

 

[stubborn wench]

She hesitated, hearing the voices from beyond the door for the first time, men in the forest, engaged in their own foul deeds, just as he said. She would have run straight into their arms... She turned back to look at the stranger, making himself quite at home in her little cell, and the deflated Reverend, on the floor. She had thought the worst was over - but was there no place to run?

Her mind reeled as the stranger spoke, quiet and sure, assaulting her with accusations and conjectures...she hardly knew how to protest! She had played the whore for the Reverend, after all - with frightening ease, she had slipped into the role, but -

- but would he not have taken her, regardless of her manipulation? She paused, troubled. She could not be sure that he would have...perhaps he had only come here to pray.

Abigail's eyes widened at the horror of what she had done. If she could have run from it, left this man behind in a puddle of his own cum and escaped to a new life, she could have believed it was all for the best, but - now?


She shook her head helplessly, and tried again to bolt through the open door - she could face a dozen men in the forest, but not this crushing doubt! But again, her legs refused to move, and she struggled in vain against her own body - frozen in fear, she must be.

The men were now deliberating, with shameful frankness - was she a witch or a whore? - and she cried out as the stranger all but condemned her as the Devil's servant.

Her face pinched in agony as she stared at him in disbelief, and choked out her plea. "I have done nothing wrong. I am a humble house servant, I practise no craft, least of all the Devil's work. You call yourselves men of faith - but, have you all gone mad??" Her voice rose with emotion and scorn (it had been a very long night). "What woman - innocent or not - would choose to stay in this place? To be ravished by men of the cloth at their every carnal whim?"

Abby stopped and caught her breath. It would do no good, to anger these men - but she was lost as to how she should act, to save herself. Best not to say more in that vein.

More quietly, "I throw myself at your mercy, as I can hope for no better. If you truly are Godly men, you must see that I am no witch, not worthy of your attention - I am only a wretched girl, and very frightened."

 

[Rockingham]

Michael nodded, understanding her words. He saw an entire marathon of emotions inside of her. Anger and fear and exhaustion. She did not know what she was doing, or how to get out of here. Her fear was in this place, and what the men had done to her already.

What had they done to her? What atrocities have they already made her do? Was the man of cloth only the beginning?

"So far, dear young angel, I have only seen you perform services against a holy man, nothing more. I do not know of your humble serving girl, or your work for the church. But I do know, that when faced with a tough situation, you chose the easiest way out, to let a man have his way with you, so you could endure freedom. I am sure that is the Lord's way, is it not?"

Michael eyed the bible, picking it. He leafed through it, pausing for a moment. He knew of it, his father's thoughts and memories came rummaging through.

"Yes, the story of Noah. Noah was faced with a difficult task, building a ship to carry two of every animal on earth. Did he take an easy route, using fake lumber or hiring others to do his work for him? Did he only grab the easy animals, the cats and dogs and cows, leaving lions and tigers and elephants to die because they were more difficult to catch?"

She stood still proud before him, justifying her actions. Did she have actions to justify? He did not know, he was only playing with her, only having his own fun, but it still did interest him to see her this way.

"God gives us all challenges, my dear... and in the end, it is how we deal with them that truly shows us in his light. Don't you agree father? Any good christian would think, in the eyes of god, being stuck up here would mean finding salvation, not the nearest cock to suck so they can escape and go home."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

She fought with herself. She did not want to willingly give into him. Weakness was a sign of faithlessness and she was anything but. They had not broken her, no, she had not given them anything they had wanted.

She lay pinned under him as his fingers entered her. Freezing her depths yet she writhed under them in heated passion. She looked into the dead eyes and saw what she had much expected. Here was the God of her life. Her saviour. She arched her battered body around his fingers as they touched places inside her only he could reach.


Turning her battered face to him, she spoke, a spell of sorts.

"I give to you my life's blood upon which you feed. I give to you my beating heart upon which you live. I give to you my earthly body upon which you seed. I give to you my soul. I give to you the life in my breath. I give to you the remains of my body long after death has come and gone."

The words spoken in earnst as she lay teaming with need under his adept touch.

 

[stubborn wench]

Abby listened to his words, and her shame came rushing back, making her cheeks flush with the memory of how easily she had accepted, even embraced the attentions of the Reverend. She turned her face away from them - these were not the actions of a good Christian - the book he thumbed through so casually was filled with stories of martyrs, who went willingly to their deaths as an example for the rest.

But was this expected of her? Who was she? No one, surely, in the eyes of God or anyone else.

And had she not prayed? In those first long hours of her despairing confinement, had she not desperately sought the comforting presence of her Maker, listened for His voice - and heard only the screams and cries of the other girls being raped all around her?


"I - I..." She hesitated, dreadfully unsure of herself. She looked into those blue, blue eyes - they seemed at once so kind and so cold...she wanted to believe he had a soul, and could empathize. She glanced at Smythe, then lowered her gaze and tried again. "What salvation is there to be found, in this place?"

 

[flithymind]

Smythe listened intently to this man condemning the whore Abby, the witch whore Abby. He had been right, he HAD been - she was beyond redemption.

The man's words seemed to flay at her like a whip, she flinched and winced as she was told what she was. He was a good man, a Godly man. He even knew the Good Book - finding the story of Noah with ease amongst the many pages, reciting it to demonstrate to the girl her wickedness.

Smythe found himself nodding along, smiling, waves of relief lapping under his exterior emotions - he HAD been right.

 

[Rockingham]

"Do you really wish salvation, or a way out?"

Michael seperated them, in her mind, he made them puposely two different things for her to get. Two goals that needed accomplishing inside of here. Both of them, both of them different and distinct.

To find salvation with God in this place would not be easy. Possible, but not easy. Even David had traversed an entire night inside the lion's den, emerging in the morning unscathed.

But, to escape? That is a simple matter of respect, how far is she willing to go? Other girls have already accepted his Father's blood, in a futile attempt at escape, and now they were permanent fixtures here in the mansion.

"Salvation lies within, it always has. You want to be saved by asking for God's help? God does not help those in need. God helps those who help themselves. God has helped you, hasn't he? God gave you two strong legs, and a strong back. He gave you pale skin, he gave you a smart wit, and a clever mind. He made sure you had all your little fingers and toes... yet you ask for more and more from him. You wish him to take care of you, as if you were a swaddling babe."

Michael motioned for her to come to him, kneel before him. His eyes dared her not to. If she sought his help, his need, she would come to him, she would kneel beside him, and if he wished it, she would kiss the softness of his shoes, begging for more.

"But escape is easy enough? All you need to do is be better and faster than the men outside. They are not everywhere. Only 5 or six, covering an entire forest around this place. It is a big forest, Abigail. If you ran, if you knew where you were going, and with a little bit of luck, it might only take you two or three chances before you make it out. Then you could go back to being this humble little serving girl, a life you are dying to return to."

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, watching the sparkle in her eyes, the sweet softness of her lips. Everything near flawless. The only marks were the man of the cloth's touch upon her from earlier.

"It is up to you, darling angel. As a man of the Lord myself, I can only guide you, I can not force decisions on you. The devil does that, he is evil incarnate. I always believe in free will, and your safety my angel. Please, tell me what I can do to help you."

 

[Rockingham]

"I give to you my life's blood upon which you feed.
I give to you my beating heart upon which you live.
I give to you my earthly body upon which you seed.
I give to you my soul. I give to you the life in my breath.
I give to you the remains of my body long after death has come and gone."

His eyes flared with redness, and a small smile appeared upon his lips. The fingers hesitated, pausing along her cunt lips. They had been diving in and out of her, making her thrive with his touch, but now he paused, hesitating.

"You even remember the words. It has been a long time since someone could recite the words as they are. Nowadays, most just ask for salvation, and I give it to them."

He pushed his fingers in deep, feeling her contract around him, and the softness ooze out. It was some of her juice, but mostly from the men who had taken her, used her and made her useless for him.

Pulling out, he brought this concoction up to her lips, making her clean him. It was her fucking mess, she had better clean him.

"But you are tainted, loyal servant. I would willingly ask for your body, but I can feel the foulness of another man inside of you. What good is it to me, I only want what is pure, what is valuable. I wish to taint it myself, in my own way. This... this is no good."

What could he do with her though, writhing and grinding against his touch. Pure pleasure that could be found against his lips, and his fingers. They still moved down between her legs, they found their way inside, using her, degrading her.

"A useless fucking cunt," He whispered in her ear, "What good are you, can you tell me that? What more use are you to me? Perhaps... perhaps I could use you, perhaps I could make you mine, give you a gift, but... I need, no, I want to know what you would do with it. With a gift such as mine, tell me loyal servant. Tell me how you will make it up to me."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I am sorry."

"I know You are, Ned" She whispered as she stood. Avalon, He had called her Avalon, that name suddenly feeling so foreign to her... her hand still rested upon Amber's head, fingers gently stroking thru her dark, matted mane.. Amber's words, no, Amber's submission, still seeming to be floating free around her...

“Please, please help me…it hurts…it hurts so much…I’ll…I’ll do whatever He wants…give Him whatever He needs...”
Ambrosia looked down to Amber once more, again kneeling, her lips brushing the trembling girl's in a gentle kiss.. "yes... You will submit to His needs.."

Her attention turned to Ned... as she crawled around the side of Amber's shuddering body. He was balls deep in her ass, and she could see, scent, and even hear the droplets of blood that was even now, being spilled...

"relax" she hushed, as one hand went to rest on the small of Amber's back, letting her know that she was still there, that she would not leave her.. the other slipped beneath, fingers finding her abused pussy, still sticky from so many men, so much seed... "just relax, both of you" she again said, offering Ned a smile, her moist, pink lips curling gently upwards, as her fingers begin to caress, softly, tenderly, within those abused folds... her touch brought no pain, only warmth, only pleasure..

"that's right" she crooned softly as she began to feel the wetness, ever so slowly, begin to flow... her fingertips brushing over Amber's clit... she listening for her moans, knowing that once she was feeling the pleasure, her wetness, that slick needed moisture would begin to seep out of her.... "yessss Amber..." encouraging.. "yesss"....

 

[Britwitch]

"I am sorry." Ned apologised but not to her, not to Amber...but to Avalon...

"I know You are, Ned" Amber sighed, leaning her head against Avalon's stroking hand, feeling her fingers delicately untangling her raven hair from the knots and clumps created by grasping, twisting hands. Before bending and brushing her lips against Amber's. Affectionately, gently. "yes... You will submit to His needs.."

Amber felt a moment of panic as Avalon crawled out of sight. The first, the only friendly face she had seen since her capture, moving out of her eyeline scared Amber so very much but then she felt Avalon's hand rising to rest upon her lower back...

"relax"
Avalon's voice was so soft, so soothing...then Amber gasped to feel her other hand rising to her abused sex. "just relax, both of you"
Amber felt her eyes close and a soft whimper leave her reddened lips as Avalon's gentle touch soothing and stroked her sex, fondling her swolled, used lips and bringing waves of warmth to her flesh, waves of pleasure.
"that's right...yessss Amber....yesss"....

Groaning and relaxing visibly, Amber surrendered her body to Avalon's touch, feeling her sex responding almost instantly. Feeling warmth and moisture, the sign of her arousal leaking out around Avalon's probing, rubbing fingers. Amber's hips rocked ever so slightly against her hand, biting her lower lip as the pleasure steadily grew inside her.

 

[poohlive]

It felt better, easier. The grip she had on him loosened, as much as it could. It was no longer a vise, too tight to even move. Now, it was perfect, a velvet hand cupping him, holding him. It guided him in further, and when he began to move again, slowly, ever so slowly as Avalon wanted, he could feel no more resistance.

He pulled out, matching Ambers thrusts back into him. Those thrusts were not for him, Ned knew, but still, he could use them. He could pretend, pretend for a moment it was him, he had someone, something in this world to love and cherish.

He rolled his hips, his cock pushing back and forth into her, the gentle rocking matched with Avalon's movements. All three of them, moving as one, feeling the heat rise as one.

He could feel her heated core, beyond the small amount of skin that seperated his cock from the probing fingers. They felt so good, tickling along him, helping him ease in even further.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

The defeat she felt in her heart was harder to hide when he spoke his words. Yet, she felt there was something to be gained from this.

Raising her head, tossing her hair back defiantly, she met him eye to eye.


"I can offer you my blood as sacrifice. My body may have the taint of other, foolish men inside it, yet my blood has been made yours. I am willing to give you my very soul in exchange for your dark gifts. The ones you would bestow upon me as you see fit. I can also give you the masses. They will follow any zealot, any religious fervor that becomes them. Religion is a whimsy. Master, of this I am certain. Please do not turn your back on such a servant as I. For I am loyal" she said gripping his trousers above the knee.

Her eyes could not hide the want inside her. Her body could not desquise the need burning within it. She could not cover her mind from his probing. She needed what he had. She wanted it moreso. She was a servant of the darkness and loyal also.

"Please. Master. Of you this I beg" she said once again meeting his dark eyes.

 

[Rockingham]

Her soul...

He sniffed at the tufts of hair, still clung in his hand. Tasting the air around her, like a snake searching for prey or danger. He could feel her soul, how it yearned for him, begged for him. Her soul was already his, whether she gave it willingly to him here or not did not matter in the least.

Her blood...

He bent down, moving her head to the side, parting it as he did her glistening cunt lip, so his fingers could continually assault her, pressing, gently gliding, using her.

His teeth grazed across her flesh, sending small beads of blood to rise from cuts of her body. He bent down to drink, to suck, supple against her longing neck. Pale flesh gave way to delicious sweet blood inside.

He had his fill already, his Avalon had supplied him with that. He only drank a mouthful, and then licked her wound with his tongue, healing it.

The blood, as she said, was not tainted. He loved the feel of it swirling in his mouth. And yet, still. Yet still it was not pure. She had been used, and even in her fresh blood he could taste it. Like a fine wine which only had a single bad grape. A man could taste the single grape amidst the bouquet, if he were a true gentlemen of his trade.

"No, it is not enough. You offer such trivial things, I do not care for them. Others, a hundred fold over have given me these gifts and more. I have taken my fill, loyal servant, and I do not need more."

His eyes flashed of boredom, willing to throw her to the side, be done with her, having used her and tried to find something useful, only to have her tossed to the side when he is spent.

Yet, he lingered. Her close to him, his fingers playing inside of her cunt, his mouth so close to hers, her blood still wet on his lips.

"There is something I want though. Something I want that I have not yet found here in this prison. I had longed for it, yet never received such a gift. None have found one for me. You could.. if you could bring such to me, I will bestow your every wish upon you, my blood will be yours to take as you want, as you need."

His eyes twinkled with death, and his mouth pressed against hers. Hard and firm, taking her, loving her. His tongue came out, filled with her own blood, to play inside of her mouth.

The twinkling fingers inside her pressed harder, grunting, pushing deep inside of her. As deep as he could go.

"Find me a virgin. A true virgin, My loyal servant. One who knows not of man in any shape or form. Find someone incorruptable, so I may corrupt her. Bring me this gift, and all will be yours."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The wetness flowed freely now, Amber's body reacting to the gentle pleasure that she were providing, that was what she needed.... her fingers danced within, gliding in and out as His cock now began to move as well. When Ned slowly withdrew, Ambrosia/Avalon let her fingers trail upward, to grasp His cock, slick wetness dripping over the surface... so when He pushed back into that abused ass, it was easier, at least by alittle....

Her fingers dipping back into Amber's now soaking pussy, her own soft moans matching the girl's and... Ned's... As He rocked into her, Ambrosia/Avalon reached down with her other hand and loosened the rope that bound her one leg, then the other... "shhhhhhh" she whispered so softly to Amber, not wanting to startle Ned, that would not be good. Avalon had no control over Ned, she did not want to upset Him in any way....

Her fingers leaving Amber's pussy, for but a moment, she leaned up and into the rocking Ned.... "Neddddd" she moaned, so softly in His ear... "there is so much more we can do... soooo much more.... let... let me show You...." her words were hypnotic, half moaned, and half whispered in His ear... "allow me to free Amber from her bindings... let me show You how we... You and I... can please her... and You... Ned... and... You"

 

[poohlive]

"Please her. Yes.. Yes Avalon. I want to please her."

He could feel her hands, soft and firm on his hips, Avalon's hands, as she guided him into Amber. God, it felt so good, to be guided, to be gently rocked like this. He turned to his love, his true love, the one from long ago, kissing her. The soft lips bringing back so many memories, his cock stirring inside of Amber's still tight ass.

"I wanted nothing more than to please her Avalon. She tried to run, she tried to run from my gentle touch."

He bent over Amber, releasing the rest of the straps, taking her off of this dreadful machine. Helping her to the ground now. His cock, still buried inside of her, up to the hilt, as he lowered her to the soft hay below.

"Show me, help me Avalon," He said, looking into her eyes, wanting help and guidance, wanting only what was best for his love. For he loved them now, he loved these two women. He would do anything for them.

 

[Britwitch]

"Neddddd...there is so much more we can do... soooo much more.... let... let me show You...allow me to free Amber from her bindings... let me show You how we... You and I... can please her... and You... Ned... and... You"

"Please her. Yes.. Yes Avalon. I want to please her."

Amber tried not to move as Avalon's hands undid the straps around her legs before speaking, whispering to Ned. A fleeting feeling of confusion running through her mind...she though Avalon had come to save her from Ned...not to encourage him further...unless...unless that was what He wanted...Amber suppressed a whimper at the thought of the Stranger...the Stranger with the piercing eyes and dark dark soul...
A whimper followed by a shiver at the thought of being pleasured...Avalon's fingers had felt so good, so very good...awakening desires and feelings unknown within herself...just the thought of feeling that again, and possible more...made Amber tremble a little more over the workhorse...

"I wanted nothing more than to please her Avalon. She tried to run, she tried to run from my gentle touch."

Amber groaned as Ned leant over her, freeing her back, neck and upper arms from the tight leather bindings, picking up her limp body as though she weighed nothing and deposited her beneath him in the hay. His shaft still buried deep within her aching behind.

"Show me, help me Avalon,"

Amber looked up, her eyes meeting Avalon's, Amber's bright blue eyes filled with desperation and...now...lust...desire for Avalon...knowing such a desire had to come from Him...somehow...
But she had sworn...promised to give Him whatever He needed and do whatever He wanted...if this was His bidding...who was she to refuse...
"Please..." Amber whispered up, to both Avalon and Ned, her body pressed into the soft hay by Ned's body, his strong hands and arms loosely holding her hips as if to remind her of her position in all this.

 

[Nibbles_n_Tits]

Susanna Wilson

Deacon Forrest Wilson and his good wife, Joanna, embarked for the colonies with seven children; they arrived with only one. The hazards of the journey, the poor sanitation, disease, and the meager food supplies took a deadly toll of young lives. One by one, the Wilsons put their children to rest at the bottom of the Atlantic, until only the youngest, the still nursing baby Susanna remained.

While other parents might have cursed God for taking six of their beloved children, the Deacon and his wife thanked God for allowing them to keep one.

For the past eighteen years, the Wilson’s have protected their daughter from every threat, and every danger of the cold New England world. Despite never knowing a harsh word or raised hand, Susanna grew to be a dutiful and respectful daughter. Raised with the love of the scriptures, she shares her parent’s faith in God. Raised by caring parents, she has only known happiness.

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“Susanna? What is taking so long?”

By the time Susanna heard her mother’s voice calling her she was already halfway down the stairs but she quickened her pace and hurried into the kitchen before her mother called again.

The girl’s fair cheeks are pink from her exertions, her blue eyes shine with the light of satisfaction and her pink lips part in a happy smile. She is clad from head to toe in gray and white. A large white apron covers her gray gown and bodice and on her head, a close fitted white cap frames her face and hides her hair.

“I am sorry, Mother. They were in the back of the eaves, not the front as I thought.” Susanna set the pile of neatly folded, clean white linens on the long kitchen table. She moves quietly to her mother’s side and lifts a long sheet from the wicker basket at the woman’s feet. Together, the women fold the sheet. Despite the servants, to do the heavy word, no hands are ever idle. “There are six, Mother, now will it be possible to make one do for Goody Muro? Once the babe comes, she’ll have little time for needlecraft, I know… but if I did it for her?”

Johanna Wilson shakes her head at her daughter’s request. Her voice is firm but sympathetic. “No, Susanna. I know you wish to help her but you will not be permitted, she lives too far out from town, and too near….No, your father and I will not allow you to go that far, especially now.” Johanna was concerned by the rumors she heard about Witch Hunters and the witches they are questioning, and has tried to get Susanna sent away from any possible evil influence. However, Deacon Wilson is convinced that God will continue to watch over his child and her faith and innocence will always be her shield.

“Yes, Mother.” Susanna bows her covered head, acknowledging her mother’s wishes, “Mother, would it not be better to draw the families together in our time of troubles? Does not isolation from the community expose the Muro family to additional dangers?”

She looks at her daughter, about to chastise her for a comment that could be seen as insult to the Church council but she holds her tongue. As always, Susanna is trying to help someone. She looks into her daughters beautiful blue eyes and sighs her resignation. “If you can get it done in time without allowing your own chores to suffer, I will see that it is taken to the Muros.”

Susanna’s eyes light up, as her mother knew they would. “Thank you, Mother. I am sure the Muros will appreciate your kindness.”

 

[Mystical Avalon]

She felt no passion as his fingers entered to her hilt. She gave out a low moan of pleasure as her body rocked against his hand. She wanted his fulfillment. Needed it. All she could do was nod her head, she agreed. A virgin should not be so hard in finding. Most women of a chaste nature could be easily seduced. She met his eyes again, holding the gaze. Hers, one of love and devotion, his of malice and power.

She spread her legs farther, farther than she ever thought possible allowing his hand better access to her wanting sex. The juices from earlier still glistened in her pubic hair yet, here she lay, on the cold stone floor, being violated only this time she wanted it welcomed it.

She arched her body against his probbing fingers as her own pleasure began to peak.

 

[Rockingham]

"Good girl. You are a very loyal servant," His fingers wandered inside of her cunt, they explored. Past those pink walls, hugging, closing, pulsing with warmth and desire. He felt the very beat of life within her, and could do nothing more than moan at that. To be so close to it, have it willingly given to him. It pleasured him each time, drove him to endless orgasms.

Willingly.

He touched further, he pressed harder. He could see her, ready, on the verge to give in. He wanted to give her this, to let her live one final throe against the one she has sought after.

"There are rules," He whispered, words clinging to her skin wet with sweat and sex. "Two rules. They must be followed, for me to have my virgin."

Fingers faster, harder. Her sex, open, wanting... she dripped desire onto the floor between her legs.

"You can not lie to her. That is the first rule." A rule, open to interpretation, yes. These were not hard and fast rules, but they were rules like he himself, able to be manipulated and pulled, able to be used and taken advantage of.

He could feel her bucking, her cunt mad with heat. He pushed against her, and could feel her pushing back, wanting it. A need unlike any other pulsing through her.

"The second, you can not force her to come to me. She must not be coerced."

Again, left open to her interpretation. He did not say she must come willingly, the distinction small, if any, but to a man like himself, to a follower like her, it was the different between night and day.

"Now, cum for me," He pulled his fingers out, licking them taking in her juices, drawing them from his soaked fingers. His teeth grazed against one finger, and a single drop of his blood emerged.

He lined himself up, pushing deep within her, that one drop of blood, dark, black, pooling with his very essence, finding its way deep inside of her.

"Cum for me... for your Master. Let me hear it. Let everyone hear your submission."

 

[stubborn wench]

Abigail frowned at him in frank confusion. Salvation was in finding a way out of this place - she could do nothing to change the firm beliefs of these men.

Reluctantly, she felt herself being lulled by his words. She wanted to believe in a God who would assist her, if she did not despair.

She came when he beckoned, and sank to her knees before him. The gesture was frighteningly easy, for her.

Tears stung her eyes as he described the emptiness of escape. She thought of the life she would have to re-build, far from her mother and her friends in this village, who would forever remember her as the witch she had been made out to be. If she could survive an attack in the forest - if she found she must resort to bribery with those men, as well - would she be left with the strength to start a new life alone?

Though she tried to blink them back, a single tear dripped from her cheek onto his hand as he turned her face to him. Her heart ached with longing to be loved - she was not so strong that she could face a world of strangers on her own.

She searched his cool blue eyes imploringly, wanting to believe him a good man, who understood her fear. "I want salvation, sir," she whispered. "Please save me - help me to save myself."