Witch Hunt

[RandyWillie]

Stropwell slept fitfully, beset by dreams of devils, witches, an enormous red floating penis, goats dancing about a fire, Miss Paige and Miss Harper swirling about naked then attacking him with brands of fire. He awoke in a sweat, poured himself a basin full of water and splashed his face. He prayed devoutly for one half hour, then decided to finally approach the alluring Miss Harper. He called for Wilton and told him to bring her to the library and that he would remain in the room for the start of the interview as an accuser. He looked forward to seeing her reaction to Wilton as he began the questioning.

He donned a new black suit and set off to the library. He arrived at the door as Wilton approached with Sasha Harper. He opened the door and to his surprise there was Ned Bunce snoring mightily in one chair and a naked, exposed and exhausted Avalon Paige hung limply on the frame. He had forgotten in his rush to find sleep that she was still in this state in the library.

Avalon looked up as the door opened. Sasha Harper being ushered by Wilton drew a gasp of air for she too saw her friends situation. Avalon also noted Sasha enter the room.

Stropwell wondered what went through the mind of the pair of them . At the same time he began to revel in the idea of of having the pair of them naked and in the same room. His evil mind began to whirr.

"Bunce, my dear fellow, escort Miss Paige to her quarters. Wilton don't dally bring Miss Harper straight inside. Wilton, you may be seated over there. Miss Harper. Id like you to be seated here." He indicated the chair from which Avalon's trials had begun. She heard Sasha's interrogation begin as Ned Bunce lead her out of the room.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon managed to find the strength to lift her head as Stropwell entered the room. Behind Him came Wilton, the dead looking cohort of Stropwell, and Sasha. Her eyes widened, seeing her friend, and a look of pure terror flickered within. Would they do to Sasha what they had done to her? She shot a look at Ned, who had awakened, a bit bleary eyed, but awake.

"Bunce, my dear fellow, escort Miss Paige to her quarters. Wilton don't dally bring Miss Harper straight inside. Wilton, you may be seated over there. Miss Harper. Id like you to be seated here."

Avalon wanted to scream, but her voice was nothing more than a cracked whisper and the cry sounded more like a moan, a sexual moan, which of course was how Ned Bunce took it. Just the fact that He were being allowed to bring Avalon, alone, back to her... quarters... was enough of an indication of permission from Stropwell that he could take his pleasure from her once more.

"As You wish, Sir" Ned answered, with a respectful nod. He leered at Sasha for a moment, then turned to Avalon. She could only weakly shake her head no as he loosened her wrists and free'd her, easily gathering her into his arms, slinging her over his shoulder, and carrying her out. She was already sobbing, having seen that.... look.... in Ned's eyes... again.

She looked up at Sasha as the door closed, a look of despair in her eyes.

Ned patted her backside with his large hand as he carried her limp body down the long hall, turning the corner and heading down the flight of stairs that lead to the collection of cells that had been constructed in the basement. Already his cock was hardening at the thought of having her again, already his mind was racing.. what to do.... what to do....

He again thought of his father, and what he had been told, taught, by the disgusting man. Disgusting to most of the town, but a hero to Ned. Just like Stropwell was now his hero. The light of an idea, of a pleasure he had not partaken in.. in quite some time... nestled in his mind. That and many other thoughts. This was going to be a good day, Ned thought to himself as he carried his... captive..

What to do first... what to do first... he thought.

"well, she needs a bath" he said to himself, he remembering the sticky mess that had leaked out of her after he had taken her upstairs on the X frame. The bathroom was as sparse as the cells were, completely tiled, with a couple of toilets, and a large bathing basin and a hose... yes... a hose. Showers would not be allowed... but a hosing off would be. Ned grinned at the idea of Avalon dripping wet and detored into the closest bathroom.

He set her down, pressing her to the wall with a meaty hand. She was much too weak to fight, and when he let go of her, she sank to the floor, trying to curl up. He turned the hose on her, she gasping, crying out, hands coming up to try and protect herself from the hard stream of cold water. Ned laughed as he hosed her down, taking care to grab one leg and hose up inbetween. By the time he was done, she was sobbing, and dripping wet from head, to toe.

"Much better" he grunted as he grabbed a towel and threw it at her "dry off slut" Avalon did as she was told, drying off as best she could. He then grabbed her and slung her back over his shoulder.

He kicked open the door to her cell and carried her in. Within her "quarters" was a small bed, a table and chair, and that was about it. The basement was kept in complete darkness, so Avalon could not see any of the other cells, nor could she hear anyone, other than Ned's obscene breathing as he dropped her on the bed.

He already was horny again, his cock a raging hard on. He gave her no chance to even think, he falling to his knees before her as she tried to sit up on the bed, tried to scoot back and away from him. He grabbed a leg in each hand and pulled her forward, until her ass rested on the very edge of the bed, her now clean pussy just before him. Ned growled and buried his face within her sex, ignoring her pleas to stop, her slapping at his head, he holding her legs open in a vice like grip in each hand.

He could smell her, the scent of her. She was aroused, despite her fighthing him, her body, at the feel of his tongue lapping at her, was arousing her. The scent was becoming stronger

Ned leaned in, releasing her one leg, using his thick fingers to open her once again, exposing her pussy to him... young, flush, and barely covered with the softess of downy curls, just enough to make her once again enticing to him... She had to be a witch to arouse him the way she did, the way she always had, even when he would just watch her walk across the town square.

Ned looked up at Avalon, at her tear stained face as she struggled and writhed on the bed, unable to stop what he was again doing to her. His head once more lowers, he licking at those tender lips, his tongue slick and warm and wet, caressing.

Avalon began to gasp, her eyes rolling back and closing as her back arches from the bed, she had stopped pummelling Ned now, instead she was gripping the bedsheets with her fingers, tearing at them as the sensation raced thru her. Her body was again responding to the disgusting Ned Bunce and she could not stop it.. "noooo" she moaned, trying to will her body to stop, but that did not work.

She opens her legs further, as he begins to feast upon her, lips and tongue lapping, tasting, long strokes of his tongue slithering into her slit, over her now awakening clit. He flicked His tongue against it, listening to her moans, feeling her body quake. Her clit was pulsing, her sex now releasing the warm, slick, lubrication that would sheathe his cock when he took her again, and he would take her again, he surely would. Ned was groaning into her cunt, the sound vibrating and causing Avalon's breath to catch.

The sensation was exqusite against her clit, and she could feel that wave, another climax, appraching. She shook her head wildly, trying to fight it back, fight it off. "Godddd nooooo" she moaned out, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as Ned continued, using his fingers, his mouth, and his tongue. pushing within, feeling those silken inner walls as he tastes her, her sweetness was thick and warm, and he savoured every drop. Her moans and gasps only arousing him even more, he did like a vocal girl, he remembering his mother crying out his name when he would dip within her pussy, licking and lapping at her til she screamed, then he would mount her and fuck her, the bed would shake under them, Ned remembered. His mother had told him that he was better than his father was.

Looking up at her, her fluids wet on his lips and chin, as he slowly worked his finger in and out of her, she coating him with those slick juices of hers. She was heated and flush, her hips rocking slightly on the edge of the bed as he explored her, pushing deeper with each glide of his finger. He added a second as she moaned, but it was not easy, she was sooo vice like tight, even after the rape on the X... and just that thought, that memory, made his cock jump.
His cock was throbbing so hard, it was becoming painful.

Ned sat up from between Avalon's legs. He sneered at her and reached up, grabbing her by her hair, he forced her off the bed, to her knees as he himself, stood up.

Grasping her hair in his hand, freeing his cock from his britches with the other, forcing her head and mouth to his now rock hard length. Avalon tried in vain to fight back, but it was to no avail. Ned growled and forced his throbbing member into her mouth, easily getting past her lips. She could do nothing but part her lips as he slid his cock past, into the heated warmth of her wet, soft mouth. He gasped, so wet, so warm, and so very tight were her lips around the shaft.

"If you even think of biting me" Ned raised his hand as if to strike her, and Avalon knew that if she did bite him around her gagging on him, he would surely kill her.

The length of him was hard to breathe around, and Avalon felt as if she were gagging. She sobbed, tears flowing down her cheeks. It felt as if he were choking her, but Ned did not care. Her mouth felt sooo damned good that he could not even think of stopping to let her breath or adjust, he just pushed deeper within as he held her head steady.

With a deliberate rocking of his hips, Ned at first slowly fucked his captive's mouth.. Avalone slurping and suckling around him as best she could, her tongue slithering under his cock, along that ridge underneath, as he pushes in deeper.. she was resting her hands on his thighs as she took him into her mouth, trying not to gag around him, licking and suckling, too afraid to fight back, to beaten to even think of it.

Ned could not take it too long tho. And last thing he wanted was to flood her throat with his seed. He has considered it as he held her there, watching his long cock disappear into that warm mouth, but he liked the thought of filling her pussy so much better. He pulled back and out of her mouth, releasing her hair. She took a deep needed breath, but was given no chance to even think about what he had just done to her or what would happen next.

Ned pulled Avalon to her feet, turning her and pushing her down over the bed, her head and torso pressed to the thin mattress, her hips and ass up and presented to Him, her pussy was dripping, the folds a deep, heated red, the dark entrance to her womb looked small and tight, it was something he had not had the chance to really look at when he had raped her earlier. Groaning at the site, he wrapped his hand around his cock, and slowly guides himself within that hole. . She was tight and began whimpering as he forced his thick length into her. "Just relax baby" he grunts, as he forced himself into her, slowly feeling the tight muscles give and wrap around him.. He threw back his head...
"Ohhhh yes" his moan was deep and growling.

Avalon closed her eyes, feeling the pain of being penetrated once again by Ned Bunce. Gripping the bedding under her, fingers digging in.. and she screamed, which only enflamed Ned's arousal even more. "oh yes... BABY.. SCREAM FOR ME" he uttered as He rocked forward, until he was buried to his balls within his captive's sex. She was panting under his hand, shaking... he growled as he pulled back, and moved forward, feeling the tightness grasping him.

She felt him impale her, filling her, the walls of her pussy spasming around him as she gripped him, warm and soaking, the more he moved within her, the wetter she got.. He rocking out and back in again, rolling his hips.."moan for me Baby" he cajoled, wanting to hear her moans. She was moaning, whimpering, and panting as he moved, his hands now holding her hips. "Yesssss" he groans, now moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, she beginning to buck back against him. The feeling of her body responding to him almost sent him over the edge, he sinking his fingers into the flesh of her hips.

Her begging screams was music to his ears...

"noooooooooo NOOOOOOOOOOO STOPPPPPP"

"oh no Baby, you know you want this, you always wanted this" he grunted... Avalon could only shudder and writhe as he raped her this time, and the feeling of her wrapped, her pussy satin soft, pulsing and wet about his member, she screaming and shuddering under Him, was too much for him. He rammed into her and exploded, his cock spasming and spilling a jet of hot seed inside her.

At that moment, her climax roared over her, the whole of her form violently shuddering under him, a flood of her fluids, warm and thick, coating and spilling out around his still pumping cock.... the walls of her cunt gripping him.. clenching and twitching...

"YESSSSS" he cried, as he plunged one last time into her sweet body, emptying his seed into her, his cock jerking almost painfully as he filled her... "YESSSS"

He stood still, letting his cock empty with ever slower spasms... His seed and her own cum mingling within her womb.... Avalon was crying when Ned pulled from her with a wide grin, fastening his britches.

He left her there, she crawling onto the bed and curling up, drawing the thin blanket up and over her in a desperate attempt to hide herself. Ned just laughed and locked the cell door behind him as he left. He needed some food and another shower, then maybe he would check out what Stropwell and Wilton were doing to that other witch.

 

[RandyWillie]

Stropwell stared at the hapless Miss Harper who had taken her seat and then looked back at his accomplice Wilton. Wilton’s eyes were locked upon her. Stropwell knew the look, it was an admixture of lust, love, fear, anger. Wilton was both slow and plodding; but, he could always be predicted and Stropwell had used the brutes passions and loyalties for his own pleasure since he found Wilton in Salem, a young, homeless urchin. Stropwell now seemed to have a pair of unquestioining and maleable oafs and the future possibilities delighted him.

“You Miss Sasha Harper are charged with the heinous crime of witchcraft: consorting with witches, employing love potions, casting spells, unnatural sexual abberations.” Stropwell smoldered obsenely as he eyed the girl. “Your initial accuser, Miss Harper, singularly enough is in this very room. Wilton on a chance passing of your house was drawn by such a rucus within your cottage that he was forced to look into your window. He as a good Christian soul who believed that he may be of help to the inhabitants. He is of course not in the habit of peering into young ladies windows. I personally can vouch for his moral character. Am I within the bounds of truth so far Wilton?” The dolt nodded his assent and kept his vacant eyes welded on the adorable Miss Harper's heaving body.

“Good, stop me if I should stray from the gospel. Once he drew to the window. He saw you seductively undress and carry on a conversation with an invisible attendant. He could only assume you were taking orders from your controlling demon. Duty demands that I relate these deatails Miss Harper. Then you began to fondle your own breasts for the creature. You tweaked and pulled on your exposed nipples, causing them to extend and protrude lewdly. Next you splayed your vagina with both hands and spread your legs as wide as ever you could. Taking the candle you then inserted it deep inside your dripping sex asking the demon. ‘Like this? Do you like it? Do you want it?’ you continued in this manner for a long time soon one hand worked the candle and the other plied and manipulated your clitoris. Finally you begged the fiend to take you and then you thrashed and rolled about obviously fornicating with wild abandon. Your partner at this time became a partially visible shadow form as the pair of you rutted on the cabin fllor.”

During the last few sentences, Bunce had entered the room. Stopwell was now so aroused by his own fabricated tale that he lusted to see Sasha Harper violently abused and did not afford her any options as he had with Avalon. He was now deep within the twisted alleys of his own black desires.

“I will exaine her for the marks of Satan gentlemen, strip her, hold her down and splay her for me. I would begin.”

 

[RandyWillie]

The villains set about their task with obvious pleasure. They set upon her and stripped her naked. They groped and squeezed poor Sasha's rounded breasts, her curved and scultured ass, her intimate love triangle, covered erotically by a beautiful mat of black curling hair.

In a trice they had the poor girl naked and pinned to the floor.Wilton, kneeling, was to her left and clutched her left wrist and ankle spreading the girl and rendering her immobile for Bunce performed the same job on her right. Stropwell starring unwaveringly at Sasha's exposed cunt, stepped from behind the desk and walked menacingly towards her. "Satan leaves his marks and they will be unearthed." Wilton and Bunce, their brows beading with sweat, the breath quickening and heaving, both joined Stropwell in producing painfully hard erections.

Stropwell took the girls labiae in his fingers and spread her wide open. "The devils playground," he croaked, barely able to speak. He lightly pulled and rubbed Sasha's clit then encircled it with his thumb. Next he inserted his exploring finger, probing, testing, searching, idling, caressing, crooking.

The loutish pair restrained her bouncing legs. Finally his finger withdrew but still wet from her internal fluids, he inserted the same into her bottom and performed the exact ministrations there. Stropwell, now needed desparately to masturbate needed to close his eyes and relive this moment.He withdrew his wicked finger. "There is much to do yet and we have just begun. Let her think on these things and be prepared for her next interview."

He had guaged the state of arousal in both Wilton and Bunce and hoped the pair of them would provide him with a suitable display. He longed to see this beauty vanquished violently by the two of them. "Take her back to her cell, the pair of you. Give her this shift when you are done with her, I mean when you drop her off."

He turned on his heels and stormed out of the library. He was lead all the way by his pointing and lewdly engorged cock. "He quickly slipped down the stairwell before the three of them and from his advantageous position, above the grate he soon saw Miss Harper carried into her cell.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon laid there, curled up, the thin blanket all that covered her naked and shivering body. She could feel the mingling of fluids, her own and Bunce's, leaking from between her legs. How had it come to this? How had this happened? Only days ago, she had been a happy, quiet, member of society. Now she was accused of being a witch, something she was not, by Stropwell, that evil incarnate that posed as a Holy Man... by Ned Bunce... who truely was the evil one, having raped her twice now, and by that poor young mother, whom Avalon could barely remember, what was her name? Who pointed that accusing finger at her to save her daughter.

Avalon rocked back and forth, humming to herself, trying to ease her terrified mind, trying to comfort her pain wracked body. She was sobbing, and any time she heard a noise, whether it was real or just in her head, she flinched.

She imagined what they were doing to Sasha... She could see Stropwell, examining her, a finger probing here, there, sliding in deep, twisting, the wetness, the tightness, a pinch, a tongue, a bite.... Avalon saw Ned again, raping her in this very room, his heavy body looming over her, the feel of his cock thrusting, deeply... so very deeply.... inside her... She could hear his obscene grunts.. feel the heat of his breath.... he kissing her... his tongue raping her mouth as deep as his cock was raping her pussy.

She had tried to fight, but could not. And what was more disgusting was... that she had orgasmed, that her body had utterly betrayed her and felt... pleasure...

It was that thought, that lingered in her mind as she finally fell into a restless sleep, tossing and turning, she ended up throwing off the blanket, laying on the bed, naked, flush, sweating... caught in a nightmare... a nightmare she could not awaken from.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber Waters couldn't sleep, nightmares and worries were plaguing her thoughts.
Two had already been taken, Avalon and Sasha, and the wicked whispers were already circulating that there must be more of them in the town. More witches. How long before the whispers brought doubts to hover over her doorway.
With a frustrated huff Amber threw back the blanket and moved to the open window, taking in a deep breath of the cool night air, letting the breeze move her rich dark brown hair out of her piercing blue eyes. The moonlight making her pale skin seem even more so, to a passer-by she would have looked as though she was made of alabaster. She leant back over the bed and pulled the blanket around her bare shoulders while she stood looking up at the moon and stars above. She knew she wouldn't find any answer as to what she should do up in the night sky any more than anyone else in the town could tell her what to do.
She knew she was going to have to leave, leave her home, leave the few friends she could trust...as she had been forced to do twice before...in similar circumstances...
First the witch finders come, then the rumours and accusations begin...fear grows and soon people you had known all your life would turn you over as soon as look at you...
Fear made people think the herbs in her garden were magical, or that lighting candles and singing songs and chants were evidence of devil worship, of witchcraft...
Fear did strange things to people.
Shrugging off the blanket she moved away from the window and began to pack, a few things of importance, a hand written book, some cards, a few pieces of clothing and some other small bits and pieces that she couldn't bare to think of leaving behind. Dressing in a simple black dress over her gently curving figure, the high neckline somehow managing to emphasise her generous chest rather than hide it and pulling her hooded cloak around her she slipped silently out of her house and headed quickly through the town, heading for the woods...hoping to get a fair few miles between the town and her before sunrise...
A last furtive glance over her shoulder to see if she was being followed and then she slipped into the shadows of the woods...

 

[RandyWillie]

"This one's mine," Wilton grunted to Bunce as the pair of them carried Miss Harper into the cell. Wilton who was used to performing sexually with another in the room, normally Stropwell. Reached into and between the thighs of Sasha Harper. His rough hands plying and pulling at her already abused vagina and clit."Did you see her cunt, Bunce? Beautiful, like a butterfly."

For Bunce, who had seen his father and mother fornicate and engage in sex before his youthful eyes, this witnessing of sex called up long and primal urges. He hoped beyond hope to see Wilton take the witch before his eyes. Then he would visit "his beloved" and releave himself with her.

Hoping to press the point Ned reached down and spread Sasha wide and rested her on his stomach, leaning backwards. She was spread, open, just at the perfect height for Wilton and he gave into the temptation. He dropped his trousers and his enormous member sprang to attention. With Bunce holding her open and thrusting her back and forth Wilton fucked, and fucked and fucked the object of his lewd desire. He could not remember cumming with such force.

At exactly the same time Stropwell observing through the grate spilt his seed all over his thrashing hand. Bunce was on fire and the rocking of Sasha against his cock was close to sending him into eruptions as well but he held himself back. He wanted his "Beloved."

 

[stubborn wench]

A nasty collision on the staircase was narrowly averted by the Reverend Smythe's God-given reflexes, darting back swiftly as Stropwell came blindly down the stairs. Regaining his composure somewhat after the shock of meeting like this, Smythe remembered his errand and followed closely behind Stropwell as he continued down the steps.

"It is God's fortune that I happened upon you, now, when I fear we need your services most, Reverend..."

He colored somewhat as Stropwell turned to face him with something like a scowl - obviously distracted by his exhausting work - but as this was more of the same, Smythe continued, unabashed. "You see, we have a - situation - brewing in the village, and we could certainly use your guidance, sir."

Noticing Stropwell's soiled trouser front for the first time, Smythe abruptly averted his gaze and stammered to fill the unpleasant silence.

"If-if you'd please to come with me, Reverend - there's a girl in the village who's been charged with the worst kind of witchery." He cleared his throat, unsure how to broach the delicate subject. "It seems she - ah...has - tempted her master to stray from his wife. Has tempted him near every day this past month - him a good Christian man, you understand, who has made many generous donations to the church..."

Stropwell halted at the closed door leading out to the courtyard, and from behind him, Smythe could see the accusing villagers gathered, and the two boys he had commissioned, holding the wretched girl between them, torn from her bed of sin in just her nightgown. Murmuring as much to himself as to Stropwell, he breathed, "It is a sad sight to witness, when such a promising young girl is so easily turned into Satan's filthy whore.."

Without turning his gaze away, Stropwell quietly demanded the girl's name, and Smythe writhed in anticipation, in spite of himself. He was glad that the greater man was not facing him to see it. When he spoke, his voice was suitably sombre. "Abigail Williams, Reverend. May God have mercy on her soul."

 

[RandyWillie]

Stropwell silenced the Rev. Smythe with a hand gesture and motioned for the bullies to escort the accused into a cell. Things were now moving apace as was the general happenstance in these undertakings. First there is denial within the village, followed by a few obvious arrests; next the rumors begin to work and accusation follows accusation and this soon leads to frenzy. Multiple arrests ensue, witches flee like bedbugs from a burning blanket. Stropwell had seen it all before.

He had arranged before hand for the woods and paths to be policed by zealous vigilantes. Miss Williams would be followed by a string of other arrests and Stropwell would be called upon to toil endlessly in the fields of the Lord. He could not help but admire the fine broth of a young girl Miss Williams was and was once again enervated and renewed to take up hsi labors once more. But had to assemble a team and approached the fidgety Rev. Smythe.

"I must see the candidates for the panel. You will assemble them here tonight. Time and tide wait for no man, Smythe. Time and tide wait for no man." Turned on his heel and strode back into his lair.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber's heart was pounding loudly in her ears as she crouched behind some bushes deep in the woods. Up ahead the flickering light of torches gave the trees an eerie orange glow, moving back and forth. The woods were being patrolled.
She fought to keep her breathing under control as she tried to think of a way around those ahead of her. If they were watching this path, one of the lesser known and lesser used, then there was a fair chance that all of the paths were being watched.
The sound of a twig breaking somewhere nearby made her jump, rustling the bushes loudly, alerting the torch bearers to her hiding place. In a blind panic she ran, darting between tree trunks and jumping over small bushes in her way. Weaving off of the pathway and into the thicker undergrowth, she could hear the shouts and voices of those pursuing her and she ran faster.
Then she tripped, her long dress getting caught in the roots of an old oak tree. She stumbled forwards, reaching out blindly to find something to keep up from tumbling to the floor. But her hands didn't find the rough bark of a tree or the cool surface of a rock. They found the rough material of a man's tunic.
Gasping she tried to back away from the grinning torch bearer before her but she backed into another, and then another. Within moments she was surrounded, the orange light flickering madly all around as one burly man took hold of her arms and, despite her struggling and protestations, picked her up and carried her towards the main road, towards Stropwell...

 

[RandyWillie]

Stropwell, sat in his library,his lips pursed and his brow ridged in thought: his hands were laced together and placed before him on the expansive oaken desk. Eight possible candidates sat in a semi cirle before him and he was determined to assess them scrupulously. This was the most delicate part of the entire operation. One bad choice, one false step here, could ruin his entire campaign. He had invited the Rev. Smythe because he saw something in the man when Smythe eyed the newly captured young serving girl. Stropwell’s stock and trade was in spotting smoldering lust in others and using it to serve his own desires.

He could observe the chosen ones as they interviewed the accused through his various observation posts and quickly dismiss any who were not, how would he put it, enthusiastic in their endeavors. Far better, however would be to chose correctly in the first place.

There was only one woman in the group the widow Warren and he hoped that she would prove suitable. Any time now the first warlock would be unearthed and a good frustrated widow would be ideal to carry out the physical examinations. He would interview her first and see. “I should like to speak with the Widow Warren first. Will the rest of you kindly wait outside?” They filed out leaving Mrs Warren sitting alone in a circle of empty chairs.

“How shall I begin so delicate a conversation my dear Mrs. Warren? Shall we pray together?” They bowed their heads and invoked the Lord’s protection and blessing. “Some, are chosen to do God’s unpleasant tasks Widow Warren. I and perhaps you are two of these warriors. Sex. I shutter at the use of the word around so delicate a flower is the devils handle on mankind. It is the flaw in the masterwork which allows Satan to slip his wedge into humanity. Once the wedge penetrates the slit he thrusts and thrusts, in and out, again and again.” The Widow began to move about in her seat. Her face reddened. Her breathing increased.

“It is through sex that he enslaves his minions and it is in the examination of their physical bodies that the truth is perceived.” She had taken out her fan and was cooling her face as she listened intently. “The accused male and female must be examined physically completely, more completely than you can imagine. No, I’m sorry. I can’t go on. I can’t ask a woman of your obvious sanctity to expose yourself to that. Your eyes to that, your hands to that.”

She stood. “The vessel may appear weak Mr. Stopwell, but if God’s will is to be done. Who else is to do it? Who else to be subjected to such situations.” She threw her arms out wide, her breasts heaving with wanton desire. “Dear Lord I am your servant. Do with me as you will.” Stropwell smiled and knew he had found his woman.

Three hours later, he had selected the Rev. Smythe, the Widow Warren, and Thomas James the school master as his three assistance. Their training was to begin the following day.

 

[RandyWillie]

Stropwell scurried down the stairs after his session with the new council and entered the passages behind the cell walls. He wanted to enjoy his bevy of captives, to tease himself with the female flesh which was his to control and use in any way he saw fit. The evil joy of ownership, of dominance, of tyranny wrapped itself round his heart and soul. He peered in on Abigail Williams who sobbed deliciously in her cell. He would enjoy her he already knew. In the cell beside her was a complete surprise.

Amber Waters had been caught trying to flee...an admission of guilt and Wilton had admitted her to a cell since Stropwell was engaged in selecting the council. Stropwell stared in at her and chuckled, what a fortunate man am I. He checked on Avalon who slept fitfully and was verily naked on her cot. His cock reacted as usual to her beauty but he was determined to allow his aching testicles to recover for what promised to be a fascinating day tomorrow.

In Sasha Harper's cell, Wilton sat on the cold floor just starring at her. She awake had turned to the wall away from his boring eyes.

 

[poohlive]

The water was cold as ice by the time he set it down next to her limp naked form. She slept peacefully, comfortably, as if the days excursions never occured. It would be a witch that slept this way, wouldn't it?

Ned leaned against the far wall, watching Avalon sleep. She needed her rest. She needed a lot of things, the poor girl had been fucked every which way he chose for her, but she needed rest first.

The bucket of water, with a towel would be next. He'd get her clean, and he brought some things from home to dress her up, make her look nice again.

Ned wanted her to look nice.

He kneeled down, wiping a strand of her precious red hair away from that face. So pale and calm right now. His finger trailed one of the tear marks on her cheek, coming close enough to kiss it.

The taste of her tears thrilled him, a golden salty taste in his mouth he loved.

Ned began petting her hair, like some common dog that had been punished by his master, and was now having him lick the wounds.

"Wake up," He whispered in her ear, his tongue coming out to play upon her skin.

Just as her eyes fluttered he grabbed her hair, and pulled it back hard. He made her look at him, towering above her, his eyes flamed with passion.

"Listen to me," He still whispered, as if he were talking to a lover, "There's a rag over there. Clean yourself off, you fucking whore. Try to take some pride in yourself. Get that cum out of your fucking twat... unless, you want me to do it for you?

"Is that it?" His hand went down between her thighs, two fingers roughly stuck inside her.

"I can do it for you, Avalon... Get you nice and clean for me again."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Wake up,"

The voice, His voice, invaded her dreams, her sleep, her mind, her body....

"Wake up"

Why was he in her dreams, why would he not leave her be??? Avalon felt the wet slither of his tongue upon her ear, then descending and following the curve of her throat.

"Wake up"

Her golden eyes opened, focused, she became aware that she was naked, she had been since... since his last rape of her. How long ago had that been?? Minutes??? Hours??? Days???

Fingers entangled into her hair, yanking back her head as she cried out. She staring up at Him, the whole of her form now trembling. Ned was standing over her, and it was clear in his eyes, as well as in the bulge in his pants, that he was excited, once again. Excited and alone with her. Would this nightmare never end???

"Listen to me, There's a rag over there. Clean yourself off, you fucking whore. Try to take some pride in yourself. Get that cum out of your fucking twat... unless, you want me to do it for you?"

His free hand shot down, down between her splayed thighs, thick fingers delving within her pussy, pushing deeply within, feeling the remnants of his own seed and her own lubrication.

"I can do it for you, Avalon... Get you nice and clean for me again."

"please Ned...no more... please" she managed to moan as he pumped those fingers in and out of her pussy, the sound was wet, and her body, once more seemingly ready to betray her, rocked with his motions, even as she cried.

"okay" she whispered, when he had released her, he muttering something about how disgustingly filthy she was. The water was ice cold, and one touch to her skin sent her shivering, yet she dared not stop, dared not complain. It was quite evident that she was chilled, her nipples instantly swelled, filling with blood, darkening... Avalon wanted to cover herself desperately, Ned was leering again, and she knew that look in his eyes. It would not be long, she thought, before she was screaming under him again. Slowly, she cleansed herself using the ice cold water, at least this was better than being hosed off like last time. He said nothing, but pointed a thick finger at her pussy. Avalon stood there, legs spread, and washed her pussy, washed her pussy for her rapist as he sat and watched, nearly drooling..

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Sasha had endured the torments and the torturous actions of the Reverend, Bunce as well as Wilton. She stood as the Reverend "examined her most delicate places for the marks of his so called devil without a word. She almost laughed when he stroked her wetness holding her wide open for the various objects to be inserted into her. She endured as Wilton and Bunce had played their lecherous parts each holding her, inviting the Reverend to take a closer look as her darker holes probbing and prodding with a maddening insistence.

She also hid her mind and bowed her head as Wilton fucked her to a state of uncontroled maddness until he shot forth into her a load of trmendous size and warmth. All the while, she let her mind be other places. Roaming around, seeing and watching. She was the reason so many other young girls was there getting this obscene treatment, yet, she felt no compassion for them.

She had been since returned to the dark cell and laid out a shift and some cold water in which to clean herself in. In her mind an idea arose. Walking, still naked to the hole above her, she called out.

"Help me. Someone. I am trapped. I am alone. I am lonely. Someone there? Anyone there, my God, my saviour, help a servant in need" she spoke her words trimmed with tears. The footsteps told her someone had heard and as the door to her cell opened, there stood Wilton.

"What are you cackling about witch?" he asked. Leering at the still naked Sasha.

"I am alone, praying to my God to help save me from your wickedness you fool" she said. She wanted him close enough to feel his breath on her skin.

"God forsakes no witches, whore. You will not get no help from him I tell you. You should pray to your heathen demon God see if he can help you now" he said throwing his head back in laughter. Just then, she heard more noises outside and realized there were others besides herself and Avalon.

Praying to all hope she spoke.

"How many young innocents are you going to let that monster have his way with? How many souls will he torture to have his little religious fucks with? How many days must your own soul die for his enjoyment? Why do you let him have all the fun? Your just a work horse for him. It should be you. Your the strength that he lacks Wilton. You. Not him" she said. Hearing him suck in breath. He suddenly broke towards her grabbing her by the hair and throwing her against the wall. It was not the reaction she was hoping for and as she tried to get her bearings, he was quickly on top of her pinning her down on the hard, cold floor.

He held her and quickly tore his pants open and pushing them down. He spit in his hand then without warning, attempting to force himself into her still aching cunt, he forced his horse like member into her ass. Screaming in pain, she clawed the floor trying to get away but he was to strong. He pushed her into the floor until she was almost past breathing forceing his dick into her harder and harder. Sasha felt her poor bottom being torn apart ripped to pieces by this huge memeber intruding inside her. She could only lay there gasping with each thrust.

Mistaking her attepmts to breath for acceptance and pleasure, he continued his assault on her harder and harder holding her down. In this position, he could use as much force as he liked controling her movements. Shifting, he began to run his free hand underneath her to manipulate her swollen clit. Crying out, Sasha at once orgasmed and hard. Hard enough to make this monster again, shoot a thick wad of seed into her now throbbing backside.

Leaning to kiss her, he planted a warm wet kiss on her cheek. Pulling his limp cock out of her ass, he sighed and spoke. Ominous words.

"You took that like a real whore Sasha. My beloved one. You shall be treated accordingly, yet, make no doubt, you will be found out for what you are. Witches die bitch" he said spitting onto her naked prone body.

Laying there sobbing, she began cursing him in her own language. His blood truned to ice as he ran from the room stopping only to lock the door.

She lay there for some time the pain almost as strong in her bottom as if he were still in there. Yet, she crawled to the basin and gingerly washer her nether regions. Crying, she eased the shift over her head and sloly made her way to the cot. Pulling the cover up to her neck, she lay there watching the shadows shift from above.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber sat in silence in her cell, holding her cloak tightly around her. The sounds of a girl being abused somewhere closeby filled the air and sent ripples of fear across her skin. Her imagination could guess at what was happening to the poor girl in the nearby cell, she shuddered with revulsion at the thought. Fear started to build deep down inside her as she knew her fate would be the same. She knew it was unlikely she'd be sent straight to the gallows or to the pyre without being 'tested' for witchcraft, even if they did find her belongings.
She had tried as best as she could to hide her small bag, containing all she held dear, and all that would be needed to definitely condemn her to death...it wasn't a good hiding place, shoved between two of the slats beneath the thin matress but at least it was no longer in plain view.
Hugging her arms a little tighter around herself, she closed her blue eyes and tried to sleep, trying to think of a way to somehow escape the inevitable fate that lay ahead of her.
Determined in only one thought, that she would not give herself away without a fight, she had survived this long with her dignity and will intact. And that was how she hoped she would stay. But in a place such as this...such hopes were false. And deep down, Amber knew it.

 

[poohlive]

"That's it," He had to readjust his pants, his cock strained too much. The site of her pale luscious thighs spreading for him, wet with the spring water. Those delicate slender fingers all over her own sex, dripping the rag to clean herself once more.

His breathing got harder, ragged, he was no longer adjusting himself, but simply rubbing his cock. It strained, yearning for release.

"you will do this, each time after we play. It is your responsibility. If I come in here, and see you have not cleaned yourself, there will be a punishment. Don't make me punish you, Avalon..."

He was near her now, next to her, smelling her scent. Fear and dripping cool water mixed with her own juices. Was she getting wet? Of course she was, she needed him now, she wanted him. She got wet just at the site of him.

"I can make this feel good, Avalon. I can make it feel as good or as bad as you want it. If you fight me all the way, then I will fight back. Each time I rape you will feel like the first. But, I don't want that Avalon."

He knelt down next to her, inspecting her work. She had cleaned herself off very well.

"I don't want any of this Avalon," He licked her newly clean cunt. It tasted soo good. The heat mizxed with the cold water, a delightful taste upon his tongue.

"See, my pet? Good enough to eat," his tongue came out for a second lick. It rode up her tiny slit, almost invisible were those parted lips. A flash of pink as his tongue pressed against it, nearly gone as he licked right up to her clit.

"I can make it feel good, Avalon. If you play nice. If you do as I say..." he sucked her clit into his mouth. His lips taking it in, bringing her very essence into him, his tongue flicking gently as he sucked at it. Hard and then soft, rough and smooth alternating, making her feel it, want it just like he did.

Ned moved his hands up her legs, one on each thigh, slowly spreading her. Not forcing her, no... not yet. He had to wait, see her reaction. His hands massaged her, teased her, played with her like everything else.

His eyes never left hers.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to erupt forth. She tried to control her breathing, her trembling. She kept washing herself, the chilled water actually feeling good upon her tender, aching pussy lips, and her still so very sensative clit.

A sound echoed into the chamber, a scream... blood curdling... filled with pain... and loathing... another.. Sasha??? was being raped, Avalone was sure of it. If Ned were with her, than it was either Wilton, the dead looking cohort of Stropwell, or.... Stropwell Himself. Avalon shivered at the thought of Stropwell Himself raping her.

She heard shuffling, Ned was moving closer...

"you will do this, each time after we play. It is your responsibility. If I come in here, and see you have not cleaned yourself, there will be a punishment. Don't make me punish you, Avalon..."

Swallowing slowly, she nodded her understanding, not daring to speak, afraid that instead of words, only screams would come forth. He was right next to her, scenting her, surely smelling her fear, her terror at what was happening, mingled with the light, almost flowery scent to her skin, and the deeper, heated scent of her sex, her orgasms at His hand...

"I can make this feel good, Avalon. I can make it feel as good or as bad as you want it. If you fight me all the way, then I will fight back. Each time I rape you will feel like the first. But, I don't want that Avalon."

He knelt down in front of her, she opening her eyes to His words, looking down at Ned. He reached up, and began inspecting her, thick fingers touching, opening her pussy lips as He shouldered her legs further apart. "Please Ned... don't" she begged, knowing He would not listen, why would He? He had raped her twice, it would be of no consequence for Him to rape her again.

"I don't want any of this Avalon," His breath was soooo close to her pussy, that the warmth glided over the quivering folds, bringing an involuntary whimper to Avalon's lips. His tongue slipped out, wet, warm, invading, licking... the sensation raced thru her, she shivering as it did so... and the whimper turned to a deep moan.

"See, my pet? Good enough to eat, I can make it feel good, Avalon. If you play nice. If you do as I say..."

His tongue dipped within her pussy lips, tracing her dampened slit upwards as He tasted her, to flick over her clit. Avalon leaned back against the wall, her body shuddering. Her clit swelled in reaction, as Ned drew it within His lips, suckling lightly, playing His tongue over it. She cried out then, a helpless sound that vibrated past her lips. A flood of her own juices, her body reacting, her body wanting, needing.... more... spilled out, dripping ... soaking ...

Helpless, Avalon raked her nails along the wall at her back, as Ned tasted her yet again, He sending waves of pleasure, teasing, thru her with His mouth, lips, and tongue. His hands rested upon her thighs, holding her stilled, steady, open to Him. He was being slow, and actually... gentle.. compared to before and Avalon's body was responding. Her eyes locked in His, she looking down as He looked up from between her legs, tears rolled down each of her cheeks as her hips began to rock slightly, to His mouth, she gasping in breath as another wave crashed thru her, pleasure, and humiliation, rape and tenderness, all mingling into waves of confusing emotions.

Avalon lifted one leg, draping it over His shoulder as He feasted on her, allowing Him easier access to the depths of her sex.. she cried, moaned, in shame and pleasure as Ned's dark head lowered to feed upon what she offered, her sweetness, slick and warm, now all over His lips and chin...

She was sobbing, but Ned only heard and felt what He wanted, her body reacting, enjoying, even if it were tearing the girl slowly apart...

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, good girl," He said, through a mouthful of her own juices. Her arched back, her moved leg, the small quivers that rocked through her pussy all gave Ned what he needed. Oh, he wouldn't mind forcing her day in and day out, but to see her react, watch as she started to like it, and then love it, and finally need it...

Ned eased her other leg over his shoulder too. She lay there now, her legs out in the air, stretched, her thighs luscious and pale on either side of his face. He guided her to the right position, the perfect position, splayed out for him to use.

And he did. His tongue pushed inside her, deep inside. It found its way easily through her newly fucked hole. Even so, the folds still gripped him, held him, eased him further inside. His tongue, a little cock for her to play with.

Ned watched her, spasming in betrayal. How long before she wanted it, how long before she would beg him to fuck her each time he came in here?

Not long, by the way she was reacting.

He reached for her hand, placing it on his own head, letting her fingers run though his hair the way a lover would during an intimate moment. His own hands pressed against her hips, helping her rock back and forth on his now invading tongue. He used it like a cock, pushing in, drawing it back out. Helping her use the motion of fucking, his mouth wide open, her juices and his saliva dripping out, a nice big stain upon her bed.

 

[stubborn wench]

Abigail

Abby whimpered softly to herself, too afraid even for prayer, as the lunatic sounds of bedlam rang in her ears - screaming, crying, shrieks of pain and pleasure... She pressed her palms more tightly against her ears - could Hell be worse than this?

She had cried herself into a fierce headache, until the tears would no longer fall - or perhaps until she fully realized they were of no use. She had stretched herself out on her side on the cold floor, then curled like a shrimp with her bare feet tucked into the hem of her nightgown, and had held her swollen face in her hands when the noise began.

So they would rape her - she was familiar enough with that routine, but somehow the sounds of another woman's screams were enough to send shivers through her body. Her flesh crawled, remembering other animal thrusts, the torn flesh and spilled seed...

And it would only be the beginning...she'd heard such awful stories about the witch trials conducted in other places, women tortured with the stony determination of "righteousness", until they babbled nonsensically, and who could tell what was truth and fabrication?

She wrapped her fingers around the small cross around her neck - so small...she could scarcely feel it clutched in her fist. What would it take, to make her deny her own innocence and blaspheme, and spin horrific tales, and agree, agree...agree to everything they said? How much pain could she endure, when it came to be her turn?

She dropped the cross and clapped her hands against her ears again, as if she could crush the thoughts between them out like dying embers. A rising wail would not be completely muffled, and the echo in her own head conjured images of an unholy orgy under the harvest moon..

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Oh, good girl,"

The words vibrated against her labia, His breath was warm, and obscene, yet still her body reacted, craved, found pleasure... Easily, ever so easily, Ned manuvered Avalon down to the bed, grasping her other leg and slinging it over His other shoulder, hands on her hips, pulling her to His hungering mouth. She was splayed open for Him, her head cast back as she cried out, in pleasure, in shame, in despair, all sounded the same as the sounds rippled past her lips.

His tongue raped her, penetrated her, invaded her, dipping deeply as her pussy pulsed around it, tightening as if it were a cock, flooding it with her sweetness, which only enticed Him deeper. His face was buried now between her legs, and she was gasping, moaning, crying, trembling, her body flush with heat, a sheen glistening over her skin... Her fingers dug into the bedding, as her hips rocked of their own accord, Ned sliding His large hands under her hips and ass, lifting her to His mouth, feasting, savouring, devouring her once again. Avalon's cries joined the screams of Sasha, rippling thru the cellar...

He grabbed her hand, bringing it to His head, her fingers grasping, entangling in the short, thick hair that topped his moving head. Her back arching, she pushing His head to her sex, tears flowing now down her cheeks in shame... SHE WAS ENJOYING THIS... and just that thought, that knowledge made her cry....

"I hate You" she managed to groan as He continued His assault... her clit was throbbing with every beat of her heart, her pussy sopping wet now, her sweetness, slick and warm, coating His lips, chin, trailing down the crack of her ass, even her asshole was becoming wet from the passing droplets that pooled now on the bed beneath her, along with His drool....

Her orgasm was fast approaching, she trying desperately to fight it back, not wanting to give Him the satisfaction, but when His tongue flicked over her clit, circling, caressing, licking, He growling into her cunt, the vibration was maddening... and she came... screaming out as the climax shook thru her, lifting her lower body from the bed.. her head snapping from side to side as she tried to deny the orgasm, the pleasure, that Ned made her suffer.

 

[poohlive]

His mouth filled with her juices. He swallowed. The simple sweet and acidic taste surpassed him, as her tears did. Her own scent covering everything now. She had left a part of herself here, some innocence never gained. To be raped is to have it taken, but to be fucked, to give it willingly?

The ultimate sacrifice.

By the time he had finished with her, his mouth satisfied, disentangling himself from her limbs, he stared back at her, licking his lips in dirty pride. He moved on top of her, his rough tongue cleaning those tears once more from her cheek.

"If it makes you feel any better," He whispered, nibbling at the small of her neck, "I hate you too."

He hated her for all those times she walked down the street, her head held high. All those glances she gave the other guys, but not him. Not big ole lumbering Ned. Not even a time of day. She was some up tight little cunt who thought herself better than him.

Well, not anymore. Never again. She was a fucking witch, and she would be punished.

"I do wonder though. Your body has betrayed you soo often. Do you really want me to stop?"

He still spoke into the gentle curve of her neck, his lips thick and heavy against her dewy skin. He had pushed himself in near position for her, his cock hard, throbbing, close to her open cunt.

He guided it against her, his cock riding along the soft ridges of her folds. He pushed it up and down, guiding his cock along her cunt, pressing against her clit.

The look of it, between them, like two lovers intimately sharing and teasing before they made love.

His cock was getting wet from her juices, still dripping from her. The pulse of her cunt throbbing, rippling through the outer lips that seemed to hold his cock, beg him for it, ease it inside.

He didn't push it inside though, nearly ran it back and forth against the length of her sex, watching her face contort in different emotions. It pleased him so. The very thought that at some level she wanted it, she needed it made him grow even harder.

"Just ask me, beg me and I will do it. I will ease your pain," He kissed her again. He kissed her lips, her neck, her ear, nibbling on it. Everything was that of a lover, every piece of him gentle and assuring, even his roughened hands, years at the anvil toiling away, were soft and gently on her breasts, teasing her nipples.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

If it makes you feel any better," He whispered, nibbling at the small of her neck, "I hate you too."

He had moved over her, after He had drank His fill of her shuddering orgasm, after He had laved her pussy with His tongue, over and over, lapping up her sweetness, her pleasure, her climax.

Avalon would not look at Him, as He nuzzled into her throat, nipping at the sensative skin, His lips moving along the curve.

"I do wonder though. Your body has betrayed you soo often. Do you really want me to stop?"

She wanted to scream at Him, scream at Him to get off her, to stop the horror He was putting her thru, she wanted to scream at Him to give her back her virginity that He had so easily ripped from her. She wanted to scream anything at Him, but all that would leave her lips were soft moans, and panting gasps as He began kissing along her throat, one hand in her hair, pulling her head back, it was as if she were offering her throat to Him, when that was not the case. His lips moved along under her jaw, tasting the salty skin... a sheen of the lightest sweat glistening there...

Her whimpers only drove Him on, His hips rolling forward and back, the thick length of His cock, a cock she was beginning to know well, slipping wetly along her slick, dripping, and opening slit. The silken folds seeming to caress along the surface of His cock, her heat penetrating, warming, and inviting. His movements were slow and deliberate, He feeling her relaxing under His ministrations, which was just what He wanted, and what she did NOT want.

Releasing her hair, His lips found hers, she groaning "nooooo" into the kiss, but to no avail, His tongue silencing her as it forced it's way into her mouth, entwining with her tongue.. feeling he softness... wet and slippery... curling around and over His. Her mouth was warm, wet, and sweet, His tasted of her..

His hands came to rest upon her breasts, gentle and caressing, His rough, calloused fingers brushing over her tender nipples, feeling them stiffen in response, she squirming under Him, her motions were meant to dislodge Him but Ned was a mountain of a man, her movements only allowed Him to settle upon her, there was no escape for Avalon.

His mouth explored everywhere, her cheeks, her lips, her chin, her jawline, the curve of her throat, the curl of her ear, His teeth nipping. He was slow and gentle, and Avalon was responding once again. Her breathing deepening, she could not silence the sounds that slipped past her lips... her hips lifted from the bed, as if beckoning Him.... she tried to push Him off her, but instead only succeeded in embracing Him, her delicate fingers raking over His broad shoulders....

She wished then that He would rape her again, He would beat her, abuse her, anything but bring her pleasure... which was what He was doing...

"Just ask me, beg me and I will do it. I will ease your pain,"

"Ned... please.........." she began.... but that was all He heard.... the rest of he words... "don't do this to me again" were lost in her cries of sex... of rape.. of pleasure....

He was inside her, her sex curling about Him like a wet, heated blanket, sheathing Him, drawing Him deeper into her body. Her heat was amazing, tingling over His cock and down thru His balls.... she was staring up into His eyes, helpless... vunerable... begging Him to stop, or was she begging Him to keep going.............

 

[poohlive]

"Oh yes... yes. God yes," It had come soo soon, so easy after tempting her. She needed little effort. Her own motions, her own pleas, her own traitorous words on her mouth betrayed the fabric of her innocence. She was wanton, lustful, and drawn into him.

"I will always please you Avalon, always be here for you," His entire cock sheathed in her, those thick juicy walls clinging to him, begging him never to leave. He would not let them, his slow and deliberate pace so unlike what they had done before. He made love to her now, he eased into her.

Again, like a lover. Everything he did was as if a lover. A newly married couple on their first night together, easing through the pleasurable and wonderful sensations.

He held her close, his hands soft, gentle on her skin. He even lightly touched where bruises from his rough hands had been before.

His cock slowly enveloped by her, as his lips were still kissing the tears continually streaming from her face. Yes, tears of joy now. She had been raped, but now he was here to save her. Her own personal savior, take her away from this pain, show her how to make love, how to find happiness here.

"I love you Avalon," He purred against her skin, "Oh, I love you so. I will make you mine. I can own you. We will be like this forever."

His cock, ever fucking her, ever pushing inside. The rhythm they both found, rocking back and forth... not too fast or slow. A heated pace that made him moan against her skin, and kiss her until she shuddered under him.

She loved him too, he knew it.

"I love you so much, My pet."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

He made love to her now, he eased into her.

His cock slid ever so slowly into her wet entrance, her body, her sex, forming around the familiar length, wrapping, embracing, sheathing, welcoming Him inside her. The roll of His hips was slow, His body coming to rest gently upon her. His lips kissing her, teasing her tongue with His own, and she responding, moaning low as her own tongue met His, slid around and over, caressing...

His hands were gentle, His touch tender as He took her, so unlike the 2 brutal rapes she has suffered at His hand.

Avalon's mind was twisting, racing, trying to make sense of what He was doing to her, and why... why in God's name she was reacting to it.


I love you Avalon," He purred against her skin, "Oh, I love you so. I will make you mine. I can own you. We will be like this forever."

His words horrifed her, yet, I love You was something she had longed to hear, as any woman did, in their lifetime... Especially during love making.. and that was just what Ned Bunce was doing to her, making love to her.

As He spoke His cock pushed deeper, she gasping as He gained and angle and a depth He had not during the fevered rapes of before, the head of His long, thick, cock bumping her cervix, making her cry out, making her arch beneath Him, and grasp Him, she nearly wrapping around Him with her arms and legs. He was buried balls deep into her now, the wet, heated, grip of her body only tightening all the more..

"Ned" she whimpered.. moaned.. her breath warm against His ear, warm and moist...

His words echoed once again in her mind... I love you Avalon, Oh, I love you so. I will make you mine. I can own you.

He... loved her.... He... could protect her.....

"Ned.... " she again hushed... letting His name fall from her lips to His ear... She panting, gasping, as He rocked atop her, feeling her body moving in unision with His own, skin against skin, heated and damp... she was clinging to Him....

"protect me Ned... please.... " she begged, whispered.... "I only want.... You"...

There, she had said it, and she hoped that by enduring what Ned was doing and would do to her, she could be spared from Wilton, Stropwell, and any of the other ...... men.... that Stropwell would surely recruit...

He moaned against the warmth of her skin, His face nestled at the curve of her throat... She letting her head fall back as she cried out again, and again... and again... "Ned.... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddssss... Ned"

She shuddered under Him, just as He whispered.. "I love you so much, My pet."

Her body riding the crashing wave of another orgasm, her soaking sex spasming around His still thrusting cock, pulsing around Him, drawing Him in deeper with each motion... she arching, gasping... shaking... her slick fluids flowing .... flowing just for Him...

"NEDDDDDD"