Witch Hunt

[poohlive]

What a strange sound, between the cries of pain and woes of torture. An animalistic scream of pleasure, pure pleasure running through someone's system. It seemed odd, out of place. A common relic of the old world left behind, as the new world of brick and chain surrounded around them.

Ned rolled his hips, each time sinking into her, feeling her own cries and shudders. She clamped onto him, her arms, legs, pussy, even her mouth covered his own. The weakness in her, overwhelming, giving in. He kissed her, comforted her, suited her.

With his cock buried deep inside, he could do all those things.

It was his name that got to him, though. For her to use that name on her lips, to love and caress it like any other part of him. It drove him over the edge. He pushed in faster, thrusting into her now. They did not arch together, rolling into each other. He held her still, his own cock slamming in, and then being pulled out, gripped out, with her warm tight walls holding him, pressing him, needing him to stay.

The pace made his balls slap into her ass, each time they coupled together. He moved his hand down, expertly, flicking against her little clit. It stood out, soo tall and beautiful against her light bush.

"Scream my name," He urged. He cooed into her ear, he licked it against her tender neck, everything helping her cum, feeling her urge, sending those shaky intense rockets of pleasure inside her.

"Cum for me, Avalon. Just for me. Let me hear it. Scream it. Oh God, please..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

His fevered pace grew faster, His body rocking into, over her own. He stared down, into her eyes, as if He wanted to crawl within them, He was moaning, growling, and now, holding her down as His loving making intesified. He was not hurting her, but He was riding her, in control, His cock claiming what was His... soaking wet, it easily slid within her, with each thrust of His hips. The small bed beneath them rocked, thudding against the wall with each hard stroke of His cock back onto her heated, welcoming pussy.

He reared over her, ramming onto her, the slap of His balls could be heard, wet and hard against her ass. Avalon was panting, moaning, crying out over and over, a keening sound that seemed to hang in the air around them. But her sounds were drowned out by His, the sound of His body hitting hers, His cock plunging into her dripping cunt, His balls to her ass, His grunts and moans.

He lifted slightly, His arms and shoulders were powerful from His work as a blacksmith, His pace, His fucking of her never slowed as one hand held Him slightly above her shuddering form, the other slipping down to find her clit, which was swollen and tender within the light covering of curls that tried to sheild her nether regions.

Her body had lost all control... she was feeling the intense jolts of pleasure searing thru her with every thrust of His hips, every ramming of His cock into her. His fingers manipulating her clit drove her over the edge of the precipice, sending her spiraling out of control...

"Scream my name. Cum for me, Avalon. Just for me. Let me hear it. Scream it. Oh God, please..."

She had to, she had no choice, not just because her body was so entwined in the erotic pleasure that Ned was bringing her, but because to make Him beleive that she loved Him, wanted Him, needed Him, to facilitate His protecting her, she had to cum for Him, she had to make Him believe that she wanted THIS....

Her body did not need to be told twice, Avalon screamed out, her voice mingling with the other screams that echoed in the cellar this night, her body shook violently under Him, her pussy flooding with a was of her heated, slick, fluids.... she gasping, crying and screaming His name...

" NEDDDDDD.... NED...OH GOD I'M CUMMING NED.... CUMMING FOR YOU.... NEDDDDDDD OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Her voice dripped with lust, with passion, and with shame, as she called out to her rapist, He bucking wildly on top of her, the one Man she hoped could protect from a worse fate at the hands of the others....

 

[poohlive]

Those words. The same words he had longed for each night, coming from her precious pursed lips. The words he lusted after, his hand on his cock, angrily pumping it until he came all over himself, licking off the salty goodness from his body. The words he knew he would never hear from Avalon, and now she had screamed them at him, screamed them with her own orgasm trembled deep within her.

He could not hold onto himself. The very being of lust and rage soothed within him, as his knees buckled from her gentle guiding. Her cunt has lashed around his cock, clamped onto it as she rode her own pleasurable waves up and down.

The feelings, hard and sharp in his ears, would not slow down. He pushed in harder, faster, her own need driving him. Ned had forgotten everything except this moment. Here now, with her, it was completeness.

He pulled out from her loving hole, the once virginal cavity now stretched wide, the gaping hollow of pink turning him on all over again.

He grabbed her, but gently, as gently as he could. A fistful of hair to guide her and his cock together, nothing more. He would not force her. Ned knew that now, he would not force her again, because she would let it happen willingly.

She wanted it.

He brought his cock up to her mouth, that lovely pursed mouth. Her wonderful mouth which had said such lovely words. His cock, raging, wet from her juices, pushing past those lips, pushing deep inside.

"Oh god," he grunted, his hips bucking into her uncontrollably, "I'm gonna cum. Take it Avalon. Take it for me."

He shot deep inside of her mouth. His cock alive, a shock of nerve endings, each one both sending and receiving pleasure on his cock. Her tight lips, her warm mouth, her hands on his thighs, her hair wrapped around his meaty fist.

"Yes take it," Large gobs of cum, white and thick shot from him, into her waiting mouth, on her waiting tongue. She had the bext mixture, the mixture of both their juices. His own cock glistening from her cunt, and his seed now adding to it.

He took it out, guiding his cock as the cum now milked from him. He places some on her rosey red lips, thick tendrils of his semen sticking to her, playing out against them, connecting them in some small way.

The rest dribbled down to her bare breasts, he gave his limp cock a shake, letting her wear the rest of his love.

"Don't swallow," He said, he smiled to her, moving down once more next to her.

"Kiss me, let's share our cum together. Like lovers do. Will you do that with me, Avalon? Share with me?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon struggled to breathe around the girth of Ned's cock as He shoved the length into her mouth. She did not dare protest, she had to make Him beleive that she wanted this, the thought sickened her, but what shamed her even more was.... she did want this on some level, the pleasure still shuddering thru her body was hard to ignore. She had never felt anything like this, and Ned, who was being surprisingly gentle, who had brutally raped her before, was giving her that pleasure.

Her thoughts, her mind, her emotions were in turmoil... spinning... twisting.. until she was unsure what she wanted anymore...

He pumped into her mouth... her willing... wet... warm.. mouth... Avalon taking Him in deep, suckling, tasting the mingling of her own heated juices and His precum, His sweat, and a moment, just a mere moment later, His seed.


"Oh god," he grunted, his hips bucking into her uncontrollably, "I'm gonna cum. Take it Avalon. Take it for me."

He spilled out into her mouth, hot jets of His seed, thick and salty, she closing her eyes at the taste... She could feel His cock spasm in the grasp of her mouth and lips, feel it quiver and spurt....


Yes take it,"

Avalon opened her eyes and stared up at Him. If Ned had been a normal man, a man with compassion, one who was not obsessed with owning her, raping her, having her, maybe, just maybe, He would have seen the despair in those eyes, the sadness that her life, would never be the same, He would have seen that she was sooo close.... to breaking.....

His seed now dripped from her lips, splashed obscenely over her breasts. She felt like a whore, a dirty, sticky, whore...

"Don't swallow, Kiss me, let's share our cum together. Like lovers do. Will you do that with me, Avalon? Share with me?"

She nodded, they coming together in a Lover's kiss... Avalon did not want to swallow Ned's seed, so this to her was a better alternative, she did not want to anger Him by gagging, she was using all her willpower not to.

Ned was sweaty, His skin slick from the heat, His thick fingers sliding all over her body as they kissed, kissed and shared the taste of their cum, Avalon did her best to swallow as little as possible, as His tongue and hers entwined once more ... His arms wrapping around her, holding her to Him, holding her captive.

Her body had come down from the orgasmic high that had flowed thru her, and she, exhausted, leaned into His embrace.

"Ned" she whispered again, His name fluttering on her lips... "I only want You Ned... You... feel so good inside me" the words wanted to choke her, but she knew that she had to strengthen His.... obsession of her... to try and keep her safe from the others...

 

[poohlive]

Ned lay beside her on the bed, so soft and warm and comfortable. He cuddled with her, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight. One finger gently crossed her smooth flawless stomach, up to the gentle swell of her breasts.

He played with the drying cum on her nipples, his finger slowly moving it around on her.

"I know, Avalon. I know. It can always be this way. Just you and me. We can live like this. I've always wanted you, and you were soo far away. But now... now you are right here. We are perfect for each other."

He licked his own cum off of her breasts, the taste acrid, salty, perfect going down his throat.

His finger, wiped a droplet and brought it to her lips, letting her taste his treat. He smiled as those warm velvet lips surrounded it, sucked it in, her tongue playing on the tip of his finger.

"You can be mine, and I yours. I will never leave you Avalon."

He looked into her eyes, the cross between satisfaction and curiousity warming in them. They were deep and soulless, like the dark inside of a fire, where embers glowed with rage.

"There's something I wanted to ask you... something I need to know."

He stared down at the curve of her stomach, those small curly hairs leading up to her cunt, still red, still opened, still leaking fluid.

"Are you really a witch? It is ok to tell me the truth. I will believe you, Avalon. I love you, I will believe whatever you tell me."

 

[blackopal19]

Lily had heard enough. Her grandmother has told her to go, to go to her family in the wild untamed lands. It was no longer safe here for her. Lil, with her long black hair and somewhat darker skin, had hidden her indian heritage well. Even the practices of her native family were hidden well in her grandmothers house.

No, she was not a christian. Nor was she a devil worshipper. But that didn't make her any less scared. In the cool darkness of night her ailing grandmother had helped her pack, and had given her the only horse in hopes that she too could escape, just like how a few other girls had done.

Lily was dressed in a fine long dress, blood red in color in order to blend into the night better. She mounted the horse and said goodbye to her grandmother cheerfully and promised to come back as soon as possible. But in her heart she knew that if she made it she wouldn't be comeing back. Lily hid her tears well.

She stuck to the trails well. Her horse softly plodding in the night. But then the trail she was on crossed the main road once....but it would be a tricky crossing. She dismounted, taking a quick peek to see if there were any guards. Seeing none she clucked softly to her horse, leading it by the reigns.

Then suddenly she heard shouting. Swearing, she leaped upon her horse gracefully, but then felt two strong arms circling her waist and pulling her down as her horse reared up. She screamed, kicked and even bit the hand that tried to silence her. Her feet contacted something solid and she felt the man fall, but not let go of her. As they hit the ground she felt her wind knocked out, and felt dazed for just a moment. She heard the man grunt and tried to struggle once more...but a hood was slipped over her head and then all went black.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You can be mine, and I yours. I will never leave you Avalon."

His words were chilling, but she managed to suppress the shiver that wanted to shake thru her. His eyes stared into her as He held her, she still partially under Him on the bed. He trailed her body with a fingertip, as if memorizing every curve, every dip, along her soft skin. She looked back into those eyes, and saw nothing but a blankness, a darkness, and she knew that she were in deeper trouble than she even realized. She saw no soul in Ned Bunce's eyes, nothing but a deep, dark, pool of nothing, except for the barest flicker of His rage, a rage that had already raped her twice vicously, and surely would do that and more if He ever realized that she loathed Him, hated Him, and wished Him dead...

His words interrupted her train of thought..

"There's something I wanted to ask you... something I need to know. Are you really a witch? It is ok to tell me the truth. I will believe you, Avalon. I love you, I will believe whatever you tell me."

Avalon swallowed slowly, letting the tip of her tongue slip along her trembling lips..

"No Ned, I'm not. I am nothing more than a normal human being... being persecuted and punished for something I have not done, for being something I am not"

 

[poohlive]

"You're not a witch," He said, confident in her, his eyes looking up at her, the truth all over him. It was as if for that moment, he believed everything she said, and he would help her do what she wanted, even help her escape if she asked.

"I thought that is what you would say."

He rose from her, leaving her soft warm body. For a moment he towered over her, so different they were. Her soft gentle curves and his hardened muscular frame.

He slapped her, hard, yanking her head to the side. Blood flew onto the wall, catching there, slowly dripping down.

"After all this you still lie to me? You still claim your innocence."

He kicked at the bed she still sat on, his large blacksmith's hands turning into fists, balls of rage. He gripped them until the knuckles turned white.

"I shared with you. I loved you, I brought you here to help save you. And in the end, what do you do? Try to seduce me like some common whore just to lie to me. Stropwell told me this is what you would do. This is what all you fucking witches do. You feed me these half truths and tell me things I want to hear until I don't even know what the truth is anymore?"

He slapped her again, his whole body trembling. His fists grabbed for her, pulled her close, his hands squeezing her, holding her inches from him. His eyes wild and glazed over, as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"Is that it? Were you bewitching me from the start? Avalon... how could you? I loved you. I always loved you. I tried to take you to spare you from the others. At least with me here they could not hurt you. Why must you hurt me too, why am I to suffer? Please Avalon... tell me."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The slap struck hard, across her face, drawing blood from her bottom lip where her teeth bit down... her strangled cry echoes out, her head thrown back by the force of the strike.. her face stinging, burning, tears welling in her eyes and falling fast.. her breath caught as He towered over her, she cowering back on the bed...

"After all this you still lie to me? You still claim your innocence."

He viciously kicked the bed, His fists tightening. She stared up at Him, and went pale. The look in His eyes was murderous, crazed. Avalon was helpless and sure that Ned Bunce would beat her to death right there in the cell.

"Ned... I .. I am innocent... I would not lie to You..." she begged, trying to keep her voice calm, she curling her legs up on the bed to try and protect herself.

"I shared with you. I loved you, I brought you here to help save you. And in the end, what do you do? Try to seduce me like some common whore just to lie to me. Stropwell told me this is what you would do. This is what all you fucking witches do. You feed me these half truths and tell me things I want to hear until I don't even know what the truth is anymore?"

"No...." she whispered, crying... "No.. Ned... You.. You came to me.. and I... I accepted it, You make my body tingle, You make me want You" she tried to lie but it came out miserably. She was terrified and confused, shaking almost violently.

His large hand again struck, slapping her across the face, her head snapping aside. The force almost knocked her out, the sound, a sickening sound of hand to flesh, echoed into the chamber.

Panting, sobbing, Avalon desperately tried to curl into an even tighter ball to protect herself, but Ned grabbed at her, thick fingers digging into her arms and yanked her to Him.. He shook her like a rag doll, before snarling into her face...

"Is that it? Were you bewitching me from the start? Avalon... how could you? I loved you. I always loved you. I tried to take you to spare you from the others. At least with me here they could not hurt you. Why must you hurt me too, why am I to suffer? Please Avalon... tell me."

"Ned... pppplease...." she begged softly, trying to find the right words to calm the Man who had raped her, and now was going to beat her to death...

"I'm sorry..." her voice was broken, barely audible, her head hanging down before Him. Her naked body trembling.. "You said You loved me, please, Ned, don't hurt me.. please.... I love You"

The words made her sick, deep inside her belly, but she said them anyways, to save herself. She knew if she did not, He would more than likely kill her...

"I love You Ned.."

 

[poohlive]

He had to sigh, bite down on a breath he took, cutting it off, as if trying to catch the rage piling out from deep within him. He shook once more, letting go of her. Letting her fall to him, his arms turning from white knuckled pain to caressing pleasure.

It was sickening how easily that transformation happened. His hands, two deadly vipers, now soft as silken puppies on her side, helping her, squeezing her to him, comforting her in time of need

"I love you too, Avalon. It hurts I love you soo much. I feel for you, and I want you to get better. I want to love you in the village, where we can live together, and get married, and have our children one day."

He smiled down at her, kissing the small of her forehead.

"You have to be honest though. You can't lie anymore. Who are you protecting saying you are not a witch? Why must you go through all this pain and suffering? Just confess."

He knelt before her, his hands against her bruised curve thighs, his head gently resting against her sex. He looked up at her, pleading, tears welling in his eyes.

"Tell me the truth. Show me who you are Avalon. Let me love you for you, and we can go away from here, right now. Tonight. Just you and me, under cover of darkness. I just need to know. Please..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon felt Him release the pressure on her, as His hands, which were pressing thick fingers into her flesh, bruising her, became the touch of a gentle lover, He pulling her into His arms. Avalon was stil trembling, crying, even as His whole demeanor changed, His touch gentle, His voice softening, it was like someone shutting off the faucet of rage, of brutality..

"I love you too, Avalon. It hurts I love you soo much. I feel for you, and I want you to get better. I want to love you in the village, where we can live together, and get married, and have our children one day."


She lifted her bruised face to look at Him, her mind racing.. just the idea of haivng HIS children made her stomach turn... yet she knew she could not show that on her face.. or in her eyes...

His words, flowing like honey from His lips, warm and loving as He spoke, were chilling and venomous to her...

She was in deep over her head, and Ned, was not stable, not stable at all. She should have known that, yet He had been so gentle with her when He took her this last time.. so very loving, as if they were indeed lovers. As if He had not raped her viciously, as if He had not tore her virginity from her. Avalon's mind was reeling... but one thing she knew...

If she angered Him again, He would kill her...

He slid sooo slowly to His knees, as if it were He begging her, as if she were the one on control.. His large hands resting on the deeply bruised flesh of her thighs, He not seeing what He had done to her, He only seeing what He wanted to, marks of love, not rape, not abuse. His head coming to rest at her naked sex, her scent still strong, the skin still damp....

"Tell me the truth. Show me who you are Avalon. Let me love you for you, and we can go away from here, right now. Tonight. Just you and me, under cover of darkness. I just need to know. Please..."

Avalon was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks. If she told the truth... that she was NOT a witch, not at all, He would not believe her and would surely fly into another rage, a killing rage.... if she lied and said what He seemed to THINK was the truth... Avalon had heard what they did to who they believed to be witches.... torture, not that she had not already been tortured... and death... hanging or burning at the stake.

She looked down at Ned, she was trembling, crying, blood mixing with her tears as the drops passed her split lip, her left cheek already discoloring from Ned's brutal strike...

"Ned" she whispered, His name resting on her lips, she wanting to spit it out. "Please don't let them hurt me Ned... please" she again begged, this time, as her twisting mind tried to comprehend what was happening, the confusion, the pain, the fear, her words had a much more sincere ring to them, tinged with her despair, "please don't let them hurt me... You're the only one who can keep me safe.. Ned... I.... I...." she was sobbing now, her body twitching as she took in deep gasps of air... "I... don't want to die..... If doing what I have done in my life, and living as I have.... then.... yes Ned... I.... I am a witch .... Please... don't hurt me anymore....ppppplease..." she felt broken and as Ned released her legs and looked up as her, she collasped to the floor, crying, naked, and helpless, broken...

 

[poohlive]

"Don't worry Avalon, you won't die. I'll make sure no one kills you."

He brought her over to the bed, carrying her softly, setting her down like a wounded angel on soft down feathers. He stroked her hair back from her face, the strands running wild and free behind her.

She looked perfect.

"Stropwell told me that's how witches work. They charm you, try to trick you. I know you did this to me, Avalon. I know I was bewitched by you, but it's ok now. That doesn't matter. You accepted it, you confessed your sins to the world, and now... now you can be saved."

Ned's hand, which held her, so soft and delicate, left it on her stomache. He rose from her, his smile of warmth and acceptance running over her naked body.

"With your confession, you've shown you want to be brought back in the light once more. You want the power of God to help you. And Stropwell can do that. They all can do that here. No one will hurt you anymore, Avalon. They will help you. They are going to get this demon out of you, no matter what it takes."

He smiled at that, knowing she would be healthy again soon. She would be well. She would be his as soon as her rehabilitation here is complete.

"I will go tell him of the wonderful news."

 

[Britwitch]

Amber's head lifted slowly with a groan, her neck ached terribly from sleeping in a strange position. The cells seemed quieter now. She didn't know if that made it all much much better, or much much worse. It seemed much darker and colder, far more eerie now that it was almost silent down there. Almost silent. Amber thought she could hear the sounds of weeping coming from another cell nearby although it seemed the crying out of earlier had ceased.
Standing and stretching her back she wandered over to the heavy door, pushing herself up onto her toes to try and see through the small grate set high up in the door. She could see very little of the corridor outside. A couple of flickering torches, and the faint outlines of doors similiar to her own. But that was all. No guards. No one else at all.
Sighing heavily she moved back to sit on the bed, watching the door, waiting like an animal waiting to pounce, determined that whoever came through that door would suffer at least some pain at her hands before she was forced to surrender.
That was if anyone came at all, the worrying thought entered her head, what if she was just to be left here...left here alone in the damp darkness to simply wither away and die...
Shaking her head to rid herself of such thoughts, although not entirely sure that being left to wither and die wouldn't be better than having to endure whatever 'investigations' they had in mind for her here, Amber sat with her blue eyes, barely blinking, fixed on the door. Waiting.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Don't worry Avalon, you won't die. I'll make sure no one kills you."

"Stropwell told me that's how witches work. They charm you, try to trick you. I know you did this to me, Avalon. I know I was bewitched by you, but it's ok now. That doesn't matter. You accepted it, you confessed your sins to the world, and now... now you can be saved."

His words had a sinister, almost chilling edge to them, but not because He meant to hurt her Himself, at least not at the moment, but because He truely believed that whatever was to be done to her, by Stropwell or Himself, was being done to save her.

She got the deep, forboding feeling that before this was over, she would be wishing for death. And for what... She was not a witch, and had not bewitched Ned to rape her, any sane man would realize that.... but Ned was far from sane, as was Stropwell, and Avalon was just beginning to realize this.

"With your confession, you've shown you want to be brought back in the light once more. You want the power of God to help you. And Stropwell can do that. They all can do that here. No one will hurt you anymore, Avalon. They will help you. They are going to get this demon out of you, no matter what it takes."

She cowered back on the bed, curling up, shuddering, crying. Of course Ned would think these were tears of joy, over the fact that she would be cured, healed, saved... but quite the contrary.. she was even more terrified now than she had been...

"I will go tell him of the wonderful news."

The door of her cell clanged shut as He thumped out, whistling happily, as if she had just accepted His proposal of marriage, leaving her naked, shivering, bruised, with His seed leaking out of her, on the bed.

Was there a way out for her? Would there be? She closed her yes and sobbed uncontrollably, as the images of Ned raping her, over and over again, came unbidden into her mind....

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Sasha's sleep was plagued by dreams in which Wilton and Stropwell held her to the chair and in many lewd ways, allowed the other demons growing inside them to force their cold oversized fallaces into her delicate openings. She was plundered several hundred times in her ass as well as her cunt screaming with each forceful thrust.

She awoke screaming on her pallate and was not satiated to see no lights outside the door to her cell. She needed to go to the bathroom but was afraid, in the dark, someone would come in on her and help themselves to her ragged body.

She relived the vile torment she suffered at the hands of that sadist accuser. He had marched her into his room while a depleated young Avalon lay tied to a wheel. She was neither shocked nor embarassed by the site.

She was soon made to strip and splay her legs in various different positions as he poked and prodded her nipples and breasts, building in momentum to her belly button and finally to her cunt.

He had taken a speculum and inserted it into her pussy, and from that point, various other objects were used to test, push and poke into her until her body could take no more. When the speculum was removed and inserted into her anus, she came. It was the hardest orgasm she had ever had and the juices came forth as breaking a dam.

He must have been pleased for he set Wilton upon her and the tests were over. Tears slid down her dirty cheeks. She was in need of a bath. Yet she lay there, under the darkness of night, praying.

To the Goddess for the torment to stop, to the moon to light upon those who are fools and fakes, to the earth to swallow up her accusers, and to the horned God himself for the pleasure she wanted to seek within the unnatural tortures they would impeed upon her body. Because so help her God, she liked it.

 

[poohlive]

His lips held their scarlet secret, the confession of his one true love. They tightened against droplets of her juices he had yet to wipe off. Either he chose not to, keeping them there to remind him of his own sacrifice, or he left a part of her to linger on him as long as he could.

But, he did not get to reach Stropwell with his message, his invitation for Avalon's rehability to begin. Instead, he stood fixed against one of the cell doors, watching as a woman stood, poised, ready to attack whatever came inside.

Amber. He knew of her, fondly. She was a friend in the village. He never thought ill of her, never wanted her hurt or in pain. He thought of her as fondly as Avalon... although, never the same way. Avalon played hard to get, floating around like a wood nymph, teasing and then running away.

Amber, she was always nice and kind... and here.

What had she done?

He opened the door, carefully, cautiously, his large frame nearly blocking out the light from the outer corridor as he made his way through.

"Amber, not you too. What happened? There must be some mistake. They were to capture true witches, people who wanted ill for the land and its people. Avalon just confessed to her own lies and witchery. Sasha is in another room right now, but not you...

"Not sweet little Amber?"

He looked at her, moving a step closer to her, trying not to make any sudden moves. Despite his size he was limber, smooth, and very fast.

"Do you mean to strike me, Amber? You mean to hurt your old friend Ned the blacksmith, just to find your own freedom?"

 

[Britwitch]

Amber felt her body jolt with terror as the door began to creak open.
This was it.
This could be her chance to escape.
Steeling herself she took a deep breath and stiffened her body, readying to fly towards the person entering her cell.
But then she froze.

The large figure that entered almost filled the doorway completely, made a part of her shrink back instinctively.
"G-get back...I warn you...!" She said in a voice that sounded much braver than she felt. "You come any closer and I shall not be held responsible for the consquences...!" Given the rather definite descrepancy in size between them, it was a relatively hollow threat...but Amber had vowed not to give in without a struggle. No matter how futile it might be.

"Amber, not you too. What happened? There must be some mistake. They were to capture true witches, people who wanted ill for the land and its people. Avalon just confessed to her own lies and witchery. Sasha is in another room right now, but not you..."

"...Ned...?" Amber felt part of her body almost collapse with relief at seeing a face she knew well. The rest of her recoiled in horror that he was somehow connected with these horrendous trials.

"Not sweet little Amber?"

Amber jerked back as he moved closer, raising her hands slightly higher as if to emphasise her intentions.
"Ned...? Ned move out of my way and let me out of here...please..." She said as softly as she dared without risking letting the trembling into her voice that was threatening to engulf her entire body.

"Do you mean to strike me, Amber? You mean to hurt your old friend Ned the blacksmith, just to find your own freedom?"

Amber's expression grew slightly sad, almost bitter.
"I believe I would strike God himself right now if it would get me out of here...but I don't think that it would..." Amber lowered her hands after a moment or two's hesitation. She couldn't hit Ned...even if she chose to in anger, he could quite easily snap her smaller frame into two...besides which...he was a friend... "What...what are you doing here...?" She asked tentatively unsure if she wanted to know the answer, noticing the flush to his cheeks and the sheen of exertion on his skin. "They captured me in the woods," Amber explained, determined not to lie to her friend, but not to give herself away either. "I had been suffering with a headache all day and had gone to collect mint to make some tea..." She wanted to carry on but didn't want to sugar the truth any further. Too many lies will unravel themselves...and Ned could be her way out of here...

 

[poohlive]

"Oh Amber," He took her hand in his, her soft and gentle hand. It seemed so small compared to his. He caressed the hand carefully, sitting her down on the bed, and him next to her.

"You couldn't just escape, Amber. If I let you run out there, they would catch you in a heartbeat. Guards are posted everywhere. They'll whip you, and rape you for escaping, and claimed you used witchery. No, you can't do that."

She did go out to get leaves for different teas. He remembered, thinking nothing of it. He loved her teas, they were delicious.

"I am sorry this happened. There is a mistake, Amber. A simple mistake. Don't worry though, Stropwell has a test. He tests the girls, to see if they are really a witch or not. It is a simple test. Once you have it done, and they find out you are free, you may go."

His eyes lit up, looking at her.

"Once Stropwell is done torturing and tormenting you, then you are free to go."

 

[stubborn wench]

Abigail slept deeply, perhaps realizing on some level that it was her only escape from this place. She did not stir at the scuff of shoes on the flagstones, nor the jangle of keys outside her door - but at the distinctive scrape of a key in the lock, she started and bolted upright. Without thinking, she took two eager steps towards the door - then halted, and, eyeing the door warily as it began to open, retreated to the farthest corner of her cell.

The door creaked as it opened wide to reveal the Reverend Smythe, and she nearly collapsed in relief as he stepped inside, turning the key in the lock behind him. She came forward again with a watery smile. "Oh Reverend..."

His expression was impassive as he stepped forward and set a bundle down on the floor beside him. "I come to bring blankets to the unfortunate accused, and to pray with those who would seek God's comfort."

"Reverend, please....please help me," she whispered, lifting pleading eyes to his face, "You know me - I am no witch. I'm a good, Christian girl -"

His face changed, and he looked at her deliberately, an ironic smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Are you?" He reached forward and plucked at the cross at her throat. "Do you think this cheap trinket gives you leave to claim so? In truth, I've not seen you at mass once in these six months."

She dropped her gaze, flustered, as he still fingered the little cross, and stared at the floor as she tried again. "That makes me not a witch, sir. You must know that I have not done what they are saying. My master - took...liberties with me, daily. It was never my wish that he should do so."

The Reverend turned away abruptly, so that she could not see his face, and when he spoke again, his voice was tightly controlled. "And yet you stayed. In that house with him."

"Times are very hard, Reverend."

He swung around, his eyes gleaming strangely. "Aye - times are very hard, Abigail. Do you know what they do to witches? Unimaginable tortures - you'll wish you were dead in the ground, long before they have finished with you."

She ventured to look at him - still, there shone an odd light in his eyes. "Then help me. Please."

He stepped forward, closing the gap between them. "You refused my counsel, once before, when I wanted only to comfort you in your time of need. Do you remember?"

Her face flushed and she dropped her gaze again as she nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"In these dire circumstances, child," his hands worked swiftly to open his trousers, "I think you will not refuse me again?"

Stunned, she could only stare dully as he loosed his flaccid organ and pushed her to her knees before him.

"Let us pray, girl."

 

[Britwitch]

Amber didn't attempt to stop him as Ned took her hand and guided her to the bed, sitting beside her. His hand engulfing hers.

"Oh Amber...You couldn't just escape, Amber. If I let you run out there, they would catch you in a heartbeat. Guards are posted everywhere. They'll whip you, and rape you for escaping, and claimed you used witchery. No, you can't do that."

She shuddered at the mention of rape, knowing that the trials would involve the likes of rape and worse...if the stories whispered in the shadows were anything to go by.

"I am sorry this happened. There is a mistake, Amber. A simple mistake. Don't worry though, Stropwell has a test. He tests the girls, to see if they are really a witch or not. It is a simple test. Once you have it done, and they find out you are free, you may go."

"A test...?!" Amber all but yelled. "Ned, no test can tell a witch from an ordinary woman...not the tests they'll try out on me here...they will have made up their minds before they even look at me..." She insisted, hoping to somehow get through to her friend. Putting her other hand on top of his earnestly. "Please Ned, you have to get me out of here...for I fear I shall not leave alive if you do not..."

It was as if Ned wasn't even listening, his eyes glazing over with something like awe for Stropwell and his methods.

"Once Stropwell is done torturing and tormenting you, then you are free to go."

"But Ned...you've just said it yourself...he's going to torture me...not test me...I won't be free to do anything once he's touched me...I'm here because I was walking the woods, and that is all...nothing more...I swear to you Ned I have done nothing to deserve being here...or to deserve being subjected to the tests of Stropwell and his cronies..." Another shudder trembled her body. "Ned...please...you don't know what he'll do to me..."
Amber's eyes were wide, clearly terrified as she clung to Ned's hands.

 

[poohlive]

"He will torture you, and hurt you, and rape you. Oh Amber. You poor thing. I know you did nothing wrong, I know you are innocent."

Not like Avalon, not like that filthy witch, who had dispelled him, and told him the truth. Ned knew, he could understand things now. He was smart, he could figure things out for himself.

Maybe he could figure this problem with Amber out too. He eyed the open door, going to close it, and looking back at Amber.

"What if we prove to them you are no witch? We can do that, right here and now. I've seen the test done. It will not be torture or rape, nothing of that sort. I know what Stropwell does to the girls, I can do it to you, I can be kind, and gentle. And once you pass, I will go to Stropwell and share with him my findings, and then you can leave in peace, and never see this place again."

He smiled at her, putting his hand over hers, again dwarfing it, his stood before her, tall, proud, towering her, but not doing so with purpose, it was just his large clumsy way.

"I want to help you Amber."

 

[Britwitch]

"He will torture you, and hurt you, and rape you. Oh Amber. You poor thing. I know you did nothing wrong, I know you are innocent."

Amber could feel the beginnings of hope enter her mind, if Ned realised how wrong the things were that Stropwell was doing then perhaps...he would let her go...
Frowning slightly, Amber watched as he let go of her hands, stood and moved to the open door, and closing it.
That hopeful feeling began to turn into something else as Ned looked back at her over his shoulder, before moving towards her once more.

"What if we prove to them you are no witch? We can do that, right here and now. I've seen the test done. It will not be torture or rape, nothing of that sort. I know what Stropwell does to the girls, I can do it to you, I can be kind, and gentle. And once you pass, I will go to Stropwell and share with him my findings, and then you can leave in peace, and never see this place again."

He didn't sit, he stood now. His hands taking hold of hers once more. Amber looked up to meet his gaze, he was so very big and so very strong...sudddenly she felt nervous at how close her friend was standing. His words doing nothing to ease the steadily building sensation of panic within her.

"But...but Ned...you, you don't need to do anything to me...you know I'm innocent, surely your word will be enough to convince Stropwell..." Amber pulled a little, ever so slightly, trying to free her hands from his but he held them tight. She shuffled back a little, until her back hit the wall behind her, Ned stood, towering above her, between her slightly parted legs. "I...I really don't think you need to do anything..." Her body tensing as her mind went mad, trying to imagine what on earth this test would involve. "What....what are you going to do...?" Amber murmured softly when she realised his intentions were at least friendly and he did seem to want to help her. It was just the manner in which he intended to do it that scared her so.

"I want to help you Amber."

"Then, please, I beg you....just let me go...." Amber pleaded once more, her blue eyes piercing his in the darkness of the cell, her pale skin flushed with nerves and her large chest rising and falling sharply within the tight, restricting confines of her dress.

 

[poohlive]

Ned grabbed both of her hands, holding them tightly, pulling them above her head. He moved away from the bed now, pressing her against the wall. She was pinned, her back touching hard rock, while his body, all muscles rubbed against her front. Sweat still covered him, the smell of sex and cum now more than apparent on his body.

"You can't say that Amber. If they heard you talk like this, they would think you are a witch already. Only a witch would not want to go through with the test... a decent woman wouldn't mind being tested to prove she is pure and christian."

One of his meaty hands held both of her wrists to the wall, pinning her, keeping her helpess, at bay in front of him. God, he had cum twice, and already his cock was hard again, pressing against her thigh.

"It's ok Amber... I'm here now."

His other hand, free now, slid down her cheek, down her slender neck, down to the swell of her breast. He felt it in his hand, massaging it through the cloth, feeling for the nipple. It stood out, almost calling to him, beckoning his touch.

Between his fingers, he pinched it, giving her nipple what it needed, what it wanted.

 

[Britwitch]

"You can't say that Amber. If they heard you talk like this, they would think you are a witch already. Only a witch would not want to go through with the test... a decent woman wouldn't mind being tested to prove she is pure and christian."

Ambers heart began to race as he lifted her hands above her head, pinning them to the wall.

"Ned...Ned what are you doing...?" She pulled uselessly as his hand held her wrists firmly in place like a vice. They has well have been secured there by chains for all the use her struggling did. She took a deep shaky breath and then caught the distince smell of sex upon him. Oh god...how many had he...who had he... Her mind reeled once more at just what her 'friends' place was in all this. "Ned please...you...you don't have to do this to me..." Amber's voice was cut off as he leant a little closer and she felt something pressing into her thigh through her dress. Her already pale skin seeming to pale even more as she looked nervously into his eyes.

"It's ok Amber... I'm here now."

Amber could do nothing but watch as his hand moved out to slide down her face, his hand gently cupping her cheek and jaw, lifting it slightly, almost as if examining it. Then down the side of her neck, causing her to shiver from the strange tingling sensation he created there as his large hand skimmed across her flesh. Then further down went his hand, Amber whimpered as his hand paused upon the swell of her ample breast, glancing down to see his large hand begin to massage her bosom through the dress.
"Ned...Ned...don't...please..." Amber's voice was breathy and nervous and sharply turned into a yelp as he found her hardening nipple and pinched it. The sensation dulled slightly by the thick cloth of her dress, her bodice and her shift but it nonetheless caused her to yelp and arch her back in response.
Her eyes returned to his but what she saw there scared her more than having his hand exploring her chest as it was doing.
She no longer saw the kind, helpful eyes of a friend...something else shone within his eyes...surely he wasn't enjoying what he was doing...was he?
She had of course seen that her figure attracted the eyes of men now and then but nothing ever came of it, eyes would rove over her and then move on.
But now that same look, the eyes roving over her, her body pinned against the wall in a cell...all of it happening with someone she considered a friend...

 

[poohlive]

"If I don't do it, they will Amber," He spoke closer to her now, his cheek almost caressing hers. The smell of her, the smell of fear. Fear and flowers, and that good sweat pouring from her. He inhaled her scent, hoping to keep it forever within him.

"I don't want their hands on you. I don't want them to touch you, Amber. You are mine..."

He almost growled that thought, that notion, that perfectly reasonable requet. Why could he not have her as his own? She deserved someone nice and kind, like himself. She deserved to be loved, and not manhandled by this monsters.

"I can love you, Amber," His tongue came out, licking at her neck, tasting the few beads of sweat pouring from her. His hand had found its way lower on her body, pressing against the meaty part of her thigh.

With a hardened grunt, he stuck his knee between her legs, making her part them, making her open up to him. Just like a flower, like a small delicate flower, opening up to the morning sun. Yes. Avalon had opened up for him like that as well.

HIs fingers traced up her thigh, traced against the soft supple skin, pressing up further and further. His breathing had nearly stopped, his whole body twitching, cunning, everything harboring on his two fingers, easing their way up her thigh, feeling the heat between her legs.

He needed to know if she was wet, if this excited her. He needed to know if she truly was a witch.

"Shhh, My pet," He heard her now, crying, gasping, trying to stop him, beg him. He would hear none of it. All he heard was her heartbeat deep in her chest, and the sounds of her struggles. They turned him on so.

His cock wanted more... needed more.