Witch Hunt

[Rockingham]

He paused in his fight, her fight really. All he did was hold her there, one hand gripping her like death itself, while the other went to his lip. A single dark tear of blood fell down. He licked at it, tasting his own foul taint. It was bitter, but he loved it anyway.

"You know what's going to happen, don't you?"

He paused, looking back at her. Such fierce fire, now she had it. Now when cornered she could fight.

"He'll find out, you know? They always do, sooner or later he'll find out you are just playing with him. When he does, you had better run as fast as you can, because he will not let you live through it. That's who he is."

The whispering returned to her ear, so close to her, able to smell everything inside of her. She dripped with anger, fear and anger that brought such a chill down his spine.

"You know who I am, don't you? What I am capable of. You are smart, little girl, ever so much smarter than most. I suppose I could give you a choice, let you bargain with me. Others have bargained before. It is not soo bad."

He looked down at the sleeping peaceful Ned.

"What do you put up for trade though, little girl? You have little to give me to make me stop. I could take you right now if I wish... I could even have Ned hold you down while I fill you with the foul taint running through my body. If you want to negotiate with me, if you want to stop my rape, you need to have something I want."

He pulled away from her, letting her fall to the floor.

"Dear little girl, frightened of the world, is there anything you have to bargain with, or do I just continue with my work?"

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Her body seemed to respond violently to Avalon as she suckled her. Sasha held sway long enough to moan loudly then all things became a blur. She felt the damp cloth over her body and the warm hands on Avalon as they continued their loving cleansing of her broken and battered body.

Was this the way the Goddess would help her? By turning her to Avalon? She moaned again as the heat from Avalon's mouth sent chills up her spine as she dipped her head down again to the other neglected nipple. Sasha felt her back arch with pleasure as the hands continued their own voyage.

Down, down, down, they made their way with the cold cloth until they were resting just above her mound. The cloth, lay over her bruised pussy. The coldness dripped just between the swollen lips sending shivers of agony and pleasure up her body as she cried out in bliss.

She was aware of the words Avalon was speaking to her.

To prepare her to be saved. Sasha's response, "Yes, Avalon, save me".

 

[Britwitch]

Amber groaned quietly as he shoved her back against the wall, with no apparent effort, holding her in place with one unfeeling hand.

"You know what's going to happen, don't you?"

"Nothing that happens is set in stone..." Came her angry response. Determined now to show him, if nothing else, she was not the 'little girl' everyone seemed to think she was.

"He'll find out, you know? They always do, sooner or later he'll find out you are just playing with him. When he does, you had better run as fast as you can, because he will not let you live through it. That's who he is."

Amber swallowed nervously, a tremble running through her body. It was true, she hadn't expected to fool Ned forever, just long enough to get her out of this place and back to the real world. Then she'd go out one day to pick leaves for tea...and not come home...it wasn't cruel...it would have been the best way, for the both of them...he couldn't really love her, not like he thought he did...and she certainly didn't love him...

"You know who I am, don't you? What I am capable of. You are smart, little girl, ever so much smarter than most. I suppose I could give you a choice, let you bargain with me. Others have bargained before. It is not soo bad."

"A bargain...?" She repeated cautiously. Such deals with the devil never worked out well, she knew that.

"What do you put up for trade though, little girl? You have little to give me to make me stop. I could take you right now if I wish... I could even have Ned hold you down while I fill you with the foul taint running through my body. If you want to negotiate with me, if you want to stop my rape, you need to have something I want."

Amber closed her eyes, shuddering as an unwanted image flooded her brain. Ned's large, hot hands holding her down, his member thrust deep into her throat while he...this stranger...forced himself inside her sex...over and over again...so cold...so painful...
She slipped to the floor in a heap as he stepped back. Looking up through her tousled black waves, the bright blood on her forehead seeming to highlight how pale her skin was.

"Dear little girl, frightened of the world, is there anything you have to bargain with, or do I just continue with my work?"

Amber hesitated before answering, knowing that the wrong word would find her shoved back against the wall and his freezing shaft plunging into her agonisingly.
"To offer what you want...I...I need to know what you want..." She met his eyes tentatively but unwaveringly. Holding his dark, penetrating gaze for as long as she dared. "What is it that you would want in return for not taking me...?"

 

[Rockingham]

"I've already told you, haven't I? Goodness, I feel so silly. I swear, I would lose my head sometimes if it wasn't attached. Silly little girl, I only want to hear you scream."

He bent down amidst her trinkets, those useful pieces of her past, broken and shattered on the floor. They lay within a mixture of sex, water, and blood. It seemed to suit her, a picture of Amber as she was now.

"What do you have, though... mmm, well there is your ass. I said I wanted that. What else?"

He drew near to her once more, his fingers coming out to touch. He could see her flinch, and shook his head.

"I only want to see what you have that I want. Sit still silly girl, or I will make you."

A delightful warning flashed in his eyes at that threat, before he continued his search. His fingers started at her mind, searching, seeking, wanting. Still soo pure in there, so much untouched. She had given in too easily and much of her had remained so. It was sick to even feel with his fingers.

Down her cheek, past her tears, one coming up to her mouth. He brushed against her lips. His fingers were no longer cold, no longer unloving. They were kind, warm, gentle even.

No, not there.

Lower still, against her shoulders, her arms, one finger swirled over her nipple, circling it over and over until he was satisfied with his answer, whatever that may be.

And then, her belly. He stopped, drawing his hand away like he had touched fire.

"Oh..." His eyes lit up, touching her stomache once more.

"Yes... that is what I want, little girl. You can offer me that, and I will leave here now, with never a second thought to you, or your used body."

In his mind, he saw it forming, swirling, coming together. His eyes pooled with delight, laughter almost. Although he didn't laugh, he didn't want her to go mad. She deserved more torture before she grew mad.

He leaned in, silent, deadly, his whole hand now pressing against her belly,lightly gracing it with his warm touch.

"It will be a boy, little girl. And it will have your eyes..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon and Sasha

"Yes, Avalon, save me"

Her lips curl into a smile at that, those were the words she wanted, needed to hear. Words of acceptance. Already the darkness that spawned in His blood was moving thru her,curling around her heart, her soul, tainting her. Avalon had wanted to help, save, the others. That, at the time constituted getting them out of their cells, escaping. Any thoughts of that were gone now. Avalon knew that the closed cell door was indeed unlocked, but as far as she was concerned, it was locked tight... He had commanded that Sasha be prepared.... His command was her law now...


Ever so gently her lips, her suckling, hungry mouth, moved from one nipple to the other. Tasting, licking, kissing. Not once did her teeth touch, not once did she bring pain. He had told her to prepare her, to show her what she herself had been denied when Ned cruelly raped her. Gentle, loving, soothing, pleasure, passion, heat. That was what Avalon would show her friend.

Avalon lay the cooling cloth over Sasha's abused sex, she let the slightly chilled droplets of water trail over the soft folds, touching the skin, dampening. When Sasha cried out, a soft mewling sound, Avalon knew she was accepting, opening up to her...

"that's right" she whispered.. "relax.... open up... let me help you... prepare you.... Sashaaaaa" Avalon herself moaned over a nipple, the warmth of her breath, the tingling vibration, playing over the swollen peak.

Avalon dipped the cloth in water again, carefully, gently, washing Sasha's sex as she kissed and tongued her nipples. The cloth slipped away, leaving Avalon's fingers, slender and gentle, stroking along those silken folds. She could feel the heat, warming slowly along Sasha's slit.. Avalon let the tip of one finger glide within, the folds wrapping around as she pushed that finger into her body...

"does that feel good ... Sasha... " she whispered, lifting her head to look at her friend, her voice low, tempting, hypnotic.. Her finger melting within her sex, she feeling the soaking wetness, slick, and heated, guiding her deeper.

"Does that feel good?" she again question, so very easily sliding that slender length in and out now, her lips beginning a slow trail down over her belly....

 

[Britwitch]

"I've already told you, haven't I? Goodness, I feel so silly. I swear, I would lose my head sometimes if it wasn't attached. Silly little girl, I only want to hear you scream."

Amber shuddered as he moved away to look at her belongings, scattered across the stone floor. Letting her eyes flicker across to Ned, snoring slightly in his dreams, wondering when, and if, he woke...what his reaction to this stranger would be...was he one of Stropwell's investigators? He seemed far more powerful and dangerous than that.

"What do you have, though... mmm, well there is your ass. I said I wanted that. What else?"

Amber shivered as he squatted before her, wincing as his voice rang out,

"I only want to see what you have that I want. Sit still silly girl, or I will make you."

She sat on the cold stone as still as she could manage, somehow fighting the trembling that wanted to take over her entire body. Feeling his fingers upon her temples, almost feeling him reaching into her mind, before recoiling. Clearly not finding what he sought there. Then down, around the side of her face to her lips, his fingers growing warmer and softer as they travelled across her skin. Almost willing her to relax...to submit...but Amber continued to resist.
Gasping and whimpering softly as his finger drifted down to circle her nipple, around and around until he slid his finger lower, over her belly before snatching it away. Almost hissing as if he had been burnt. Frowning Amber glanced down at her smooth flesh and then back at him.

"Oh...Yes... that is what I want, little girl. You can offer me that, and I will leave here now, with never a second thought to you, or your used body."

His hand returned to her stomach, pressing firmly but gently against it. Leaning closer and closer all the time.

"I...I don't understand..." Amber replied honestly. "I don't know what you want me to do..."

"It will be a boy, little girl. And it will have your eyes..."

A baby.
So, she must be with child already.
Ned's child, Ned's son.
Part of her, the female instinctive part of her jolted with excitement at the thought of being pregnant, the realistic side recoiled knowing that she was now definitely doomed to a life with Ned...
And another part trembled...terrified of what this stranger meant...
"How...how can I offer you a child...a child that is not yet born...? How can I offer you something that will take months to arrive...and yet you say if I offer it you will leave now..." Amber's eyes widened as his face stopped within inches of her own. "What w-would you want with my baby...?"

 

[Rockingham]

"So many questions from a woman so desperate to get rid of me. It is ok, dear child. I will not harm him, if that is what you mean."

The baby, the child, a sweet forming of pain and torture. Innocence from such sin. It was the perfect child, the only child for him.

"All you must do, little girl, is promise me. A promise to me is made in stone, do you understand? Simply say you will hand the child to me after it is born, and everything is done."

How simple it would be. And advantageous as well, giving up her child, her mistake from this blunt man. It had no downside, did it?

Not unless she thought about what might happen to him, if she understood she was replacing her tainted life against him with some sweet innocent life. That is how he dealt with weak little girls though, and that is all she could offer him.

"That is all I want, little girl, it is all you have to offer. Do you think I would rather trade for your trinkets? A poem about the moon, some herbal tea for remedies? Come now, sweet silly little girl, my patience is thinning, and my cock is hard."

 

[Britwitch]

"So many questions from a woman so desperate to get rid of me. It is ok, dear child. I will not harm him, if that is what you mean...All you must do, little girl, is promise me. A promise to me is made in stone, do you understand? Simply say you will hand the child to me after it is born, and everything is done."

Amber hesitated, this was wrong and she knew it.
Saving her own skin by using the innocent life of another, the innocent life of her own child...
But it was a child that was not wanted, a child born out of rape...a child that would remind her of these horrid hours in this dark cell everytime she looked at it, no matter how much her life might be different with Ned back in the village.
Ned...how would she explain it to Ned...true enough babies died in childbirth and she could use that excuse...assuming this stranger arrived within moments of it's birth....but what if...
Amber closed her eyes in disgust, at the stranger and at herself. How could this stranger have gotten her to even contemplate such a thing...?

"That is all I want, little girl, it is all you have to offer. Do you think I would rather trade for your trinkets? A poem about the moon, some herbal tea for remedies? Come now, sweet silly little girl, my patience is thinning, and my cock is hard."

Amber opened her eyes and looked back into his face. Knowing she could offer nothing but herself, to turn over her child would make her more of a monster than the man before her.
"I...I can't...the child who will grow inside me has nothing to do with this...I...you can't have him..." Her voice held and didn't tremble, she was proud of herself in a strange way for a moment or two. "Y-you....you can have me t-to....to do with as you wish..."
She shivered as the words left her lips, her eyes glancing furtively back to Ned...wondering when he would awake and what part in all of this he would play...

 

[Rockingham]

His eyes closed to slits, nothing more than tiny marks on his face. They could barely be seen, as he walkd toward her, towering over her once more. In one swift motion he grabbed her hair, yanking her up. His strength was amazing, phenominal, one hand brought her to her feet.

"No... I want the child now. I will trade you plenty for it, young lady. You know who I am, what I can offer."

His hand, light and warm, pressed against her temple. In it, visions flashed through her. A warm relief covered her pussy, as it closed up, as the torments of the rape disappeared. She was whole again, she was a virgin. Untouched by Stropwell, his men, and Ned.

Ned blanked from her mind, instead... she was on a meadow. A beautiful meadow, with a tall handsome stranger. She wore a wedding dress, and he, a beautiful suit and top hat.

They were surrounded by neighbors, friends. Outside, on a meadow surrounded by wild flowers and passing butterflies, they exchanged vows.

People clapped, cheered, threw rice at their feet.

He stopped the memory here, everything freezing in place, rice hung mosaicly in the air.

"This could all be yours, little girl. The fantasy fulfilled. You are a virgin on your wedding day, married to a man who worships the ground you walk on."

Walking behind her, he whispered from one ear to the other, letting her see it, letting it sink in.

"There is more," As he passed his hands over her eyes, there came a log cabin, simple, sweet. Upstairs children were laughing, playing. She cooked a dinner over a fire, while two of her daughters were sowing a quilt together.

"Twins," He smiled, one arm around each, he nodded up the stairs, "And two boys as well. A growing family for you, all of them loved, all cherished by you. With your husband at a wonderful job, he loves you, takes care of you, makes passionate love to you each night, crying out your name as he orgasms."

He walked towards her, taking her hands in his.

"Now tell me..."

She was flat on the floor, the mixture of blood and semen swirled around her trinkets. His fist was iron hard, holding onto her hair, pushing her face in it the way he would a dog who had shit on the floor.

"Isn't that worth the life of one unborn child, only conceived from a stupid whore of a woman, and her rapist? Give him to me, sign over his life, and I will make yours that of a princess, of a goddess. All of this will go away..."

 

[flithymind]

Abi looked at him, tiredness, exhaustion in her eyes but still that flicker of something... defiance? Fear?

She curled herself into the corner of the room, drawing her feet into her body. She looked so tiny, so helpless. Smythe's mind raced to what had taken place in this very room only moments earlier. Could this same, helpless girl be the one that had tormented him, lead him, a man of God into temptation? It must be so.

'The Devil has many guises' - he told himself.

"Reverend....please, I beg you -" she whispered.

Smythe felt the words stiffen his spine - he must not be so foolish and weak as to be tempted again. She was a siren this woman, a harpee...

"Abi..." he said, soothingly. "Abi, don't be frightened. I want to help you. Can I help you Abi? Is it not too late? Have you truly turned your back on God?" switching his Bible to his right hand nearer her, he knelt on one knee, near her... and she visibly flinched. 'Was the Bible like fire to her? Did she recoil from Its power, Its righteousness?' - he thought. 'Truly she is lost then...' he wondered.

"Abi... will you pray with me?" he asked.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber yelped and twisted as he dragged her to her feet once more, his hand wrapped within her raven hair.

"No... I want the child now. I will trade you plenty for it, young lady. You know who I am, what I can offer."

"N-now...? But how...?" Before Amber could finish asking his hand pressed against her head and a vision as clear as day filled her mind.
It was her wedding day, a wedding to a man other than Ned and she...she was a virgin once more...

"This could all be yours, little girl. The fantasy fulfilled. You are a virgin on your wedding day, married to a man who worships the ground you walk on...There is more..."

Amber wanted to ask how this was possible but she was afraid to shatter the dreamlike images before her. Gasping as he revealed the inside of a home, a home full of love...and children...

"Twins...And two boys as well. A growing family for you, all of them loved, all cherished by you. With your husband at a wonderful job, he loves you, takes care of you, makes passionate love to you each night, crying out your name as he orgasms."

Amber felt her cheeks blush at the thought but her heart race at the possibility. She felt her attention drawn back to the stranger as he took her hands in his and moved her across the cell.

"Now tell me...Isn't that worth the life of one unborn child, only conceived from a stupid whore of a woman, and her rapist? Give him to me, sign over his life, and I will make yours that of a princess, of a goddess. All of this will go away..."

Amber wriggled to try and pull away as he all but threw her onto the floor and rubbed her nose against the stones, now covered in a film of blood and seed, but he held her firmly in place. His words echoing tauntingly in her mind...in her soul...
He could make it all go away...all of this nightmare and it's possible outcomes and all she had to do was give him something she didn't want...and something she couldn't really envisage. After all, she wasn't giving away a child she had carried to term and given birth to herself...it was...well, it was something unimaginable for him to take the 'baby' now...almost as if it wasn't really real...

She lifted her eyes from the floor to meet his dark, probing gaze. Feeling her cheeks pale and her voice tremble as she whispered. "Y-yes...I'll do it..." For some reason she felt tears spring to her eyes, but she was unsure were they tears of joy for the future he promised her, or tears of fear for how such a future was to be obtained...of how he was going to take the child. "I'll...I'll give you my child..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon felt something, in the darkness that surrouned her. She paused , her finger within the trembling body, the tightly grasping pussy of Sasha...

Another, He was tempting another, but Avalon did not know who. But she did feel her soul shudder, as this prey, gave up a peice of herself perhaps even more precious than what she herself had.

Avalon could feel His pleasure at the sacrifice. She hoped that once Sasha was offered, He would be just as pleased as He was now.. To displease Him would mean a fate worse than death, worse than the torture at the hands of the ones who thought she a witch, that much Avalon knew...

 

[poohlive]

Ned's steady breathing had been labored, but good. In his mind, he saw visions. Marriage, in a meadow, surrounded by flowers. He loved flowers. The wafting smell they produce, tickling his nose to no end. To be caressed by an entire field of wild flowers on his marriage day.

And his life, every afterwards. A whole life with his sweet Amber... or was it Avalon? He didn't know, he was unsure. When he looked at his wife's face, it was blurred from him. Her features clear and crisp, her bosom heavy, her figure pristine, but her face...

Was it Avalon, or Amber? His own love?

They would be married and they would have kids and they would live in luxury and he would provide for them and their growing family. They looked just like her, a spitting image of their mother. Not him, with his undecent looks. He thanked the stars every day they had not been graced with his ugly mug. Instead, they looked like the children of angels.

But, Avalon or Amber, he could not decide. Their faces swelled and shrunk, like bloated panels of wood that have been in the rain for too many years. They way these once straight, bright young pine had now twisted and warped.

His eyes fluttered awake, seeing movement. All of it fuzzy and blurry to him. He had not woken up yet, his eyes unsure of the images before them. A man in black, a dark man of all blackness, a sinister creature who tore at his very soul.

This man was on top of Amber... (or was it Avalon?) holding her down, throwing her face into the cobbled floor. He spoke bittersweet words, half comforted promises that he could not keep.

And her, so sweet and innocent under him, she accepted. He heard those words, soft and sweet, angelic.

"I'll... I'll give you my child."

"NO!"

As if that very thought had wakened Ned, he rose from the bed. His feet barely on the floor before he threw this man across the room, landing on the far wall. Ned's own hands were clasped in fists now, fists that supplied the rage running through his entire body. He would not, he could not allow this to happen.

"Our child," He stared down at her, kneeling inside her own blood, his cum sticking to the bruises on her knees. She looked so beautiful, a vision unlike any dream he had ever conceived.

And still, he did not know. He knew not who she was, Amber, or Avalon. One of them knelt before him, the other in another cell, still waiting for him, sleeping peacefully from his last encounter.

He tried to kneel down, help her up, but could not move. He had been stuck in place, frozen in himself. With a cry, he found he too had been flung to the closed door.

And now, Amber (or Avalon) knelt between the two men. One dark, clad in his own shadows, eyes pooled and searching, the other shaking, begging and pleading.

"Not our child, please... I will give you anything. We are to be married, our life, our happy life."

Ned could not move from the door, but he pleaded with her nontheless. He loved her so, whoever she was. It did not matter, he loved them both equally, he wanted both inside his life. His heart yearned for the sweet taste of Avalon, and the simple pleasure of Amber.

 

[Rockingham]

A smile, sinister and cruel, reached his lips, pushed past his barriers as he leaned against the far wall. This could not have gone better if he planned it himself. He stared down at the victim, poor and useless, the little girl caught between her rock, and a hard place.

She could squirm and kick, but little else. Her choice would have to come now.

"Crawl to me," He said, his voice dark, just above a whisper. It stung the ears, a senseless chill running up the spine, delivering its foul message. Yes, oh how perfect, to make her crawl through her own blood and cum just to offer her child to him.

He had not pictured it any other way.

His finger touched his lips, pushed passed, fell against razor sharp teeth, ever so much more than a normal person. If anything, it was the mouth of a shark. Teeth like the chains of a saw, that could bite and gnash and maul whatever they touched.

One bite, one simple drop of blood. It pooled on his finger, black as night, black as twilight that surrounded them. The world had moved on, leaving the three of them here in this place, in this time.

His heart went out to his love, to Avalon. She was close, thinking of him. Whenever she thought of him, his heart skipped a beat. The cold blood in his thick veins warmed just a trickle.

His love, by his side.

For all eternity.

"Crawl and taste me, and our bond will be complete. I give you my word, and I have never gone back on my word. Everything promised to you will come true."

The finger, shown to her, his blood black and deadly, rainbow circles of dawn ran through that blood, making it look more foul. It was poison, anyone could see that. The fouled tarn of a thousand years without movement, a swamp of disease and rankness.

Just one drop...

He stood on one side, and grovelling Ned stood on the other. Ned, who did not know what he wanted, Ned, who tried soo hard, Ned... the man without compassion. Love abounded in his heart, but no compassion.

Two side of the same coin. A choice, as always with him, it came down to a choice. Go to him, come to freedom and salvation, the simple admission was only one lost innocent soul. Or, go to Ned, crawl back to her rapist, her captor, and feel his love all over again, as he fucked her repeatedly, taking what she would willingly give.

"You were so strong before, little girl. Do not stop now. Show me... show me that inner strength."

He held the droplet out to her, not too far. No, even now as he offered her the world, his sick sense of humor kept his finger close. If she wanted it, she would have to crawl, crawl as far as she could over this stone, crawl with blood trailing her, crawl with cum all over her, crawl like a whore through filth and shit...

Only to be clean on the other side.

 

[Britwitch]

"Crawl to me...Crawl and taste me, and our bond will be complete. I give you my word, and I have never gone back on my word. Everything promised to you will come true."

Amber shivered from her place upon the floor, her eyes flicking back and forth, from Ned to the Stranger and back again.
She watched, with a tinge of revulsion as the Stranger pressed his finger to his teeth, drawing a drop of black, demonic blood which he then held out to her. It was almost calling to her, it's dark, dangerous shine drawing her closer, whispering of his promises for her life.
Amber crawled a pace or two forwards, her eyes never leaving the blood held out to her.

"Not our child, please... I will give you anything. We are to be married, our life, our happy life."

Amber looked across, seeing Ned against the door, almost in surprise. His hand also reaching out to her, his eyes pleading with her. She could see the genuine feeling in his eyes. So different from the cold, black ones staring down at her from the other side of the room. Ned really thought he loved her...would it be so bad to be with someone who cared for her...and would undoubtedly care for their child...no matter how clumsily he might do it...
She went so far as to lean towards him when the other voice sliced through her thoughts.

"You were so strong before, little girl. Do not stop now. Show me... show me that inner strength."

Amber felt herself torn.
Torn between choosing the lesser of two evils.
A life with a rapist who she knew she could never love. Or a life of love and a family that she had always dreamt of but to do so would mean sacrificing something so special...something so innocent...
Ned would love her...at least until his loins chose someone else to be the latest love of his life...somehow Amber knew that...she knew she wasn't the first he had 'taken' in the cells and somehow doubted if she would be the last...
The Stranger she didn't doubt had offered this to countless of others, others in such horrible and dreaful situations that his bargains seemed to be ways out...no matter how damning they might be...

She knew what she had to do...
Closing her eyes and feeling tears slip from beneath then, she crawled across the floor, feeling the blood and seed sticking to her legs and palms, the stones scratching at her knees. Crawling towards her choice.
After what seemed a small eternity, she reached it. Looking up with wide, tear filled eyes she whispered,
"N-Ned...I'm sorry...I...I really am..."
Before allowing the tip of her tongue to snake out and lick the drop of black blood held before her face. Wincing as it spread across her tongue and recoiling, instantly doubting if she had made the right choice. Not daring to look at Ned, she forced herself to look up into the Stranger's face, seeing his eyes glowing almost within the dark cell...trembling as a wave of cold swept through her body...

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Nothing had seemed to prepare Sasha for the loving way Avalon caressed the folds of her battered sex. The silky fingers entered her and almost instantly, her urge peaked and she cried out. She wiggled as much as she could into those fingers as they probed and prodded her inner sex.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sasha's reactions brought Avalon back to what was happening before her...even tho her mind was still drawn to Him. She could hear His command to the other, "crawl to me" and the shiver she felt shook her nearly violently. Her tainted soul was crying for Him, wanting, needing Him, but she was to prepare Sasha, and as her attention focused back to her friend, she felt her own arousal awakening...

Releasing the peaked, warm nipple, she let her tongue trail downwards, whispering against the quivering flesh ..."He will save You, I will prepare You for Him Sasha... for His touch, for His heat, for His warmth.. trust me Sasha "

Her head dipped between her parted thighs, tongue gliding out, licking , so gently licking, she would only feel pleasure, the pleasure and warmth of her tongue. This is what Avalon had wanted, from Ned when He was raping her, that is what she would beg for from Him.... long, languid strokes with her tongue, that soft muscle slipping within her bruised folds, caressing her clit, lips embracing, a light suckle, before her tongue flicked over it.. Her breath was warm and gentle against the skin, her tongue loving and arousing... Avalon tasting the sweetness that Sasha's body began to offer, tasting, as her tongue slid deep inside her....

 

[Rockingham]

And she crawled... she crawled like a whore to her lover, being paid for services rendered. That is what they were doing, was it not, services rendered? Her own contract being signed in blood, but not her blood... no.

Her child.

That was not right though. It was his child now. The child of himself, Ned, and the sweet little Amber. A combination of blood, cum, rape, pain and ultimate of sacrifice. A child, with two fathers and no mother.

"You are going to feel it now," He knelt down, next to her, scooping her up in his arms. His warm caring arms, arms that would no longer hurt her, arms that wanted nothing to do with her or her sex. Simply the child buried inside.

"It will be quick. My blood makes it so. Do not worry, once it is over you will be whole."

Laying her on the bed, he knelt before her, a cultist worshipping his alter. Her stomach had been flat, but the smallest of curves now formed. He put his hand atop of it, feeling his blood pool there.

That darkness entering her, tendrils searching, wrapping around her heart, stretching out towards her cunt, gripping against her insides, taking hold of the baby.

And then it began. He smiled as her belly grew. At once she looked three months pregnant, growing and bulging. The perfect round shape of her, accentuated. He helped her arc her back, laying so comfortably. One bloody stained pillow went to the back of her head.

"I know... I know it hurts, do not worry. Only a few moments longer," He held her hand, gripped it. It was what they had shared now. As if they had made love, and this their child. He, the father, holding her during the birthing, loving her.

His hand wiped her brow, sweat forming, he bent down to kiss her.

"So strong... young one. So strong."

Six months. She was larger now, distended. She no longer looked the young lithe thing she once was. Her whole skin shined with sweat, her whole body spasming from the pain. He held her tight, kept her whole.

Eight months, and then nine.

"Push," He whispered into her ear, spreading her legs, feeling the warmth explode from her. The body, small inside, kicking, screaming to be let out. The crown already showing.

"If you do not push he will continue to grow inside of you... he will kill you sweet young Amber. Our deal is not yet met, the child is not yet mine. Push, you fucking cunt... let Michael come and see His new world."

 

[Britwitch]

"You are going to feel it now..."

Amber felt him pick her up and carry her to the bed, no more icy cold skin, no more cruel touching...his arms felt strong and warm...and safe...

"It will be quick. My blood makes it so. Do not worry, once it is over you will be whole."

"B-but...how I...I don't..." Her words were barely above a whisper before being cut off as she felt something inside of her. Deep, deep down inside, in the pit of her stomach...but not her stomach...something growing...
Looking down she gasped to see her stomach swelling and growing...soon she looked like a mother almost halfway through her pregnancy. Amber's eyes widened in terror...what was happening to her? This...this was wrong...so wrong...

She clutched at his hand tightly, fighting back the urge to cry as she felt her back aching as her stomach continued to grow, her breasts swelling and tingling ready to feed the baby almost ready to come forth from her.
Feeling his lips against her face, his hand gently wiping at her suddenly sweating brow...her entire body aching as her stomach swelled with the baby He was making grow within her.

"I know... I know it hurts, do not worry. Only a few moments longer...So strong... young one. So strong."

"Push..."

Amber heard his voice almost from far away as waves of pain swept through her young body, a body not prepared for birthing...his hands spreading her legs and his words urging her on to do what her body was telling her to do.

"If you do not push he will continue to grow inside of you... he will kill you sweet young Amber. Our deal is not yet met, the child is not yet mine. Push, you fucking cunt... let Michael come and see His new world."

The gently encouraging tone was lost slightly as he demanded she do as he instructed, holding his hand tightly within hers Amber pushed, bearing down with her insides and feeling the baby shift, coming closer to entering the world. Tears flowing down her cheeks as with one more push that all but drained her, Amber felt the baby slip from inside her...a quiet but strong cry echoing in the now silent cell as Michael took his first gulping breaths. Amber fell back against the pillow, gasping for breath, her back aching and body shivering with it's sheen of sweat, her sex feeling as if it had been torn apart and her breasts feeling as though they may burst if they were not drained of milk soon...
Completely exhausted she looked up...her eyes hazily meeting those of the Stranger, the man now holding her baby...his baby in his arms...

 

[poohlive]

Ned forgot the stranger for the time being. It was as if his brain had dropped that particular thought, anger and fear subsiding into a blissful ignorance as he saw his wonderful fiance giving birth.

He held her legs apart, put his arms out to her opening slit. He watched her push, watched the baby slip into his arms. So much blood following it. The baby cried, its tiny arms cradling for Ned. Ned held it, not caring about the blood running down his body, not caring that this unholy spawn had only a few moments ago been sperm and egg.

It was his, his child. He held it, crying softly.

And the stranger took it. Ned bowed his head, feeling the loss. That blissful ignorance still there, as if he were a slave, a noble slave to someone else. He did not know who though, who was his master? Did he have one?

Ned cried, bowing at Amber's... (or was it Avalon? the name still lost on him, the face still unrecognizable) feet. He kissed them gently. He kissed at the parted feet of his lover, the mother of his child. So beautiful, so wonderful.

The child was laid at his mother's side, to drink from her. To drink the milk of life, the nectar which slipped from her ample bosom. Ned too, he felt himself drawing nearer to her

He had cried at her feet, he had kissed them, worshipping his own idol, and now laid next to his wife, taking one breast to his mouth while his son took the other.

They both drank their fill. That warm milk sliding down his throat. Ned knew no other desire in his mind than this. He had no other dream than to be laying with his wife, as she fed both him and his son.

Michael, a horrible name. No, that was not his son's name. His son's name was Andy. Andy, a might name, a conquerer of life, a taker. Andy lived his dreams, fulfilled them, took what he needed. Yes, Andy.

The boy by his side had grown, even such suckling from his mother. Already over a year old, already able to walk, to speak.

Michael... or Andy, took his mouth from his mother's bosom, and looked into her sparkling eyes.

"Mama..."

 

[Britwitch]

Amber whimpered as she felt the baby's small mouth latch onto her aching nipple, suckling hard, hungrily, sending thrills of feeling throughout her body. Making her arch her back slightly and gasp, feeling her sex tingle in response.
Then a louder whimper as she felt a mouth upon her other breast. Looking down she saw Ned, cradling her breast in his hands while he drank hungrily.
She shook her head wanting to push him away but she was still exhausted and could only moan quietly as her milk flowed between his lips, his mouth latched onto her nipple even tighter and stronger than that of the baby...

"Mama..."

The voice broke through her confused thoughts and she looked in shock to see the baby had grown so much already, his eyes so like her own, looking back at her.
"B-but...but how...?" He words fading into a whimper as Ned suckled even harder from her breast, forcing her to close her eyes as her back arched, offering her breasts up towards their seemingly starving mouths.

Once her eyes had reopened she searched blearily for the Stranger, trying to find his part in all this...

 

[Rockingham]

"My blood can do many things. It is ancient, having run through me for thousands of years, thousands of thousands of years before you. It can do much more than this. Do you care to drink, little girl? Do you care to find out what my blood can do to you?"

He teased her, as she opened her mouth, gasping at such pleasure running through her, he placed his finger above her, a droplet of his darkened sweet blood threatening to fall. He laughed as he pulled it away.

Already, his little Michael had grown. Mother's milk deep within his belly, he carefully stepped down from the bed. He could walk, four years now, ever so much more than a toddler. A kid, a bright shiny kid, with the curled locks of Ned, and the kind features of his angelic mother.

"We still have a bargain, don't we? You have kept your end, such a brave little girl, going through all that just to become whole once again. I hope you enjoy your selfish wish, I hope when you are sleeping peacefully in your bed, the nightmares of your hellish son do not bring tears to your sweet eyes."

And with that, he touched her broken and bruised body. At once, a glow poured through her. It was warm, tingling, like the remnants of an orgasm slowly washing through the system. It started at her head, her face, the tear filled eyes growing sharp and clear. Those cheeks, returning their rosy glow. Her bruises disappearing, fading away from her.

Her skin paled, but in a good way, the kind of amber pale one looks for in a mate. The marks on her wept away with the tingle. Her breasts, although the pain of storing milk withered away, he decided to keep them full and ample. She would appreciate that.

And then, her torn sex. It was disjointed, distended, blood oozing out of her. His hand reached gently down to cup her, his one droplet of blood touched her sex, and at once it closed up. The blood returned, or disappeared. Her pussy contracted, closed together, became that adorable little slit every man fantasizes about on a woman.

And she felt her hymen close, inside, it wrapped around her, that small piece which made her pure, chaste. She could feel it, no residue of a child, no evidence of being brutally raped multiple times.

Down to her legs and wrists, up to the fine curls of her hair that Ned had pulled out. She became her former self.

And, once she was done, so was her son. Michael stood before her, His Michael. A man now, as large as Ned... but where Ned was bulky and muscular, Michael was lean and lithe. He stood as tall as his father, both of his fathers.

He looked so much like her it hurt. He stared down at her with her own eyes. His mother, his flesh and blood, staring down naked, whole, a virgin girl as old as he was.

"Our deal is done, little girl. And I must go, I have others to tempt... they call me. From the darkened shadows their screams yearn to me. In the blood, do you see. Michael has it too, he will learn. I have so much to teach him."

He walked towards the open door, Michael following on his footsteps.

"...so much to teach him."

 

[stubborn wench]

His kind words and soothing tones were too much for her, and she broke down into grateful sobs - wanting so to believe that her salvation was at hand. She scrabbled across the stone floor on her knees, the blanket twisting around her as she reached out for the Reverend's sleeve.

"Oh Reverend, it's not too late - please, help me. Let me out of here, please! You can help me, I am a good Christian girl, I swear to you..."

She dissolved into shaky sobs again, and clawed at her little cross, stuck between stones - but it would not come loose.


At his mention of prayer, Abby lifted her head warily.

Pray - again? She eyed him cautiously, trying to compose her features...but did he mean - "pray"? On her knees, as she had done before? He had the Bible with him...but would his scriptures damn or absolve her, when he opened it?

He was waiting for her answer, but - what did he mean, by "prayer"?


If he had returned for more of the same - should she not be acquiescent, even eager to pay him the favour? Enamoured with him, on fire to please him...if it meant her freedom - her life - was it not a small price?

But - if he'd had a change of heart, and had returned to do right by her...such advances would certainly be repulsive to him. He would take it as a sign of her corruption, and turn his back on her.


She sensed that her response would carry some weighty meaning, but she knew not which answer was the one he awaited.

She decided to wait for a hint, as to his intentions. A sign. Abigail smiled appreciatively, and kept her tone carefully neutral. "Oh yes, Reverend - please, let us pray."

Dimly aware that she was calculating each move, and every word, with the deliberation of one truly guilty.

 

[Britwitch]

"My blood can do many things. It is ancient, having run through me for thousands of years, thousands of thousands of years before you. It can do much more than this. Do you care to drink, little girl? Do you care to find out what my blood can do to you?"

Amber watched confused as Michael, now looking more like a young child, slid down from the bed and walked around the cell. Ned seemed to have had his fill from her aching breast also, laying down beside her on his back. The Stranger's finger hung temptingly over her mouth but he moved it away before she could taste anymore.

"We still have a bargain, don't we? You have kept your end, such a brave little girl, going through all that just to become whole once again. I hope you enjoy your selfish wish, I hope when you are sleeping peacefully in your bed, the nightmares of your hellish son do not bring tears to your sweet eyes."

She felt his hand lay upon her skin and then everything changed. A wave of warmth washed gently over her body, healing wounds and soothing aches, her skin felt smooth and clean, her cheeks no longer wet with tears. Her breasts no longer ached although she noticed they remained larger than they had previously been. And then she felt his hand upon her sex. She whimpered as she felt it healing, torn flesh rejoining, tightening, her innocence being rebuilt...she could feel it...

He took his hands from her and she sat up, looking down at her body...it was her body but it looked...different somehow...
She looked up to ask how such a miracle had occurred and gasped as her eyes met a pair so like her own.
Michael was stood beside the bed, as tall as the Stranger, looking down at her with almost curious eyes. He looks to be as old as she was herself.

Amber stood slowly, her eyes never leaving those before her, reaching out to touch him...not believing what she saw...it had to be a dream...
The Stranger's voice cut through her thoughts and made her look at him,

"Our deal is done, little girl. And I must go, I have others to tempt... they call me. From the darkened shadows their screams yearn to me. In the blood, do you see. Michael has it too, he will learn. I have so much to teach him...so much to teach him."

Amber watched them head to the door, looking back to the bed seeing Ned dozing slightly with his belly full of her milk. Quickly she headed to the door after them, naked but knowing she would find a covering of some sort outside her cell...
This was it....she was going to be free at last...

 

[poohlive]

"Avalon."

He was convinced of the name now. It had plagued him for soo long, the names, faces, bodies of these two girls he had taken swirling and connecting in his head. In the end, all he had was a twisted and scarred vision of Ambelon... their combination. He did not know who he spoke to now, so he called her Avalon.

It was a pretty name.

He grabbed her, as she left the cell. His hand like a vise upon her, stopping the last of her from leaving. Her entire naked, perfect, pristine body now stood inside the hallway, free as she could ever be, but that one hand, her last imprisoned part, was held by her captor.

"You forgot something," When she looked back at him, Ned could only smile. He handed her the empty bucket, letting it fall into her hand, before letting her go.

"The well is right outside. Get some towels and new sheets as well. I want your cell looking beautiful for the honeymoon."

He sounded, acted, and looked like a kid waiting for christmas, presents to open, surprised to be held. He burst with energy. Ned dropped down, picking up her scattered trinkets, pulling them into a pile around his knees.

"I had a dream, after we made love the last time, but before he..." Ned's vision faded, eyes glossing over. He tried to recollect memories he was not supposed to. He remembered falling asleep, he remembered seeing Amber on the floor, trying to comfort her, and then drinking warm milk from her breast. The rest faded in a cloak of darkness.

"I had a dream," He started over, kneeling before her, looking at her, such a sweet smile on his childish face, "We were getting married. A man in black gave you away to me. He must have been your father. You and I wed in a meadow, an entire ocean of wildflowers at our feet. I know you love Wildflowers. So, I thought, we could do it. There is a meadow not too far from here, we could get married today. Right now. After we clean your cell, ready it for the honeymoon, for when I come back here, and take you rightfully, as my wife."

He giggled, Ned, this big strong muscular blacksmith of a man, pooling in her blood, which he had caused, his eyes never leaving her beautiful body, her newly whole body. This man giggled at the thought.

"Hurry... I do not want to wait another minute."