Witch Hunt

[Britwitch]

"If I don't do it, they will Amber...I don't want their hands on you. I don't want them to touch you, Amber. You are mine..."

His face was close to hers, his breath tickling her skin as he inhaled her. His voice little more then a growl as he claimed her as his own. All the while his fingers tormenting her nipple through her dress.

"I can love you, Amber,"

Amber recoiled slightly as she felt his tongue, wet and cool, flicker across her skin, tasting her before his hand shifted and slid further down over her dress before grasping her thigh.

"But Ned...how...how can you love me...we're...we're friends...friends don't...don't do this to one another..." Amber tried desperately to reason with him, with the Ned she knew. But she knew her words were falling on deaf ears as he thrust his knee forwards and forced her thighs apart.
Amber whimpered as she felt his fingers slip up underneath her dress, her petticoats and her slip, touching her naked legs and snaking higher. Above her knees, up her thigh, higher and higher...touching her legs where no one but herself had touched. She struggled harder, pulling uselessly against his ironlike grip upon her wrists, tears building steadily in her eyes and then spilling down her cheeks.

She felt his body tense as his fingers moved to within an inch or so of her sex. His breathing had been growing steadily quicker and deeper as his hands had travelled across her form but now it was almost as if he wasn't breathing. He slid his fingers higher and they brushed against the lips of her virgin sex for the first time. Feeling the soft, short hair that lightly covered them and the mound above.

"Oh god...Ned...Ned please don't do this to me...I...I am an innocent...please don't touch me like this...I...I am saving myself..." She begged, her body trembling with terror.

"Shhh, My pet..."

Whimpering Amber could do nothing as his fingers suddenly pressed upwards, parting her virgin lips and pressing against her, the flesh clinging to him. She winced as he tried to thrust a finger inside her but she was too tight and she was not wet...not yet...
Amber cried out as he tried several times to force his way inside but fortunately the terror he had brought over her was abating her body's natural reactions. Her nipples were swollen and throbbing beneath her dress and bodice but, as yet, the sensations hadn't spread everywhere...
But she had to get him to let her go before they did...before the rough probing and massaging of his hands had the desired effect...knowing her body would betray her faster than any other evidence in the world...

"Ned...you're hurting me...please...please stop..." She begged loudly, her voice echoing chillingly in the cell. "Can you not see that I am telling you the truth...?"

 

[poohlive]

"Are you telling the truth? I have to know. Once I do, I can set you free..."

And then he found it, that tiny nub from before. That sensitive little spot, protuding just above her slit. She was still dry, but the heat his fingers took from her made him want more. As if a hungry man had whiffed what the cooks were making, and now stood, drooling against the door.

He was drooling, Amber under him, helpless. It turned him on so. He had to have her. He no longer cared about the test, about helping her. He just needed her, needed to touch her, needed to feel her. His mind had snapped.

He grabbed a piece of her dress, her slip, and tore. The fabric gave way easy under him, ripping from her body. He grunted, holding her still, his one free hand ripping and tearing it away, revealing more and more of her flesh to the outside world.

"You were always so beautiful, always so radiant."

He saw her breasts for the first time, as the fabric gave way. He gripped them in his hand, massaged them, felt them against him. The nipples, each hard now, hard and exposed.

"No... no Amber. You shouldn't like this."

He dipped his head to her breast, her awaiting nipple. The small brown circle, her chest heaving, as if offering it to him. His tongue came out, warm and wet, licking against it, pressing it down. He took it into his mouth, sucking... his whole body beginning to feel it now.

He wasn't aware of his own hips rolling against her, thrusting as she stood helpless against the wall. He was getting excited now, aroused. His mind giving way to his bodies own needs.

"I'll make it feel good," He whispered, taking her other nipple, his tongue licking around the outer edge, "Don't worry Amber. I'll make it feel soo good."

 

[Britwitch]

"Are you telling the truth? I have to know. Once I do, I can set you free..."

"I am...why...why would I lie...?" Amber whimpered then shuddered as his fingers found the small bud of flesh between her lips, making her fidget and struggle even more.

Then the sound of ripping fabric tore the air around them, she looked down in horror to see his hand had retreated from under her dress and was now pulling it in strips from her body.
"No...! No stop it...please...!!" Amber shouted, Ned's eyes burning against every inch of skin that he revealed. His mind apparently elsewhere as he barely reacted to her cries, except perhaps to pull and paw at her more feverishly.

"You were always so beautiful, always so radiant."

His words had a maniacal tone, posessive and dangerous. Then silence as the ripping and tearing stopped and his eyes fell upon her bared breasts. Large, round and pale, each tipped with a small, pale brown nipple, already hardening in the cool air of the cell and from the rough treatment of his fingers earlier. Easily much more than a handful in size, even to hands as large as Ned's.
Then he took hold of them tightly, squeezing and groping, his rough palms sliding back and forth across her aching nipples.

"No... no Amber. You shouldn't like this."

"But I...I don't...please Ned...you're scaring me...please let me go..." Amber pleaded over and over but his mouth moved, his tongue licking all around one of her nipples, flicking and teasing it before drawing it deep into his mouth. Amber arched her back, her mouth opening in a silent cry of horror and slightly pain as he suckled upon it hard. Hurting her but, to her dismay, causing it to swell even more.
Then his body pressed more insistently against hers, his hips beginning to rock back and forth against her own.
Her dress hanging in tatters around her waist, the skirt largely still in tact but she doubted that it would remain so.

"I'll make it feel good...Don't worry Amber. I'll make it feel soo good."

His mouth moved to her other nipple and Amber realised that this was no longer the same man who had entered her cell. The kind, concerned friend, worried for her safety could not possibly be the same man now pinning her against the wall while his hands and mouth mauled her body. This was a man all but possessed and she dreaded to think what it was he wanted of her...but she would not simply give in...she couldn't...
"Get off me you bastard...!" She screamed, bringing her knee up sharply towards his groin, determined to put up a fight before he forced her to submit to whatever dark desires had taken over his thoughts.

 

[poohlive]

He had to stop, as sharp pain drove through him. He stared, blankly at Amber, near horror filling him as his balls began to ache and drone from the new found pain.

"You would hurt me?" He sounded shocked, he sounded apalled, as if he were helping his young friend down the street and she had spit in his face for it.

"Would you rather those savages took you, raped you in the open for all to see? Would you rather their strange hands on you? No, I will not allow that. You are mine, Amber... Mine."

He slapped her, hard across the face, watching as her hair swirled, almost majestically against the sharp turn of her head. It looked dazzling.

Grabbing part of her dress, he made another rip, and then used it to tie her wrists together. There was a small hook, near where he had her now. A simple slip and she was over it, just as before, only now both of his hands were free to play.

"I can make this rough," He said, pushing her hard against the wall, and not like before, not pushing and pinning and squeezing her flesh, he nearly threw her there.

"I can make it hurt, is that what you want?" His hand, under her dress, under her skirt, one fat finger plunging into her, without her wetness to guide it, without her acceptance.

"You want it to hurt, you want pain, Amber? You need to tell me right now. I can make it that way..."

And then he stopped, the fire, or passion, or hatred, whatever had been in his eyes was gone. He slipped from her, holding her close once more, caressing her, he licked at her skin like a lover should.

"Or, I can make it feel good. Stropwell and the others won't give you that choice, Amber. They will take you whether you want it or not. But, I will give you a choice."

He held her body against his, reaching for the rest of her dress, helping her out of the last few shreds of clothing.

"It is all up to you, My pet."

 

[Britwitch]

"You would hurt me?"

"You're hurting me, Ned..." Amber sobbed quietly, the hurt tone of his voice clashing against the actions she had just stopped.

"Would you rather those savages took you, raped you in the open for all to see? Would you rather their strange hands on you? No, I will not allow that. You are mine, Amber... Mine."

The slap was sudden and harsh. Her yelp was brief as her head spun to the side. Her long hair smothering her face, falling down across her bared chest, covering her sobbing face with it's stinging cheek in with a rich dark brown curtain.
Amber was still recovering from the throbbing in her head when she heard and felt him ripping at more of her dress then he began to bind her wrists tightly, wrapping them over and over again with the thick, strong material that had been her dress. Lifting her as if she was no more than a toy or a doll, he lifted and slipped her wrists up and over a hook in the wall, high up above her head, the material catching on it and holding her in place. She teetered on her toes so high was the hook compared to her small frame.

"I can make this rough,"

Amber groaned as he slammed her against the stone wall behind her, winding her and causing her head to collide painfully with it, increasing the throbbing pain behind her eyes.

"I can make it hurt, is that what you want?"

Mumbled, incoherent words left her lips as she felt him once against forcing his finger inside her sex, her eyes closing tightly against the discomfort and mild pain he was causing her.

"You want it to hurt, you want pain, Amber? You need to tell me right now. I can make it that way..."

"P-please...d-don't do this to me..." Amber's voice was trembling and quiet, her lips shaking with barely suppressed sobs of terror.

"Or, I can make it feel good. Stropwell and the others won't give you that choice, Amber. They will take you whether you want it or not. But, I will give you a choice."

His arms encircled her, drawing her close while his tongue danced across her skin. If anything, this was more terrifying than him hitting her or smashing her body against the wall. This gentleness and quietness, it sent shivers of horror throughout her body as she felt him unhooking the remnants of her bodice and letting the dress and her tattered undergarments slip to the floor, leaving her naked before him. Her pale smooth skin, her large round breasts sticking out even more due to the position of her arms, the flatness of her stomach leading down to the short, soft, dark hair that covered her sex. Her naked body being held tightly against his. She could feel his excitement, pressing against her hip as he embraced her. A large hand sliding down to cup and massage one of the round globes of her behind firmly.

"It is all up to you, My pet."

"P-please...d-don't hurt me..." Amber wept, her body trembling and shaking as her eyes tentatively met his. "Please Ned....please don't hurt me..."

 

[poohlive]

"I knew you'd see it my way," He said, smiling up at her, looking at his wonderful new toy.

"I won't hurt you Amber, of course not. I would never hurt you. I can make it feel good..."

As if to prove his point, his finger trailed along her smooth stomach, down to the soft patch of fur between her legs. It touched against her sex, slipping against the lips for only a second, and then finding the clit again. That's what he wanted, his finger searched for it, touched it, flicked it back and forth, playing with it.

His eyes simply drank her own. She looked absolutely gorgious, more than good enough to eat. He loved the look, soft, desperate, everything about her turning him on. Even the side of her face, now turning red from his hand earlier.

He licked at her hard nipples, let his tongue get them nice and wet, blew on them, the cold air making each one harder, sticking straight out, almost straining. They felt soo good, she felt soo good.

And, Ned dropped to his knees in front of her. He watched, slowly as he passed her soft pale skin, kissing her as she went, down the smoothness of her stomach, up against the curve of her hip.

He tasted her sex, bright and ripe. The taste like nothing he had ever had before in his mouth. A true virgin, he knew that now.

His tongue, replaced his finger, as it searched for her clit, finding it, licking it gently, bringing it into his warm and inviting mouth.

He groaned against her, the vibrations reaching her. His hands on her ass, holding he rup, spreading her for him, as wide as he could.

 

[Britwitch]

"I knew you'd see it my way...I won't hurt you Amber, of course not. I would never hurt you. I can make it feel good..."

His eyes never left hers as his hand slipped down, fingertips trailing lightly over her skin, lower and lower until they reached her sex, reaching within her folds to rub and fondle the bud of flesh hidden there. There was something in the way he looked at her. This wasn't just about lust or desire...there was something deeper in those eyes as he stared back, occassionally drifting across her face or down to her chest. Something resembling ownership, possession...it made her skin tingle with fear and concern.

Ned moved his head down and returned his mouth to her nipples, fondling, flicking and licking. Breathing hard against them, making them tingle and swell even more. The pale brown flesh around them crinkling as they grew harder and harder. Amber arched her back, trying to relieve the shocks they were sending throughout her body.

Then he slipped lower, sinking slowly to his knees before her, his mouth brushing her skin on the way down, kissing, licking...until his face was in front of her sex.
His finger still rubbing and teasing the swelling bud between her thighs as his tongue flickered out and moved across her lips. She thought she heard something like a moan leave his lips as he tasted her for the first time. Over and over again his tongue swept across her exposed flesh, tasting more and more.
Then his tongue grew more insistent as he removed his finger and allowed the tip to caress and tease the small bud, tingling and throbbing between her thighs. Suckling it between his lip. Groaning again as his hands reached around her to grab her behind, lifting her up against his hungry mouth, forcing her thighs to part even wider against his mouth.

All the while Amber pulled and twisted at the strips of her dress that held her wrists in place. But to no avail. She merely succeeded in twisting the material a little, tightening it's already painful grip on her.
"Oh god..." The murmured plea left her lips quietly but she was sure that to Ned's ears it would sound like an exclamation of enjoyment, of pleasure.
She could feel her body reacting to his touch, no matter how hard she fought against it. Her nipples feeling as though they were on fire and surrounded by ice, such was the intensity of the feeling there. Her sex was starting to grow wet as his mouth continued to focus it's attentions on that tiny piece of her body. Her body writhing and twisting as he continued to moan between her thighs, feeling one of his fingers slipping up and trying to enter her tight depths once again.

 

[poohlive]

Her resistance still refused him entrance. As wet as she was, little beads of her juice begining to form on those smooth perfect lips of her sex, it would not open for him. He let his finger push in, soft at first, but his strength followed it. The pressure grew, until one small gasp escape him, as her cunt swallowed his finger whole.

It went halfway up inside of her, those precious lips sliding down his finger. He could feel her tighten around him, clamp down. He had to moan once more, just watching his finger work its way into her. It was a thing of beauty, a thing of perfection one rarely saw.

A single droplet fell down his finger. He smiled, licking at it.

The taste so sweet, so pure, so unaffected. It tasted like no other sugar he'd ever had in his mouth. The finger pressing against her wet folds, pushing in now, slowly fucking her.

It was tight, but he could feel her pussy beginning to loosen up already, allowing him movements. Slow rhythmic movements, but movements nontheless. She was showing her true colors, what she truly was.

"It's ok Amber. You're a good girl. I'll take care of you," The finger slipped out of her, moving up to her lips. Those bright sultry lips, pouting as she looked down at him.

"Taste yourself. Taste how sweet you are, how delicious. It's the sweetest taste in the world, my pet."

And, as if to prove his point, he bent down to her small puckered opening, letting his tonge part her tightened lips. He felt no resistance as it pushed into her. More droplets fell, her juice running into his mouth as his tongue began to taste her, to lick at her to explore where none had dared explore before.

"Taste," He nearly growled, putting the finger up to her. It was not a question, and the threat behind his voice made him bare his teeth, before gently returning to his assult on her newly opened cunt.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber let out a quiet exclamation as she felt his finger push more firmly and then suddenly slide inside her virgin passage. Sliding it in and out slowly but firmly, feeling her insides gripping him tightly.
She glanced down in time to see him licking at his hand, tasting her again, the expression on his face clearly showing his enjoyment, and approval.

"It's ok Amber. You're a good girl. I'll take care of you...Taste yourself. Taste how sweet you are, how delicious. It's the sweetest taste in the world, my pet."

She could smell the musky, sweet scent of her own sex on his finger as he lifted up towards her mouth. Before she could respond he plunged his tongue into her sex, drinking the arousal now flowing from between her lips, letting his tongue delve deeper inside, investigating, tasting and teasing.

"Taste."

He repeated, pushing the finger closer to her lips. The command, for it was nothing else, bounced off the walls around them harshly as she felt her cheeks flush with humiliation and embarassment, flicking out her tongue to taste herself on his finger. As soon as her soft tongue made contact he jabbed his finger towards her mouth, encouraging her to suck it. Amber complied, sucking on the thick finger in her mouth, her tongue stroking it as she made sure she 'tasted' every drop of herself. Whimpering as she felt his mouth returning to her sex, his tongue stiffening and slipping between her lips, replacing the finger and beginning to move back and forth inside her. The finger in her mouth muffling her cry as he pinched at the swollen bud above the opening to her sex with his other hand, making her hips jerk against his face.

 

[poohlive]

He could feel it now. How she sucked at his finger, wanting the taste in her mouth, how her sex now dripped with desire, falling onto his waiting tongue, how she jerked against him, pulling him further inside.

Her hips were spread for him, allowing him access, wanting him inside of her. She had a need as well, a wonderful need blooming. Each gentle thrust of his tongue made it more clear, fuller in her mind.

She needed him.

Ned licked further, his tongue catching against her sweet folds, loving the feel of her stretched, pulling tight on him. She had to ease him further, her hips rocking to meet him.

His own hands, still on her ass, helped with this motion, making it fuller, more pronounced, giving her just what she wanted.

"Oh God, Amber," He had to step away from her, had to get out of these bustling clothes. Ned flung them from him, as his naked body emerged. The tall muscular cut of a blacksmith, fully erect, wanting her.

"You see what you do to me. How you bewitch me so. Mmm, don't worry though, I can help you. I can use you."

He grabbed her, their skin touching, his body pressing to hers as he lifted her off of the hook. Her arms fell limp around his head, almost as if she were holding him, caressing him.

He did not bother to move them.

"I'm here, I've got you. I'll protect you Amber."

He moved her to the bed, laying her down, on top of her, towering, owning her. He had to adjust, as she was soo close, their bodies aligning just right.

With her hands over him, holding him close, it felt surreal, perfect. It felt as if she wanted every piece of him, and refused to let go until she got it.

"You have to relax," He said, as his cock slid up against her sex, it parted those fresh lips, her juices clinging to his cock, her heat rising to him.

"If you don't, it will hurt," He said, as his cock pressed against her clit, bumping it.

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh God, Amber...You see what you do to me. How you bewitch me so. Mmm, don't worry though, I can help you. I can use you."

In a trice he was naked before her. Amber averted her eyes slightly although she had already see the size of his clearly excited manhood, and the obvious strength that was barely masked by his clothing. His words echoing through her mind. Use her...? What did he mean 'use her'...?
Then he was back infront of her. His skin pressing against hers, his large hands moving to take hold of either side of her waist and lifting her from the hook. Her arms were practically numb from having all but held her weight for so long. They fell limply around his neck and shoulders, looking like a lovers embrace, and Amber could not move them as much as she wanted to.

"I'm here, I've got you. I'll protect you Amber."

Amber felt trapped, more so than ever, once she felt the rough material of the blanket upon the bed against her back and Ned's weight pressing down on her from above, he shifted up and down, all the while she could feel the smooth, worrying warmth of his organ rubbing between her legs and upon her stomach. His body forcing her legs apart beneath him to allow him to slip between them and rest his sex against hers. All the while her arms and hands, now tingling with pins and needles as the blood began to flow back through them, remained looped around his neck, keeping his head and face within inches of her own. Amber closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, fighting the urge to spit up at him or bite him. Anything to stop this madness that she had been thrust into.

"You have to relax...If you don't, it will hurt."

"Ned...Ned please....not like this...don't do this to me please..." Amber whimpered, trying in vain to close her legs as she felt the slippery head of his manhood slip between her lips and begin probing, searching for one thing and one thing only. The entrance to her virginal passage.
He pressed more firmly against her, Amber was finding it hard to breathe, her large breasts crushed beneath his broad chest. She wriggled, trying to push herself up the bed and out from underneath him...but all she did was manage to align his sex with hers and with his next push forwards she felt the head slip past the tight lips and into the tighter depths beyond.
A loud cry left her lips, fresh tears springing into her eyes, as the sound rang out through the cells. A cry of pain and of despair, of anger and of fear as his own groan joined hers.
"Oh god..." Amber whimpered, feeling her sex stretching to try and accommodate the head of his shaft, tingling and throbbing in pain from its sudden, unwanted, entrance. "Oh god...Ned...please...please stop..."

 

[poohlive]

Each push, each shift, each inch inside of her was explicit heaven. He had to keep himself from impaling her completely, letting his cock slice through her. He couldn't do that, too much pain for her, too hard.

It had to be slowly at first, she had to feel every part of him entering her. His hardened cock, thick veins, pulsing blood, the mushroom head as it pushed ever further.

She moved, again to accomidate him, again to make him more comfortable.

He could see how close she was, how angelic. Sweat pouring from her, skin aglow, her eyes wide, pupils dialated. He had to kiss her, his mouth crushing into hers, his tongue finding her own, touching it, tasting it. His tongue still wet with her sex.

And then he felt it, the prize, the ultimate resistance. Her hymen, still intact, still trying desperately to keep her a virgin. He felt it, pushed back, then in again, harder, testing it, how far it would go before it gave.

"Careful my pet, careful..." He said, his whole body quivering over hers, every muscle heightened, delighted. He could barely contain himself.

"This part is going to hurt, whether you want it to or not. But, I promise you I'll make it feel good afterward."

His hand snaked down, finding her clit, bumping into it. Hardened fingers began flicking it, making sure she had some pain to compensate.

"I love you Amber," He thrust, hard, breaking her, and sending his cock all the way up inside her.

He groaned, the new tightness around his cock invigorating, she had clamped down on him like a vise, her whole cunt pulling him, holding him, guiding him.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber could do nothing but try to lessen the discomfort that was tearing her apart. Ned's thrusts were shallow and, she supposed, gentle. But that didn't stop it aching and stinging and feeling as though she might just split in two at any moment. His member was so very big, she was sure she could feel every ridge, every ripple on it's flesh as it slipped further and further inside.

The next thing she knew, his mouth was crushing hers, his tongue wrapped around hers within her own mouth. She whimpered and mumbled pleas for him to stop but they came out as muffled groans as his mouth laid claim to hers.
Then he paused, his body stiffening completely as his hips 'hit' something, for want of a better word. Amber knew instantly what it was. It was the seal of her innocence. And now that innocence was not going to be broken as it should be by her husband one day in their marital bed but taken in a cell, by a grunting, towering man who's plans for her were not yet clear to Amber.

"Careful my pet, careful...This part is going to hurt, whether you want it to or not. But, I promise you I'll make it feel good afterward."

His voice was trembling, his eyes alive with obvious excitement. He was like a child come Christmas morning. Amber whimpered and arched her back as his fingers slipped down between their bodies and began to flick at her swollen bud between her thighs.

"Ned please...please don't do this...Ned I'm begging you...please...I...!" But her words were to no avail.

"I love you Amber,"

Amber's words turned into a scream as he thrust forward, hard, and broke past her barrier. Fresh tears seeping from her tightly shut eyes as her chest heaved from the pain of what had just happened.
"No...oh no....no.." Amber whimpered softly as she heard Ned groaning in unquestionable pleasure, feeling her aching insides clinging around him tightly, almost as if they were trying to force him out...but they weren't...it was as if they were trying to draw him deeper.
Amber struggled, writhing upon the blanket as it scratched and itched her back, finally lifting her arms from around his neck and using them to try and push against his chest, to try and push him up and away.
"Ned...Ned it hurts...please...please stop this...I beg you..."

 

[poohlive]

It felt so good, so warm, so inviting to be inside of her. He had forgotten that heat, the wonderous heat of her pussy, those pulsing walls, guiding him, warming him, making him feel at ease inside of her.

He smiled, goraning on top of her used body. It wasn't until he felt her beat at him, one of her small fists catching him in the eye, scratching him, that he turned down to her, hearing those cries and pleas that landed on his deaf ears.

"I warned you," He gritted his teeth, grabbing her forcefully, nearly yanking her arms so they were stretched above your head.

"I gave you a choice, you fucking cunt. I told you, I could be nice, or I could be mean. Well, if that's how you want it... if you want me to fuck you like some stranger, like some useless little fucking witch then I'll give it to you."

With a loose end of her binding, he wrapped it around the small headboard, little more than a piece of wood across to hold the straw mattres in place. He wrapped it around, tighter than before, not stopping until he heard her cry aloud. It was music to his ears.

He wanted them to turn purple, he wanted her little hands to feel ice cold, the blood refusing to get through. If she wanted pain, he would give it to her.

"This is how Stropwell would rape you, Amber. This is how he does it. I've seen him, how cruel he is to his girls. I thought, coming in here, I could change all that. I could be nice to the girls, pleasent. But no, you keep insisting on pain. Well, here it is, Amber. This is what you want."

His hand snaked between their bodies again, searching, finding her little clit. The nub pressing up, almost yearning for his touch. Not this time though, no gentle rub, no persistant little flick to send those shards of pleasure through her.

He pinched it, between his thumb and finger, pinched it hard. He squeezed at the tiny flap of skin and nerve endings. To feel her really move now, really ache against his touch. If she refused to play his game, he would surely play hers.

It felt hot in his hand, nearly afire. He never let up, twisting it in his hand, pulling it as hard as he dare. He didn't want to yank it off, that wouldn't be as painful... no, not as painful as keeping it on, making her feel it.

And, as soon as it was raw and sore, and couldn't stand another touch, he grabbed her hips and started fucking her. These were long, hard grueling strokes inside of her, refusing to let her adjust, let her feel his cock, only the massive jolt as he rammed her over and over again.

Each time his body thrust into hers, her little clit was smashed between their bodies, each time he fucked her, those pussy lips still guiding him in, still wanted to feel him deeper inside.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Get off me you bastard...!"

Avalon heard the scream, loud and clear... she was unsure of the voice.. but the unmistakable tinge of terror was clearly identifiable..

She looked up from where she lay, curled up on the bed, naked, shuddering... Who was being raped now..she had to wonder, and ... by whom???

She felt it, deep in her bones, deep in her soul.. Ned was raping someone else. Ned was using another, raping, torturing. Avalon began to sob as the sounds came to her in bit and peices, bouncing off walls, echoing chillingly in the dungeon that held her. She felt tears rushing down her cheeks, silent tears.. horrified tears... why was this happening to her... to THEM....

She got off the bed, more like charged off, her own scream of rage, of disgust, of despair, joining the other girl's, the sound racing thru the chambers. Avalon hit the cell door with all her weight, frustrated, enraged, terrified, and to her absolute amazement, the door swung open with a loud clang.

NED HAD FORGOTTEN TO LOCK IT WHEN IT CLANGED SHUT BEHIND HIM....

He had been so... fucking confindent in Himself, having just raped her... again... having forced a confession out of her... a confession of something she had NOT done... that He had forgotten to lock the door.

Avalon stood there for a moment, stunned...

This was her chance, her chance to escape, to run... yet as another scream vibrated into the dungeon, she knew she could not leave the others here.. she just could NOT...

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It was as if her feet just did not want to move... nor could she get them to move. Avalon stood, naked... and frozen, as the screaming, the begging, and the obscene grunting only got louder. It was Ned, she was sure of it. She said a silent prayer for the victim, that she make it thru...

She turned away from the sounds. If she went towards where it was happening, she would simply get caught again, and that would not do anybody any good.

Slowly she made her way down the hall. She wanted to get a sense for the setup, and the escape route, before freeing anyone. Again it would not do anyone any good if they all ran in different directions, panicked, helpless. She had no idea how many people were even caged up down here... She knew Sasha was.. was that Sasha's scream? She didn't think so, which meant there was someone else as well.

Avalon silently made her way to the door at the very end of the hall, it too was unlocked... but then again, did it need to be locked when they were all safely locked in their cells?? Avalon knew she would have to make this escape count, Ned for sure would not make the same mistake twice.

She creaked open the door, peering out.. and saw no one. She realized she was in the main structure of the house now, a flight of stairs led upwards, out of the basement dungeon. Her naked back plastered against the wall, she made her way slowly upwards, and was amazed to find herself in the main study, where it has all began. Where Stropwell had allowed her to be bound to that Xcross, where Ned had first raped her as she screamed and begged Him to stop... Stropwell's study.. how convenient that the door to the Dungeon spilled out .... here....

The study was empty, strangely empty. Avalon ventured in, keeping her ears tuned to any approaching noise. All she could hear, very muffled, was the screaming going on deep underneath her now... and that made her shiver, she wrapping her arms around herself.

She could not dally here, she thought, but if she could just find the KEY... to let the others out. Stropwell's desk was right in front of her. She padded her way behind it, rummaging quickly thru the drawers. She indeed did find a keychain with several keys, finally... a break in this horrible ordeal, she thought to herself, then something else caught her eye..

It was addressed to Stropwell, from the ArchBishop of the Cathlic Church over the Northeast...

Avalon's eyes widened as she read it...

Dear Mr. Stropwell,

It has come to my attention, that you are using the good name of God and the Catholic Church to persucute innocent victms, the majority of them women, charging them with witchcraft and paganism, and all manors of horrors.

You have been warned once already Stropwell, after the death of Jennifer Westover while in your custody and during your... questioning.

We have certified men of God that can seek out these witches and deal with them according to the laws of God and the Bible.

YOU are not one of those men anymore, and if you do not cease this activity, I will have no further recourse than to have you arrested and tried for murder at least.


The Reverand Richard Byrnes

She dropped the letter, nearly fainting. Stropwell was doing this on His own, with NO backing from the church or God, yet He lied outright and said he indeed was a man of God..... He was no better than a devil himself... she thought.

That was when Avalon took a good look around, His coat was gone, as were most of her personal items. It seemed He just had not had a chance to clean out His desk. Running to the window, the horse and carriage were gone...

Stropwell was gone.... and He had left her and the others in their cells, to die, at Ned Mason's mercy.... God help us Avalon whispered to herself....

 

[Britwitch]

"I warned you...I gave you a choice, you fucking cunt. I told you, I could be nice, or I could be mean. Well, if that's how you want it... if you want me to fuck you like some stranger, like some useless little fucking witch then I'll give it to you."

Amber's strength was nothing compared to Ned's, he grabbed her bound wrists tightly and stretched them once more, painfully above her head. She struggled and wriggled as he fastened them to the wooden board but it was to no avail. Her struggling stopped as she yelped and winced, the binding so tight, so painfully tight, around her wrists now. Drawing fresh tears from her eyes as her hands throbbed from his actions.

"This is how Stropwell would rape you, Amber. This is how he does it. I've seen him, how cruel he is to his girls. I thought, coming in here, I could change all that. I could be nice to the girls, pleasent. But no, you keep insisting on pain. Well, here it is, Amber. This is what you want."

"Ned...Ned no please...this...this isn't what I meant...it's just that you're so big, so strong and I...I am.." Her words were cut off by a scream, loud and long and full of anguish as his fingers pinched her swollen bud fiercely. Pulling and twisting, making her arch her back and hips, trying to end the pain tearing her body apart, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh god...no please...please stop...Ned...oh Ned please I beg you...please...!" Whimpered cries of desperation flying from her lips as he tortured her body.

He did let go but only to grasp her hips and begin to pummel her hard, long and hard, thrusting his large member deeper and deeper inside her. Amber sobbed and cried as he took her harshly, rutting against her like an animal taking another in the wild. Her bound hands beginning to tingle as the blood flow was staunched. Her sex aching and stinging with each pounding movement of his hips against hers. Each thrust crushing her swollen bud between, drawing moans and groans each time.

Her body trembling more and more as his movements grew more frantic, his hands moving to hold her large breasts tightly, painfully. His eyes looked down at her, but he didn't see her...
Amber winced as the bed shifted beneath them, his fast thrusts shifting the mattress slightly, making something dig into her back. She knew what it was. The small pouch with her cards and her book and other belongings. Proof if any was needed that she no church goer...but it proved nothing else, the book contained her recipes for teas and salves, poems about the moon...but she knew if Ned were to find it...she would in for worse treatment than that he was already inflicting upon her.
Whimpering as his body crashed into hers, she sent up a silent prayer that the bed would hold and her secret would be kept...for a while yet at least...long enough for her to think of a way to escape this hell into which she had been thrown.

 

[poohlive]

He didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep going. He could feel that stir within him, deep and knowing, wanting to fill her up with his seed, use the rest of her body, spend her until she cried deep into his arms, and then take what was left and fuck her senseless.

But, he couldn't... he had to bit his lower lip, and groan, but his rhythm slowed, and then came to a stop, buried deep inside her still. He didn't move, twitching, his cock enfuriated that they did not continue.

"I'm sorry Amber, I'm so sorry," He reached up, untying her. Not just from the bed, from the bindings as well. He let her hands come down to her sides, the poor thing. She looked scared, shaken, unwanted.

And he did want her, he wanted every part of her.

"If you stop fighting, I can make it feel good, Amber," He whispered in her ear, massaging the parts he had just sent with pain, as if rubbing the hurt away. His tongue came out, to lick at her wounded breasts, to once more bring them around.

His hand went back to her clit, flicking again, touching, loving it as he had done so before. Before the ordeal, before any of it.

"We can make love, we can be together, Amber. Just enjoy the moment."

He rocked his hips, slowly, surely, rolling into her. Not even thrusting, just small circles, moving inside of her, pleasurable. Small circles of pleasure, letting her feel him, get used to him.

"It's all for you, my love."

 

[Rockingham]

"I don't think God's listening."

He watched the letter drop from her hands, it danced from side to side, landing just where she had taken it on the desk. It almost even folded back up, how pretty was that.

Almost brought a tear to his eye.

No, now the way her ass, those young fertile cheeks of her, how they danced in the moonlight, that was a thing of pure beauty. If anyone were to bring a tear to his eye, it would be that.

And then she turned, and her breasts, uncovered to the world, heaving with her breath, which seemed to defy gravity. And those rosey nipples too. Wasn't she a peach?

"I found out about his little disappearing act a few hours ago," he pointed to the note himself, "Guy must have run off in a hurry. Only two reasons why a man would run off in such a fuss, not even bothering to finish his work downstairs. He either wanted to clear his name, or get as far away from it as possible."

Did she think of running, think of trying for the door. He saw it in her eyes, that fear, a dull census of options running through her head. Either she fought, or she ran for her life.

"I wouldn't... if I were you. You see, the boss may be gone, but there are still guys watching the place. Big, hungry guys. They've got orders, you see. If any female comes out of this house unescorted, they are to bring her in... that is of course, after they are allowed to have their fun. I would say there's about 6 guys in all guarding the perimeter. Can you imagine that, one of them grabbing you, dragging you kicking and screaming out into the barn, where others are waiting, slowly undressing."

He wanted her to imagine it, put the fear of running into her, make her stay here. That's where she needed to be, here with him.

"Maybe they'll be nice at first, take turns one at a time. But not after awhile. Soon, they'll fuck any and every hole you got. One from behind, one taken above, another in your mouth, and the other two will want your hands on them. Does that excite you, make that little cunny of yours wet with anticipation, being raped by so many different men, fucked like a common whore begging for a man's seed inside of her?"

He had a hat, large brim, low on his head. He sat on one of the couches, most of him cast in shadow. All she could see were the dark pupils of his eyes, swimming liquid in the dark.

"Come on out from behind that desk, girly girl. Let ole Danny get a good look at you."

It wasn't a question.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"I don't think God's listening."

Avalon's breath caught, her body tensing at the sound of that voice, hushed, menacing, dripping with venom no matter how soft, and unfamiliar. Golden eyes quickly dart around the room, trying to take in every dark nook, see into every shadow, His figure looming in the darkness as her gaze came to rest on Him. She could not really see Him, sitting on the couch in the corner, letting the deceptive play of light and shadow hide Him from her.

He was right, the only one listening was Hell Itself.

Turning toward the voice, Avalon searched that shadow for a face, and was greeting only with those black pools for eyes, staring out at her, the flicker of the candle behind her reflected within... He spoke, and what He spoke of, men, rape, torture, pain, only made the helpless girl begin to shiver...

A scream, loud and long and full of anguish cut thru the darkness, thru the relative quiet of the study, for a moment overshadowing both her and the Stranger.
Avalon closed her eyes as her body shuddered at the sound, pain, fear, desperation, anguish, horror, terror, hopelessness, were all wrapped up in that scream. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood there, naked, vunerable, unable to see the Stranger, her mind racing now, should she run? Should she fight? Should she scream for help? Would help come? Was He telling the truth that their were others, others like Ned, like the now missing Stropwell, like Him?????

He began to speak, as soon as the sound of the scream faded, in the distance she could hear the girl, moaning, begging, and the grunting of Ned, as He fucked her. Avalon closed her eyes, trying desperately to block out the sounds... But the Stranger's words, again of rape, torture, slithered within ... He feeding her ideas and thoughts for her imagination to twist into the most foul of images of what would happen to her, His words were wicked and obscene....

"Maybe they'll be nice at first, take turns one at a time. But not after awhile. Soon, they'll fuck any and every hole you got. One from behind, one taken above, another in your mouth, and the other two will want your hands on them. Does that excite you, make that little cunny of yours wet with anticipation, being raped by so many different men, fucked like a common whore begging for a man's seed inside of her?"

Avalon could see, in the blankness of her closed eyes... she herself, being dragged into the connecting barn. Lain over a large bale of hay, on her back, head hanging down one side, her legs, lewdly parted, hanging down the other... she trying to scream, only to be silenced by a long length of cock being forced into her open mouth, a man standing over her... she feels another between her legs, she can not see him, can not lift her head to look, all she can see before her is the ass of the man raping her throat as he trusts his cock deep into the desperately sucking mouth. A hand starts rubbing at her, she hears him tell the others that the "witch is soaking wet" ... He plunges into her, forcing his thick cock into the tight entrance to her body, to her womb. Trying to scream, the sound is nothing more than a muffled moan around the cock fucking her mouth now... her saliva coating him, just as her own juices, slick and heated, flood over the cock that is now driving deeply into her pussy, those silken walls tightening, pulsing around him with every thrust.. another man on one side of her, taking her nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking, another man on the other side, pinching and rolling that nipple before he too begins to feast upon it, feeling it warm and swell... her body shuddering, trembling as she tries to beg them to stop...
Beg them to stop...

Please... stop.... please....

"Please.... nooooooo" Avalon whimpers outloud as the twisting images fade from her mind, "pleaseee.... mercy".... She had not even realized she said anything...

"Come on out from behind that desk, girly girl. Let ole Danny get a good look at you."

Avalon let her eyes flutter open, she still with her arms tight about her now shivering body. Swallowing hard, she slowly did step out from behind the desk... letting Him see her full, naked, body. She had several discolorations on her skin from where Ned had manhandled her, but in general she was unharmed, other than a bruise along the side of her face where Ned had struck her, more than once. But even with that bruise, Avalon was a site, petite and pretty, trembling, naked, her eyes, striking golden, staring into the darkness at the Man who now was in control, at least for the moment...

"who are You?" she managed to whisper as she turned a bit to the side, trying to hide herself, at least her more private parts, from His eyes..

Did He realize that she was desperately trying to figure out .. one... did He Himself have a weapon? and two... was He speaking the truth about there being so many others involved in this ????

 

[Rockingham]

The vision of prey, lingering between moving further and running for her life. Even if the stories were true, she might risk it. It was escape, it was freedom. All she had to do was dodge six big brutes of men. One singly frilly little girl could do that, couldn't she?

Barefoot, naked, in unfamiliar forests?

"Nobody in particular. Just a friend. I suppose I'm the new foremen here, if you want to call it that. The replacement... for Stropwell. I even borrowed his hat, do you like it?"

He took it off, revealing himself. Young, strong, short brown hair and dark peering eyes came out to her. It was a vision of handsomeness. He smiled, thin strong lips forming just curves at the edge of his hollow cheeks.

"It certainly does complete the ensemble," He stared at her, drinking her in. She was a fine wine, just come up from the cellar, ready and eager to be corked, to have someone taste of her.

"Now, I said get over here. I do not like repeating myself. If I repeat myself, Miss Avalon, we are going to have problems here. And, by we, I mean you. Do you understand?"

He wanted to see more of her. If he could have her next to him, let him touch her. That pale skin under the moonlight just made his entire body quiver with anticipation.

"Such a bad girl, escaping from her cell, reading other people's letters, and now disobering orders. Goodness, whatever am I to do to a young frilly thing such as yourself? Perhaps a punishment. Yes... that is it. But, a suitable one, nontheless, do you not think Avalon?"

He stood up, coming close to her, next to her. She could smell his desire, feel his excitement. He smiled as his hands came up, to place Stropwell's large brimmed hat on her head.

"What kind of punishment should I give you, my dear?"

 

[flithymind]

The Reverend Gatlin Smythe (picture) sat staring out of his window.

These troubled times left him sleepless and concerned. His Bible sat weighty and brooding under his right hand. He had searched so long for the answers to the questions that troubled him.

These girls were witches... that was wrong. It was against God's teachings. They had to be punished, they had to.

But the vehemence of somes of the town's folk's persual of them left him confused. There was no doubt in his mind that some were using political or old social grievances for accusations of witch-craft. And those Hunters, were they really the experts they claimed to be? Or simply bounty hunters catching whomever brought the biggest price?

But that was the job of the trials, wasn't it? To find guilt or innocence? And these girls, they weren't God fearing women as they claimed to be. It was true that many of them had not been seen at church for months. And their capture was good for 'business'. Church attendances had been at their highest since he had joined the Parish, as people prayed for salvation or protection. And the donation trays were brimming.

But was the church a business? God's word could not be sold like a commodity.

No, these girls had to be punished. They must be evil. Take that Abigail who had prostrated herself, begging for his mercy on his last visit. She seemed to be offering herself to him for his help. He had been forced to test her commitment to the Bible's words... and she had shown her unwilling... so easily sucking his turgid cock. She had failed. He had to do that to prove it, didn't he? The stirring he had felt in his loins was only natural... she was a wicked temptress. Tempting a Priest, trying to corrupt him through sex. If that was not proof of evil, what was?

These were troubling times indeed.

As the rain drummed down on the leaded window before him, Smythe made up his mind.

He had to content himself that these girls were all truly Godless. If he could save them, he must.

Throwing his cloak about himself, he strode into the rain, heading back to the cells and barn where the girls were being held, Bible stoically thrust under his arm.

 

[Britwitch]

"I'm sorry Amber, I'm so sorry,"

Amber lay there sobbing beneath him, her body alive with discomfort and pain from what he had just done to her. Her breasts stinging where his fingernails had dug into the smooth flesh, her sex feeling on fire from the harsh treatment his fingers and thrusts had dealt it. Barely noticing as he untied her hands, moving them to lay by her sides. Her body shaking and trembling as she looked up at him, fear shining bright in her blue eyes.

"If you stop fighting, I can make it feel good, Amber,"

Amber hissed slightly through her teeth as his tongue licked at her breasts, the small scratches biting into her as his tongue passed over them. Then moving to flicker over her nipples.
His hand slithering back down her body to the swollen, now aching, bud between her legs and began rubbing and massaging it. She whimpered as it throbbed, sending mixed messages to her mind of intense pain...tempered with a little pleasure...

"We can make love, we can be together, Amber. Just enjoy the moment."

Amber could feel his hips start to move against her once more, wincing instantly, expecting them to come crashing back into her wounded, aching body once more. But they didn't. He merely rocked them slightly, barely moving at all, his member almost rolling slightly inside her. In other circumstances Amber knew it would probably be a most pleasurable feeling. But not like this...never like this...

"It's all for you, my love."

He kept calling her 'love'...that was what confused Amber the most. She had known him as a friend before all of this but he had never given her a second glance as far as romance was concerned. His eye had always seemed to be upon Avalon...poor Avalon, Amber thought...had he called her his love tonight too?Surely he couldn't mean it...
And if he didn't mean it...what was he going to do with her once he had satisfied his current desires...? Besides which, she doubted Stropwell would simply let her go once Ned had finished whatever he had in mind with her...

"Please...please Ned...I'll do whatever you want...just....just don't hurt me anymore..." Her voice was scarely above a whisper, trembling and scared. And full of uncertainty.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon began to tremble, the motion shivering thru her, intensifying as this Stranger spoke. There was something chilling about Him, where Stropwell was creepy and Ned just insane, this Man, was chilling, because Avalon knew that He... was evil... and smart... a very dangerous combination.

She stood there as He spoke, the words slithering around her, caressing her, tasting her like the tongue of the snake in the Garden of Eden... and His smile, if one wanted to call it that, dripped with venom... He was the Snake, the Serpent, He was Satan Himself, Avalon realized, and she, was caught in His web...

"please" she whispered, it was a plea, a prayer, offered, hushed, to the Snake.. She herself could not move, so He stood to His full height, His face appearing in the flickering light, which only made Him look more ..... dangerous... predatory...

"please, don't do this, please help us" she begged.. meeting His dark eyes, just as He stepped close.. He was handsome, but then again, wouldn't the Devil Himself, the Snake, make Himself handsome, who would even give the time of day to an ugly Devil...

Stropwell's hat came to rest upon her head, her gaze into His eyes, searching for mercy, for kindness, for compassion, now veiled for a moment as the wide brim shadowed her face..

Avalon no longer heard any more screams, and the silence was just all the more, deadly... what was happening back in the Dungeon? But she knew that she needed to be more concerned as to what... would be happening to her...

 

[poohlive]

"No more pain, Amber. I'll never hurt you. So long as you do as I say, I will make sure you never get hurt again."

He moved lower onto her body, low enough to take a bruised breast into his mouth, sucking it, licking it, trying desperately to fix the damage he had done.

Instead, he looked to her, his eyes heated, daring. She was so frightened.

"You must look at me, Amber. Look right at me."

Moving lower, he was aligned right now. His cock did not plunge straight into her depths. It came in at an angle, and as she looked at him, as they were soo close now, minds and hearts nearly touching, he pushed in.

The head of his cock pressed against the top of her pussy, dragging along, pushing against those bright folds. It was different for her, new, but that wasn't the best part.

From all the folds and slips, it came to a nice smooth area. His cock brushed against it, pressed, causing sweet frictionless movements between their bodies.

Her g spot.

"There it is, shh, Amber. Just keep looking at me, keep concentrating. Feel me inside you."

His hands held her hips in place, sweat pouring from his brow. He looked like a surgeon working his finest operation. His cock moved back and forth against. Always brushing that spot, rubbing it with the head of his cock. He didn't fuck her, he just pushed in far enough to constantly touch it.

It sent tingles up his spine the way she loosened and contracted on his cock now, the way he could feel her want to go in deeper, to take all of her. He wouldn't have it.

Even his own cock, the head with so many nerve endings, it too felt so aroused at the touch, so excited. He could not hold out much longer with just these small touchings.