Witch Hunt

[stubborn wench]

Abby sat in a corner with the blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders. It was made of coarse, scratchy wool, and smelled of horses, but it was warm, and it covered her. She kept her eyes averted from the drying puddle on the floor, and listened to the echoing cries, which were now nearly constant background noise in her world. She would not pause to consider what was happening to the girls, to elicit such dreadful, frantic wails - she only clutched the blanket more snugly about her, and fought to keep from crying.

The wink of metal in the meagre light caught her eye, and her gaze flickered over the tiny cross, now wedged between two stones in the rough floor. She stared at it a long time, the gleaming spot in the darkness sometimes doubling and trebling as tears stung her eyes, but she clenched her teeth and blinked them back.

And looked away. The cross was no comfort, anymore.

Smythe had torn it from her throat in one fierce motion, and flung it wide, cursing her weak faith, and her pride.

He had thrust deep enough to choke her breath, until she clung with both hands to his frock coat, to keep from falling over. At the same time marvelling and admonishing her wickedness, he drove himself balls-deep, holding her by the hair, so that she could feel his vile organ pulsing at the back of her throat.

He'd sneered at the inevitable animal grunts and retching noises she made as she fought to keep her lips sealed around his cock, and she'd struggled desperately to control her stomach, even as she drooled down her chin and onto his shoes.

As though he could sense her desperation, Smythe suddenly broke rhythmn, and without warning, forced his manhood violently down her throat, and held it there. In vain, Abigail struggled against the reflex - to breathe - then, in a panic, to free herself - but he did not relinquish his hold until a glurt of sour vomit covered his trousers.


Thoroughly disgusted, he'd pushed her away from him and left the cell, calling her the Devil's filthy whore.


And now here she was, alone again - locked up again....the screams of other women filling her head - as if he'd never been there. As if the entire exchange, her plaintive appeals, the vague promises, the humiliating service she'd performed on her knees - had any of it even happened?

She glanced again at the putrid puddle on the floor, and supposed it was a small comfort.

 

[Rockingham]

"You want help, my dear? And I'm supposed to give it to you, out of what, kindness and mercy? Am I supposed to dig into my heart, to find this all wrong and offensive, and tell you that you may go... please, run before others can find you?"

He shifted next to her, as if coming in for something. A kiss, a touch? It did not matter, he moved, positioned, his body clung next to hers for a second, as if a small caress...

And then he moved to the desk, sitting atop of it. His legs dangled down, one on either side of her.

"You are weak, Avalon. Listen to yourself. You are weak and scared and think someone else can help you. But what if they can't. What if, you are supposed to get out of this place all by your lonesome, ever think of that? Maybe, this is God's way of testing you, to see how much strength you really have."

One of his boots slid up her curved thigh, just barely touching. It slid up and then down.

"If you truly want help, if you really want to be gone from here. Run. Run now, be damned for the men outside. Maybe they catch you, maybe they don't. But, at least you have a chance. And, if you are indeed caught, then what? No different then what will happen in here, if you remain next to me, is there? I am a single man, but believe me when I say, once I am done with you, you will have wished only five men had their way with your pathetic body."

One of his legs curled around her, almost like a snake, until the boot touched the cleft of her ass. It slowly pulled her to him. Slowly, methodically made her come closer, made her smell him, look at him, made her see the true evil that lay within.

His heart had blackened a long time ago, and now only evil ran through his veins.

"I think," He said, vicious, almost whisper. She was so close that even whisper was loud for her, but he whispered nontheless.

"I think you choose not to run because you like what's happening in here. You like being taken, being used, having your body climax over and over again, while tears stream down your face. Is there pleasure? You have found the most intense pleasure within these confined walls, and even if you do not want to admit it, you want to stay. You want to be raped, you want to be crazy Ned's plaything, or a cumrag for nameless faceless men to use as they please. Is that it?"

He still had not touched her, not skin to skin. His other leg wrapped around her as well. Their sexes met between them, touched, danced next to each other. His erection was noticeable, pressing against the soft fur of her mound.

The grip of his legs was not hard though, merely a way to guide her. And her body went willingly, hadn't it? As if it wasn't his legs holding her here, but his charming eyes which danced upon her skin, or his deep handsome voice which filled her ears. Was that it, did she really want to do this willingly?

"I asked you what punishment you wanted, my dear, and you gave no answer. Does that mean I get to pick myself? I do so love picking punishments..."

 

[flithymind]

Smythe ducked out of the rain into the doorway into the town dungeon. He twisted the black iron handle and the door clunked, groaned and opened inwards.

He looked down at the straw covered floor. Memory and shame burned in his cheeks. He had been here just those few hours ago. Had he done what was right? He convinced himself yes. He was serving as an assistant to witch-craft trials. Reverend Stropwell had said it would be an ardous, difficult task, with many pitfalls. If he, even he a man of the cloth, had been tempted by these witches, if was just more proof of their wickedness. It was no weakness on his part, it was merely evidence. Yes, evidence.

He nodded along to his own train of thought - dragging his eyes from the floor and steeling himself for more challenges ahead.

He could hear moans coming from one of the cells and there, like a beacon was the door to Abigail's cell. Was it her witchery making the door glow like that, or his own bright shame?

Gripping the Bible ever more tightly he strode on down the coridoor, confident in his air of 'right'.

Abigail was already lost to the ways of witches, wasn't she? So why did he feel so drawn to her cell again? Witchcraft? Or was it God's calling? Perhaps the good in her was crying out for one, last chance?

Smythe adjusted his breeches as his manhood shifted uncomfortably.

Well, if she was lost, then no effort could be wasted on her. What better place to start than with the most difficult task. If he could bring her Salvation, then the other girls would surely fall like a house of cards.

He paused outside the cell door, drawing a deep breath and setting his jaw for more of her wicked temptation... and he drew back the giant bolt.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon and the Stranger

"You are weak, Avalon. Listen to yourself. You are weak and scared and think someone else can help you. But what if they can't. What if, you are supposed to get out of this place all by your lonesome, ever think of that? Maybe, this is God's way of testing you, to see how much strength you really have."

She could only stare at Him, her golden gaze fixed deeply within His dark. She swore she could see the fires of Hell burning in this Man's eyes.

What if she was supposed to run, to try and escape by herself? What if this was a test? But something deep inside told her NO, that He was only tempting her, tempting her like the Snake tempted Eden... "Take a bite my dear, you can be as holy as He..." The temptation had been too great for the weak Eve... Avalon was stronger than that. She could not run and leave the others, nor did she believe for a moment that she really would escape, not now.

She felt the almost chilling caress of His boot, gliding up and down the back of her bare leg... curling around her, possessing her, drawing her closer, deeper into His web.. she felt the world seeming to close in around her..


"I am a single man, but believe me when I say, once I am done with you, you will have wished only five men had their way with your pathetic body."

Her breath caught, she felt the coldest of shivers suddenly lace down her spine. It was as if a winter storm had blown in and frozen her. She knew, just knew, that He was speaking the truth..

Her mind was racing.. twisting... trying to come up with a way to survive this, survive this and get the others out.. If she were really a witch, wouldn't that be an easy feat? If she or any of the others were really the witches these men thought they were, this, would not be happening. THEY would be in control.

A sudden thought came to her, a thought that scared her more than anything else had, Ned's rape, Stropwell, Wilton, being caged, being tortured, this one thought, as it flickered into her mind, overshadowed her other fear... she felt the tendrils of terror, terror and complete helplessness begin to tighten around her...

This Man, this Stranger, this Snake, knew damned well that neither she nor the others were witches. But He had no intention of stopping what was happening. In fact, He was going to facilitate the events that would bare this women, herself included, as the most evil of witches, and He, was going to enjoy doing it. In the process, she was sure He would feast upon their fear, as well as their souls.

"tell me who You are" she again asked, desperate to keep her voice steady... strong....

But He ignored the sound of her voice, as if He had never heard it... and guided her closer to where He now sat, upon the desk, His legs now claiming her, she could feel Him, so very close to her, His essence, His evil, His desire, His lust....

"I think you choose not to run because you like what's happening in here. You like being taken, being used, having your body climax over and over again, while tears stream down your face. Is there pleasure? You have found the most intense pleasure within these confined walls, and even if you do not want to admit it, you want to stay. You want to be raped, you want to be crazy Ned's plaything, or a cumrag for nameless faceless men to use as they please. Is that it?"

"no... NO.. I did not run because I refuse to leave the others to suffer. Let them go, Sasha, and any of the others You have locked up down there.. let them go.. and You can do whatever You wish... to me"

There, she had said it, she had offered herself, a sacraficial lamb, to try and get the others free'd. Avalon was not trying to be a hero... her mind had come up with this out of sheer desperation.. she was in the position to do this, the others were not, not at the moment at least.. She had to try.....

"I asked you what punishment you wanted, my dear, and you gave no answer. Does that mean I get to pick myself? I do so love picking punishments..."

"You can do whatever You wish to me... I will scream for You.. I will beg for You... just please let the others go... do not make them suffer as I will.. please... "

Her voice was steady, but barely, her body on the other hand was quaking, being so close to this... Man, this... Stranger... the Snake...

"You won't have to rape me.... I will .... I will.... lay with You... willingly" she offered, the thought nearly making her sick, but she would, she would do what she had to .. to save the others.. if she could...

 

[Rockingham]

"See... now there's that strength I've heard about. This endless revervoir of determination inside of you. I had thought it a myth, a fairy tale of long lost lore. You remember fairy tales, don't you? The hero comes dashing in to save the day, sword in hand, slaying the dragon and rescuing the damsel in distress. Isn't that noble?"

He had to admit, this certainly was a change of pace. Of all the things he expected her to do, run, fight him, cry there mercilesly begging and pleading no over and over again like some cuntrag that's been beaten one too many times, not to offer herself willingly.

Yet, she still had not picked a punishment. The best she could do was offer herself as a willing bedmate.

"But you are not a virgin anymore," He looked into her eyes, as if testing them, as if seeing something still pure remained. No, it had all been tainted, all been used.

All of it? Was there something left?

"I only want what is pure, what is untouched. That's my true desire. My true potential. You can not offer that to me, can you? They have had you in here for hours, nearly a full day, tell me my sweet ambrosia, have they taken every purity from you, every innocence?"

Once more his boot slowly massaged the perfect round apple shape of her ass cheek. A simple motion, pleasure, up and then down.

"You know who I am. You can see it. The others might not know, they might think of me as some friend of Stropwell's, or a simple opportunist who took advantage of a few lonely women that were only accused of being witches because some horny old men wanted to fuck their nubile young bodies. If that helps you sleep at night, you can say it is who I am. But, I think you know... I hope you know.

"It makes your offer that much sweeter if you knew the truth, it makes your willingness that much more rewarding."

His hand touched her for the first time, just her chin, bringing it up to him, to see him, to watch as fire danced in his eyes, and pleasure pooled up like tears inside his pupils. He drew her in for a kiss, a single willing kiss. Even tainted she still tasted of sweet lavender.

"So, my sacrificial lamb, my lost sheep willing to be slaughtered, is there anything of pure innocence you can offer to this humble young shephard?"

 

[Britwitch]

"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."

Amber felt Ned shift, sliding his body down hers slightly, not removing his sex from deep within hers but the position, the feel of it changed. Whimpering and closing her eyes as she felt his mouth fondling her breast once more. Sucking and licking and aching flesh.

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

Amber let her eyes flicker open and looked up with wide, frightened eyes into those so close to her own, his face barely hovering over her own.

Ned moved little lower and then all but stopped his movements within her. Instead softly rubbing and probing the smooth head of his manhood over the same spot deep inside her. Each movement over it send shocks and trembles through her body. She felt her thighs parting almost instinctively, no matter how she tried they would not be closed again as he continued to focus his attentions on the same place.

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

His hands held her still, their grip not harsh but strong upon her hips as he slowly, ever so slowly, rocked back and forth by the barest amount. Amber let a whimpered moan slip through her parted lips as her entire body began to throb and tingle, feeling her chest and face grow flushed as his shaft continued to draw more and more feelings of excrutiating pleasure from within herself.

And all the time, he kept to the same pace. Not driving into her grasping sex, no more thrusting and rutting of his hips angrily against hers. He was almost torturing her in a whole new way. Drawing her body closer and closer to the summit of something she had never experienced before and could not even attempt to imagine.

"Oh god..." She murmured huskily as her entire body began to tremble beyond her control, waves of pulsing, throbbing feelings began to rush through her. Part of her felt as though her body was about to simply explode...maybe this was it. Ned was going to kill her by forcing her to feel pleasure she couldn't even envisage. She couldn't breathe properly as her chest felt tight and her head suddenly light and airy. "Oh...oh god..."

 

[poohlive]

"That's it. Just keep breathing, concentrate on me."

He was here to help her, guide her through this process. His eyes never left hers, holding her up, keeping her there with him. They stuck like glue to her, everything coming up to this moment.

And as she moaned, as she gripped in her first waves of pleasure, he plunged into her depths once more. A slow and steady descent inside of her, letting her contract around him, clamp down, ease him in further.

He wanted her to feel it, feel this ultimate pleasure as he fucked her. He moved, a slow but deep rhythm, pulling out of her and then thrusting back inside. Back and forth on her, touching against her clit, massaging that smooth spot inside, licking at her nipples.

"Cum for me, Amber. Show me how much you enjoy this," His eyes on her, concentrating, giving her all the love he could offer.

"Cum for me."

He groaned in ecstacy.

 

[Britwitch]

"That's it. Just keep breathing, concentrate on me."

Amber felt his movements grow more pronounced, sliding deeper in her tight, trembling depths once more.
His words washing over her as her body began to drift away from reality. Feeling almost as though she were watching herself from above, her body shaking and bucking, writhing under Ned's strong frame. Her back arching, offering her round breasts to his hungry mouth.

"Cum for me, Amber. Show me how much you enjoy this...Cum for me."

His words meant little to her but his tone and the groan that followed it spoke volumes. Crying out as her body exploded with pleasure, a million and one tingles shooting up and down her spine and out to every inch of her body.
For the first time in her young life, Amber was experiencing the dizzying heights of sexual climax...and tears jumped to her eyes as she realised she had shared it...along with her innocence...with Ned...in a cell...from which she may never escape...
To Ned, her tears may well have looked like those of joy too great to expressed any other way. But as her body shook and spasmed beneath Neds, the tears welled in her blue eyes and split down her flushed cheeks.
Unintelligible moans and whimpers left her lips as the climax began to relinquish it's control on her body, slowly bringing her back down to earth. Only to feel Ned's thrusting, humping movements were getting quicker and quicker.
Amber realised his own 'climax' could not be far off and should he fail to withdraw from inside her...oh the thought was too much to bear...she could not risk falling pregnant...not with his child...not like this...
"Ned...Ned please..." But her body had not yet recovered enough for her words to make any sense.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"You know who I am. You can see it. The others might not know, they might think of me as some friend of Stropwell's, or a simple opportunist who took advantage of a few lonely women that were only accused of being witches because some horny old men wanted to fuck their nubile young bodies. If that helps you sleep at night, you can say it is who I am. But, I think you know... I hope you know. "

She knew, she indeed did know. Her assumptions had been correct. She could see it in His eyes, those same eyes that had stared at Eve in that Biblical garden...

Avalon knew well Who she was dealing with. She felt her heart thudding heavily in her chest, the sound so loud in her ears that she thought for sure that He could hear it. He was still caressing her with the leathered tips of His boots, gently, soothing, up... then down.... up... then down...

The web... was tightening...

"It makes your offer that much sweeter if you knew the truth, it makes your willingness that much more rewarding."

"I know who..... You are..." she finally whispered, she could barely hear her own voice over her wildly beating heart.. "I knew the moment I looked into Your... eyes..." As those words slipped past her trembling lips, she tore her eyes from His, suddenly terrified of what she would see..

But the touch of His finger, sliding under the curve of her chin, lifting, guiding her eyes back to His. She thought she could see Him laughing in those eyes, and, she thought she could hear the screaming of the damned...

"So, my sacrificial lamb, my lost sheep willing to be slaughtered, is there anything of pure innocence you can offer to this humble young shephard?"

The obvious had been stated, Avalon was no longer a virgin, Ned had ripped that from her not a day before. Just the thought made tears flood her eyes once more, as she stared into His, large wet droplets trailing down her cheeks.. wetting His finger that still lay poised just beneath her now quaking chin... the rape came flooding back into her mind... memories that would haunt her for the rest of her young life.... her breath caught as she relived what happened at Ned's hands...

Secured to the Xcross

Helpless

Virginal...

Vunerable...

Terrified...

Avalon was helpless as he feasted upon her, his tongue now thrusting into her dripping wet sex.. wiggling and tasting, licking along the slit, teeth raking her clit. The feelings that were exploding thru her were confusing and uncontrollable and she found herself rocking to his mouth, her hips beginning to roll slowly... "That's it" she heard him grunt, he using one hand to open the folds of her cunt and expose the dark, swollen peak of her clit again. He flicked his tongue over it, feeling her shudder, hearing her groan.. he continued to flick his tongue over it, then taking it into his lips for a light suckle. She was trembling, quaking, and moaning continuously now.. he thrust his thick finger back into her, his tongue circling that pulsing clit of hers, his breath warm over it..

Avalon could not help what happened, the wave of pure pleasure that shot thru her, that made her shudder almost violently upon that X, she bit down on the ball gag as she came, a spilling of sweet fluids rewarding Ned for his... actions. Hungrily he lapped at what she fed him, drinking from her, feeding from her orgasm as her body shook against the bindings that held her.

Ned quickly wrapped first one leg about him, then the other. Grabbing his cock in hand, he rocked forward and into the struggling, writhing, gagged Avalon. His thick hard cock forcing it's way into the well lubed, slick, wet,tight entrance of Avalone Paige's body, into her virginal sex.

Ned sneered as he felt the barrier that marked her as a true virgin, and reared back, his cock slipping from her raped sex, he plunged forward and broke thru, tearing, her blood spilling over his cock, slick and warm. Avalon arched her back in pain, her legs tightening around his hips as he rocked all the way inside her, feeling the silken walls of her sex embrace him, wrapping tightly around him. A scream tried to erupt from her throat and thru the gag that she viciously was biting down on.. the sound a vibrating moan that shook thru her whole body. Her sex spasmed around him, the muscles adjusting to his length and size.. her sheath slick and tight.

Ned's lust and arousal were now in full control, he grabbing her hips.... his own hips bucking forward and back as he takes her, fucks her... his cock coated slick with her own lubrication and blood... her body shuddering with every hard thrust.. her breathing comes in rythmic gasps to his pounding. She was vice like tight, wrapping around his cock with every plunge into that wet hole... his balls slapping wetly against her ... His own breathing comes in grunts and groans as he fucks her... bodies rocking.... she writhing... he ramming deeper and deeper into her body... the head of him slamming into her cervix.. making her face contort in pain and pleasure, a obscene combination... He smiled down at her as he raped her, her own juices dripping from his lips.

It did not take Ned long, his hard bucking into her increasing in speed... he ramming, pounding into her, the feel of her body against him, her legs wrapped tight about his waist, her pussy open to him, filled with him, no it did not take him long.... "ahhhhh YESS" he groaned when he knew he was about to cum, Ned reached down with one hand and began to manipulate her clit once again, her eyes snapping open and staring at him... "STOP... " she screamed in her mind.... "don't... DON'T MAKE ME CUM AGAIN" her mind screamed over and over.

The horrible memory faded... Avalon choking back a scream...

She was used, tainted, broken... yet.....

She still had one pure part of her... Avalon was not a witch, she never had been, she never would be. Her healing teas and herbs and plants were as natural as the sun rising, the rain falling, the leaves turning to firey bright colors every year. She was pure, she believed, she prayed, she worshipped...

Her soul....

Pure... untainted, untouched, it was her soul that had allowed her to sacrifice herself, her soul that had taken into consideration the others who were trapped, her soul, that held her purest light, love, life...

"Is there anything of pure innocence you can offer to this humble young shephard?"

Could she offer her soul? Knowing just WHO He was? It was all she had left to bargain with... all she had left that was pure...

Avalon's legs weakened under her and she fell to her knees before the Man sitting on the desk... her eyes still locked in His... She did not even have to say anything, her offering shined in her eyes, the purest essence that was her soul, was her life...

 

[poohlive]

"Yes... yes Amber... Oh yes."

She had said please, tears of happiness falling from her cheeks. He reached up to lick them, the salty taste like fine wine on his tongue. She had done so well, so perfectly, his little Amber. He could do nothing but return her favor.

If she wanted it, he would give it to her. She had asked please.

His rutting began again, his single minded thrusting into her used and battered body. It was not as intense as before, not purposely trying to hurt her, but to simply feel the best part for himself. The greatest pleasure he could derive from her hot wet tight folds.

She offered everything to him. Her legs spread, her back arced, her rosey red lips slightly parted.

He kissed her, furiously, pleasently, like a lover. An intense lover that wanted to share his orgasm with her, the dizzying heights he weilded.

"Here I cum. Just for you Amber. This is all for you."

He had to say it in raspy catches of breaths, for his body was moving too hard, pistoning in and out of her, a well made machine working at peak condition. He fucked her, his balls slapping against her ass, his body crashing down upon her.

And then he stopped, deep inside, as his cock erupted. His thick hot seed filled her, filled her to the brim, sending shocks of pleasure all the way through him. He bucked, his hips failing him, his knees quaking.

"Oh God," He lay on top of her, no strength left in him, moving to the side so they could both lie down comfortably, hold each other in their arms, love each other in the afterglow of their passion.

He was still inside her, his half hard cock corking her, stopping their juices from escaping.

Kissing her still fresh falling tears, ones she spilled just for him, Ned spoke softly to his lover, "I love you Amber. I love you soo much. Thank you, thank you for this precious gift."

 

[Rockingham]

"Well, aren't you the cute little martyr? Now, I swear, if I knew you would be this willing to begin with, I never would have played with all those other girls. I would have just gone straight to you. Beautiful, young, strong, and willing."

He watched her, kneeling between his legs, like a predator that had just caught his prey, watching it between his huge paws, playing with it back and forth before he ate it, watching it go mad with fear, its little heart beating with such a frantic pace it might explode any minute.

"But, like most martyrs, you sacrifice too much. I don't want your soul, my sweet ambrosia, any more than I want your dignity or pride. Besides, what would I do with an innocent soul anyway? It's about as useful to me as a pair of wings or a golden harp. I need a tainted soul, a corrupt one. And you, my dear sweet angel of a woman, are too Godly for any of that."

He had to move to the side to step off of the desk, otherwise he would have fallen into her. She had bared herself to him, of all people. Few else had done that willingly, after knowing who he was. Rare few.

He circled her, pausing, thinking, eyeing her like a piece of meat won at a fair. His eyes were penetrating, gazing, yet still lovingly handsome. When they looked at her, he almost smiled.

He helped her back up to her feet.

"I was thinking something a little easier, on both of us. Something you have that has yet to be touched by that insane Ned, or tainted Stropwell. Something real, physical, something you have not yet offered anyone..."

His hands ran down her body, a slight trickle of himself, just touching along her skin. His fingers slithered over her, reaching down to her hips.

He pushed her forward, easing her, his body moving with her. They both slowly fell, until he had bent her over the desk.

One hand went down between her legs, touching at that intimate of places, feeling the heat rush from her.

"No... not there, like I said, it is used, touched, it does me no good, but..."

His fingers slowly went higher, tracing from her parted lips to the now seperated cheeks of her ass. They had parted as her legs spread, easing her now against the table.

One finger played against her puckered hole, that little nub, so tight, so unwilling to give.

"There it is. Now, if I'm not mistaken, and I am rarely not, my dear sweet ambrosia, this has yet to be touched by anyone, hasn't it? No man has taken you back here. Your last virginal hole, Avalon."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"There it is. Now, if I'm not mistaken, and I am rarely not, my dear sweet ambrosia, this has yet to be touched by anyone, hasn't it? No man has taken you back here. Your last virginal hole, Avalon."

Eyes closing tightly, her left cheek pressed to the hard surface of the desk she was now bent over. Each touch of His fingers, first at the warmth, the wetness, the velvet softness of her sex, then, just a little higher, at her ass... made her shiver with a cold that seemed to touch every part of her.

Avalon wanted to scream, to beg, to run, to fight, to escape, to do anything she could to not allow this to happen. She had been raped twice already, and now it was only going to happen again.... and again.... and again.... and again... she was not sure she could handle very much more. Yet.. she saw no way out, no way to prevent this, or any of the other rapes of the other girls...

"if... I give You this... will You let the others go?" she whispered, still not opening her eyes.

Give was a funny word. She was in no position to give and she knew that. He would take, He would rip into her, thru her, she would bleed, she would scream, she would feel agonizing pain, and she would be left torn and used, worthless to anyone. No man would take her, have her, after this. She would be alone, for the rest of her life, alone and scorned...

She knew what she would do.. when the others were safe, she would either beg for death, or end her own life, it was the only way she knew to get out of this, living alone, never knowing love, marriage, children, would be even worse than enduring this torture for the rest of her life....

"please.... tell me... will You let the others go? Please"

She was trembling, the desk under her creaking as her body shook...

 

[Britwitch]

"Yes... yes Amber... Oh yes."

Amber cried out as he continued to pick up speed and force once again, his hips slapping lewdly against hers, splayed and pinned against the mattress. Wincing a little as she felt his tongue licking away her tears, almost certain she heard a groan escape his lips as he did so. There was no question he was more than enjoying every moment that passed.

"Here I cum. Just for you Amber. This is all for you."

Amber's moans of discomfort grew louder as his speed became frenzied before stopping dead, his member buried deep, deep inside as she felt it twitch and jerk, flooding her insides with warmth. Fresh tears welled up and fell instantly down her flushed cheeks as the reality and fear of pregnancy reared up inside of her.

"Oh God,"
He groaned loudly once he'd regained the ability to move from where he had all but fallen on top of her, shifting to the side slightly, keeping himself within her as he laid his head beside hers. Kissing away the tears that she could not stop even if she wanted to.

"I love you Amber. I love you soo much. Thank you, thank you for this precious gift."

Amber could not reply, her body trembling incessantly beneath his. Feeling his arms around her and his eyes upon her, looking on her as his own.
She supposed she was now, she was his, whether she wanted it or not, no other honest, decent man would want a soiled woman for a wife...and definitely not one who was with child...She stifled a sob at the thought, trying to convince herself that it would not happen. It could not happen...

But even if her worst fears didn't come true there were plenty of others that plagued her thoughts. Ned clearly believed she had 'given' him something, whether it was her innocence or something else she did not know, but she doubted that now he had spent inside her, confessed his love so determinedly, that freedom or escape would be likely at all...and her mind reeled at what the future would hold for her...

 

[Rockingham]

"Don't move," He purred in her ear, "I rather like you in this position."

He admired it for a moment, the perfect submission, the feigned willingness. Reluctant, yes, torn between giving herself up, and selfishly running toward freedom. He saw her legs twitch, one foot ready, eager, nearly screaming to run for the open door.

He moved around the desk, sitting at the chair. He saw her, looking up at him, her head down upon the desk. He took Stropwell's note in hand, reading it over, passing the time.

"Just that, to let all the others go forever? Goodness, you do think highly of yourself. I've had my fair share of virgin ass, young one, and I do not believe it is with three young women in waiting. Maybe... maybe if you were an entire virgin, and I could start from the beginning, showing you what it is really like to be raped, used, tortured, and not these games that Stropwell and Ned have been playing with you. But, as I've said before, and I'm sure you are well aware, you're used goods, my sweet."

He bent his head down, so it too was stuck to the desk. They did make an odd pair, did they not? He could see tears again in her eyes. She must cry all the time, cry herself to sleep, as she was taken, even cry during a negotiation.

And, that's what this was.

"I thought we were discussing your punishment for leaving the cells, and breaking a number of rules set down by someone falsely accusing you of being a witch. The saddest part being, you yourself claimed to actually be a witch, according to Ned. Now, Ned's simple and ignorant, but he wouldn't lie, would he?"

Of course not. She knew it, he knew it, and those poor soul filled eyes knew it as all. He brought her to his lips once more, kissing her. He kissed her because he liked it, he loved feeling the heat of her cheeks, the brush of her hair, the smooth feel of her lips as they played along his own.

He kissed her, because in this line of work, rarely had he raped a woman who actually kissed back.

"But, you want all the girls to be released. Well, you have to offer something far more than what I can take willingly. And, if I'm not mistaken, you have nothing left to offer. Your last betting piece is literally on the table simply for breaking out of your cell...

"Perhaps not. Perhaps you do have something else to offer after all. Mmm, I wonder if you will give it up. You are more than willing to give up your body to be used and abused, but what of more? I am talking of loyalty, my dear sweet ambrosia, supple nectar to my lips. I want you loyalty. Is that on the table, Avalon?"

 

[poohlive]

It took forever to get him composure back, his energy. He had laid there, calm, serene, nodding off from time to time in Amber's loving arms. How he had wished for this moment, this perfect moment with her, to basque in the afterglow of such passion.

"I knew you were no witch, dear sweet Amber. I knew it, I told you the test would be easy. I made it easy for you. Oh, Stropwell would have taken his pleasure, he would have made you scream and cry and use you, but he wouldn't have held you, or let you cum, or feel such deep warm feelings inside."

Ned smiled, knowing he had saved her, he had done her ultimate favor. She would be rescued, and they could go home, and live in peace together.

He would ask for her hand in marriage that very day, this afternoon if he could walk her home.

"I love you so much Amber, and I know..."

His arms wrapped around her, cuddling her, holding her tight, but he paused as his hand slipped around something hard and solid. He didn't quite understand what it was, pulling it from the straw mattress, from behind her back.

A pouch, with writings, poems and pictures and recipes. There were leaves inside, his brow furrowed as he saw them all, saw them and then looked at Amber.

"I don't... I don't understand. These are yours, are they not?"

He saw a poem about the moon, so bright, bone white, perfect in the winter's far twilight. He loved that poem, he remembered her reading it to him one day.

"Amber..." Tears welled up in Ned's eyes as he saw it. Paraphanalia, is what it was. The markings, the dealings, the devil's own stomping grounds for evil.

"How could you do this to me, to us? You said," He was crying now, crying outright for her, for her humanity, for her salvation, for their baby still unborn in her stomache, " You said you were no witch, you said you knew nothing. Why would you hurt me so, Amber?"

 

[Britwitch]

"I knew you were no witch, dear sweet Amber. I knew it, I told you the test would be easy. I made it easy for you. Oh, Stropwell would have taken his pleasure, he would have made you scream and cry and use you, but he wouldn't have held you, or let you cum, or feel such deep warm feelings inside...I love you so much Amber, and I know..."

Amber listened to his words with an edge of worry in her mind. He spoke as if what had happened had been something passionate, something resembling love making...but it was neither. It had been harsh and cruel...and most unwanted.
She was still trembling as she felt him wrap his arms tighter around her before pausing all of a sudden. Amber frowned as she felt him groping around beneath her before removing his hand and held tightly in it was her pouch.
Her heart stopped. It actually stopped beating for a second or two. Her eyes wide with pure terror as he opened it, reading the poems and recipes...

"I don't... I don't understand. These are yours, are they not?...Amber...How could you do this to me, to us? You said...You said you were no witch, you said you knew nothing. Why would you hurt me so, Amber?"

The leaves within the pages fluttering to the ground as the tears flowed down his cheeks. He knelt up on the bed, finally withdrawing from inside her. Causing her whimper as she felt the coolness of his seed and the blood of her innocence now lost forever trickling down between her thighs.

"Y-yes...they are my things but Ned...Ned they mean nothing...I told you I had gone to collect leaves for my headache and you know...you know I carry my poem and recipe book with me, should I forget the leaves I require or in case I have an idea for a new poem...." Panic was rising sharply inside Amber, her face pale as she looked up at him, frozen now with fear. "Poems...and tea leaves...they do not make me a witch Ned...you...you know that...you've drunk my teas...listened to my poetry..." Desperation entering her voice. Fearing both Ned's reaction and the tortures that would no doubt await her up in the house if he didn't believe her. "Listening to poems and drinking tea makes you no more of a witch than I am by writing and brewing them...p-please Ned...please....you've got to believe me...I swear to you..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Don't move," He purred in her ear, "I rather like you in this position."

Her shame flushed over her face, her shame mingled with her complete despair.

"Maybe... maybe if you were an entire virgin, and I could start from the beginning, showing you what it is really like to be raped, used, tortured, and not these games that Stropwell and Ned have been playing with you. But, as I've said before, and I'm sure you are well aware, you're used goods, my sweet."

Each word, as He spoke them, made her wince, shudder, tremble. Avalon was well aware she was nothing more than a used whore... mattered not if she was raped or not, the fault was her own, not Ned's, not Stropwell's, not anyone other than herself. She would never be loved, never be wanted, never be needed, desired, made love to. She would die alone, unwanted, unloved, never missed.

"used... goods" she whimpered to herself.. "nothing but used goods"

"The saddest part being, you yourself claimed to actually be a witch, according to Ned. Now, Ned's simple and ignorant, but he wouldn't lie, would he?"

Her tear filled eyes lifted to His.. she had admitted to Ned that she were a witch, those very words had left her lips. Swallowing hard, she tried to speak, to say something, anything in her defense... She was being raped at the time, beaten, she was terrified, and would have said almost anything so that Ned would not kill her...

yes... she had admitted to being a witch...

"no.. Ned is not lying" she finally hushed, sobbing quietly as she looked up at Him, her eyes filled with who she was, her pure soul, her still virgin heart, filled with shame, with her lonliness, knowing none would love her, filled with her helplessness, with her hopelessness...

His kiss, soft, tender, the touching of lips, quivering, hers moistened by her tears. He kissed her, as if He... wanted her... desired her... Avalon felt her mind trying to snap, to let go, to give in, to beg for Him.. He wanted her?? Didn't He???

She kissed Him back, letting her lips part to His, her tongue seeking the touch, the caress, the entwining of His, a low moan vibrating past, from her throat to His, she feeding Him her breath, her want, her need, her despair...

"you have nothing left to offer. Your last betting piece is literally on the table simply for breaking out of your cell........Perhaps not. Perhaps you do have something else to offer after all. Mmm, I wonder if you will give it up. You are more than willing to give up your body to be used and abused, but what of more? I am talking of loyalty, my dear sweet ambrosia, supple nectar to my lips. I want your loyalty. Is that on the table, Avalon?"

"yessss" the word came forth without thought, without prompting.. "yessss... please... please just don't leave me alone... please" Her real fear came pouring out, the fear of being left alone, dying alone, suffering alone, her one weakness, she had even tried to keep Ned close so that she would not be alone, alone and suffering... but Ned had not understood that... He.... surely... did....

Avalon was crying, not sobbing out of control, like a worthless wench left on the street, but crying quietly, knowing that He had ripped away who and what she was, leaving her confused, terrified, and so utterly alone. Neither Ned nor Stropwell had been able to do that, both had used physical means, He, was raping her mind, something so much more devestating to Avalon....

 

[poohlive]

"Brewing?" Confusion ran through him, unsure. Her words felt wrong, twisted somehow. As if she were desperately trying to convince him. He just did not know, some of them made sense. Of course, she had made tea, she made it for him, she loved making him tea.

But, brewing? Witches brewed potions, warlocks used poems for spells The eye of newt and everything. Everything that Stropwell had said. Amber shouldn't be a witch, he knew he too well.

Didn't he? Ned looked at her. He looked her over good and hard. She did leave out into the forest a lot, she regularly went out by herself, coming back with strange plants. And, she had not gone to church in ages.

Did that make her a witch?

Ned did not know.

"Stropwell said," He explained to her, tried to get her to make sense of it for him, "He said these were the tools of the devil. Witches brewing teas for poisons and spells. Magic to be used. They made your headaches go away... like magic, did they not? Oh God, Amber..."

The cell was locked, and closed. He got up, going to the door, hoping no one was outside, no one could hear.

"If they found this with you, if they knew... they would think you a witch in a heartbeat, and never hear any of your excuses..."

He came to her, kneeling before her, one hand on either of her parted thighs. He was between them, watching as her blood and his cum mixed together, leaking out of her.

It smelled soo good.

"I know you're not a witch though. I can feel it in my heart. The way you held me, how you made love to me, no witch would have done that. You did make love to me, didn't you Amber? We shared something special here, something wonderful..."

He looked into her eyes, such love and trust there. She could have said anything and he would have believed her. He was a loyal dog, following her, wanting her affection and attention. Anything, everything.

He wanted it all.

 

[Rockingham]

"Is that it... oh, and the truth shall set you free my little nectar. You just don't want to die alone."

And she wanted him? No, no she didn't. He could feel it. She didn't want him, she wanted someone else, anyone else, but now that she was who she was, all that remained was him. And in the end, she would rather take him than no one.

"And you would swear loyalty to me, to not be alone? If you do, I will always be by your side. I could train you, my little one. Oh yes... you would do well to train with me."

It brought so many ideas up to him, so many wonderful ideas. He had to test her out, had to try out what he wanted her to see, what he wanted her to do.

He would have her ass, taking it as her last virgin entrance. But, he would not take it, no... she would give it willingly. As she had given everything else. That was for another time though, when they could be alone to enjoy it more. For now, other, more important matters arose.

"Follow me," He held out his hand, grasping hers lovingly, taking it close to him. He smiled as her delicate fingers found his. He had to lead her downstairs, lead her to where her new toy would be waiting.

"To swear loyalty is not a lighthearted contract you make, sweet ambrosia. It is not like a rape, you can not simply lie back and wait for me to simply take you. You must make choices, choices I prefer, ones I wish to see accomplished. If I asked you to run from this place, only to get caught and have nameless faceless men take you, you will simply nod and let it be so. That is what it means to be loyal to me."

She knew who he was, what he was, she knew taking loyalty to him would mean her choices would eventually blacken her heart, taint her soul. And then, she would be his forever.

"So, do not accept it lightly, dear nectar. Do not say it without knowing full well how this will change you. If you go back after you swear to me, if you ever cross me once you are mine... you will suffer fate worse than death, worse than rape, worse than the blackened pits which spawned me."

They stood next to Sasha's cell, it hung open, low. She was lying in her bed, after another bruised and battered treatment from Stropwell and his men. She looked so loving the way she curled up, those purple bruises opening like flowers on her skin.

"Avalon," He purred into her ear, taking his own hand, and cutting deep a vein. It bled, but it was pure black. Blacker than the darkest of twilights, blacker than the pupils of his soulless eyes.

"If you accept, drink it, take it into your heart and begin your life anew, with me.... always by your side."

 

[Britwitch]

"Brewing?"

Amber chided herself for using such an emotive word, knowing the images it no doubt conjured in Ned's mind.
Her heart was pounding louder and louder in her ears, she was sure that if it continued to do then Ned would surely hear it.
His eyes flicked from the things he held in his hand to her face, to her body and back again. A faint flicker of hope entered her thoughts and her heart...if he truly believed she was a witch he would not waste time in acting in such a way...she could tell he was uncertain about what to believe...

"Stropwell said...He said these were the tools of the devil. Witches brewing teas for poisons and spells. Magic to be used. They made your headaches go away... like magic, did they not? Oh God, Amber..."

"But do not the powders and potions of an apothecary do the same...and yet they are not hounded as witches or warlocks..." Amber replied quietly, trying not to plead. To plead would be to sound desperate, as if she had something to hide. She watched her eyes wide as he got up off the bed and moved towards the door, almost checking it.

"If they found this with you, if they knew... they would think you a witch in a heartbeat, and never hear any of your excuses..."

Amber tried to banish the terrified imaginings from her mind about what would happen if they did find her poetry and recipes...frightening images of hands probing and abusing...being defiled by more than one man...being defiled by objects...she shuddered...

"I know you're not a witch though. I can feel it in my heart. The way you held me, how you made love to me, no witch would have done that. You did make love to me, didn't you Amber? We shared something special here, something wonderful..."

Amber hesitated ever so slightly. Knowing her immediate fate now lay entirely in Ned's hands. What happened to her after this would be completely up to him. He could keep her belongings a secret and keep her 'as his own', as he kept saying he wanted to. Or he could hand her and her belongings over to Stropwell and let her suffer further degradation, humiliation and pain at his hands...
His eyes boring into hers as he knelt between her parted thighs, his eyes flickering away from hers to glance at the bloody mess seeping from between her swollen sex.
She could not lie, not outright to him. Even though to be taken as she had been had been frightening and humiliating. She needed to keep him on her side. After all, she may very well be carrying his child...an unmarried mother was worse than a woman who had simply lost her virtue...

"We have shared something, Ned...something special and wonderful that I'll never share with another..." She spoke softly, gently, making sure her eyes looked deep into his to show her earnestness. "Please...Ned..." She reached up to lay a slightly trembling hand against his face. "Please...don't leave me here alone...I...I need you Ned..."

 

[poohlive]

"We did share something special, didn't we?"

He looked down at her parted legs, the red puffy lips that stayed open. Her blood and juices fell out onto the bed, mixed with his own semen. It turned him on just looking at it, just seeing it ooze from her body.

He knelt down, parting between her legs, his tongue coming out, licking at those fluids. It tasted so sensual in his mouth, her virginal blood, his thick cum, the very juices she secreted, urging him further inside.

His tongue came out, to drink all of it. Mouth open against her, licking her, tasting her, drinking everything from her.

"It was soo special. I just feel so confused. I know I should tell Stropwell, but I don't want to hurt you."

He kissed her, bringing his hand around her neck, kissing her deep. Letting her feel the taste of herself, of him, of everything.

"I love you Amber. I do... I can get rid of this evidence. I can make it go away for you. It will just be you and me then, Amber. You and me, together."

He looked into her eyes, so close to her, showing her his soul, the very pit of him under everything else.

"Amber... will you marry me?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Her hand in His, fingers entwined, Avalon followed Him, blindly, from the study, followed Him back into the Dungeon.. Her face was pale, eyes open, but if one were to look deep within those golden hues, they would see that the flicker of fire deep inside had dimmed and was almost gone.

Confused, terrified, alone, broken, raped, abused, accused, and helpless, she had prayed, prayed for salvation and it did not come. She had prayed for mercy, and it did not come. She had prayed for release and it did not come.

Or had it..

Was He..... her salvation?

Was He..... the answer given to her beggings?

If she turned from Him, she would be left in the Dungeon, in the dark, naked, to be raped over and over by any who wished to use her.... And.. she would be alone, totally and completely alone..

" I will always be by your side. I could train you, my little one. Oh yes... you would do well to train with me."

She focused in on the words... always be by your side...

"So, do not accept it lightly, dear nectar. Do not say it without knowing full well how this will change you. If you go back after you swear to me, if you ever cross me once you are mine... you will suffer fate worse than death, worse than rape, worse than the blackened pits which spawned me."

"Avalon," He purred into her ear, taking his own hand, and cutting deep a vein. It bled, but it was pure black. Blacker than the darkest of twilights, blacker than the pupils of his soulless eyes.
"If you accept, drink it, take it into your heart and begin your life anew, with me.... always by your side."

She was breathing hard and fast, staring now into His blackened eyes, it felt as if she were being sucked in, tumbling down into those the midnight shadows of His eyes, screaming, begging, falling... she reaching out, crying out for help, begging to be... saved...

In His eyes, she saw herself, falling into His arms, as Avalon stood before Him, staring into the eyes of Hell, she saw HIM... as He really was. Her own eyes widened for a moment, but where most would look away, well, in reality, most would start screaming and never stop, she did not, her eyes remained locked in His, seeing Him, feeling Him...the real Him... in the depths of Hell...

She let her lips part, her mouth open, to accept what He offered... His blood.... but moreso... she accepted Him... by her side, she at His feet, she would never be alone, never again... the ebon liquid flowed, slithering down her swallowing throat.. His arm lowered, and Avalon's lips brushed the skin, suckling now from the severed vein... a low moan ... building... deep inside her as her soul started to drown....

One small spark inside her, deep inside, hoped that by doing this, she could spare the others, save them, or at least try...

 

[Rockingham]

"There you go, precious... not too much," He brought his hand from her crimson lips, stained with his blood. Everything was stained now though, tainted by him. It ran through her system rather quick, the ice cold of his blood, the thickness as it wormed into her head, through her arms and legs, and straight down to her sex.

It seemed to raise deep fires within there, fires that could never be quenched.

"Just a few drops, my sweet nectar. I don't think you could handle any more... not now."

He smiled, taking her into his arms, embracing her. She was his now, and he kissed her for what she was, a lover, a friend, a companion. Someone he had long missed.

In that kiss, there was loneliness, not from her but from him. To be hated and feared by an entire world, to be used and manipulated for every fate of bad luck imaginable. No one ever wanted to be by his side, except out of fear.

No one would willing help him, be his companion, follow him. But maybe, maybe in her he had found that. Found his own love, if a man as dark as himself could love.

"Oh sweet ambrosia," He broke the kiss, so deep, so long, his own tongue coming to lick the blood from her sweet innocent lips.

"You have a job to do now. Do you see our sweet Sasha in there? She has been beaten and bruised beyond even you. They were mean with her, so I want you to be nice with her. Get the cold water, and the rag, clean her, clean everything, all the filth from her body..."

He stared into those deep set eyes. She still held fire, she still lingered against passion and life even as death coarsed through her.

"And then, I want you to tie her down to the bed, her legs spread. Not too tight, make sure she is comfortable as well. I do not want to see her hurt, ambrosia. Will you do that for your Master? Will you prepare her for me?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

His blood was cold, so very cold. The chill raced thru her, slithering like a snake, a serpent's tongue that curled around her heart... she felt Him deep in her soul, felt the cold, the evil, the darkness.

He pulled His arm from her, leaving small rivulets of blood dancing upon her lips, lacing down the curve of her jaw.

"Just a few drops, my sweet nectar. I don't think you could handle any more... not now"

She was still staring into His eyes as He spoke, and she reached up, brushing her fingers along His cheek. She was His now, Not Ned's, not Stropwell's, His. He would be by her side, always.

He leaning in to kiss her, Avalon opened to Him, willingly, her lips parting as He tasted the remnants of His own blood upon .. her tongue seeking His, meeting, entwining, a low moan from her as she pressed into Him.

He woud stay by her side. Even used, raped, tainted, He still wanted her....

The kiss broke, Avalon taking a deep, needed breath when it did. She was shaking, almost violently. The chill, the darkness, had a hold of her now, the bond was forming... a chain that snaked from her to Him. He the Dominant, she the slave.

"You have a job to do now. Do you see our sweet Sasha in there? She has been beaten and bruised beyond even you. They were mean with her, so I want you to be nice with her. Get the cold water, and the rag, clean her, clean everything, all the filth from her body..."

Avalon turned to peer into the cell, seeing her friend, Sasha, laying there, battered and bruised, marked, she was dirty, naked, shivering. Avalon felt a deep pang of guilt, of shame, for her. She was a friend. Her friend. One of the few she really had.

"be nice with her, clean her, clean everything, all the filth from her body"

Avalon nodded. Yes, yes, she would clean Sasha, calm her, soothe her. She would let her know that she was not alone. Yes....

"And then, I want you to tie her down to the bed, her legs spread. Not too tight, make sure she is comfortable as well. I do not want to see her hurt, ambrosia. Will you do that for your Master? Will you prepare her for me?"

Yes... comfortable.... Avalon would never hurt her. Never. Perpare her for.... Him.... yes... He had not hurt her, no He had not. He had saved her, yessss, saved her. Perpare her for Master... yesssss..

"yes Master... yes " she answered lowering to her knees before Him, leaning down to brush her lips to His booted feet.. "yes... Master"

 

[Rockingham]

"You will do well, my sweet nectar."

Already she could feel it. The magick inside his blood worked fast, filling her with his essence. A dark tainted sense of warmth and relief, like too much sugar flowing inside the body. Sweet beyond sweet, as sweet as the grave.

He looked down upon her, so much stronger than before. Her tears long since gone, only dirty trails remained. He bent to her, cleaning them, making sure her face was unmarked.

His blood did that as well, healing her, unmarking her. Bruises fading, pain dully aching away, leaving only her. Only his sweet slave.

"Go, ambrosia, go and show Sasha what you never felt. Show her kindness and prepare her for Me."