Witch Hunt

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Avalon felt, whole again, despite what she had gone thru, despite the rapes, the accusations of what she was, the little girl staring at her in the church when Stropwell accused her, staring at her like she was some kind of monster. She felt whole again, because of Him...

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

She knew what she was to do. She would bring peace to Sasha, He would being peace to Sasha, just as He had with her. She could not even remember now, just mere minutes later, why she had been so afraid of the Stranger... No.. He was no longer a Stranger, He was her Master...

"Sasha" she whispered as she entered the cell. Never questioning why or how it was unlocked. "Sasha?" her voice was soothing, her eyes alive again, the golden hue within flickering with an unseen fire, HIS unseen fire..

But Sasha remained unresponsive, at least for the moment. Avalon took that moment to leave the cell and gather what He had requested, the large basin of cool water, and a couple of the softest clothes she could find.

He was gone when she returned, but... Avalon knew, felt, that He was not far. She was to prepare Sasha for Him. He would be watching...

"Sasha" she reaching out, letting her fingers ever so lightly touch the bruised skin, wanting to gently rouse her friend.

 

[Britwitch]

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

Amber whimpered as she felt Ned's mouth against her still throbbing and aching sex, licking and tasting both herself and himself upon her lips.
Feeling his tongue flickering between her lips, probing inside, scooping up the liquids flowing from inside her.

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

Before Amber could reply he wrapped his large hand around the back of her neck, pulling her mouth forwards to meet his. His tongue pushing past her lips to share the tastes he had been savouring a few moments before. The metallic taste of blood, the musky taste of her own sex and his along with the salty, almost bitter taste of his seed. As he pulled away, she somehow overpower the urge to grimace at the flavours in her mouth.

"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."

Her heart lifted as he spoke of disposing of her pouch, ridding her of the only evidence to surely condemn her to a fate of....only God knew what...
"You....you would do that...?" Amber murmured, her eyes wide.

"Amber... will you marry me?"

Amber's mouth opened and then shut again.
They were the words every girl and woman longs to hear said to them...by someone that they loved...someone who they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with...
...But not like this...
She could see in Ned's eyes he truly believed what he had been saying, truly felt as though he wanted to spend his life loving her...along with whatever else he decided he wanted with her...
She was certain he was the last person she thought she would be marrying...but she might be carrying his child...being married to the father would at least lessen any shame that was aimed towards her. She also supposed it might get her out of the cells without any further harm or degradation...she might even be able to reason with Ned to help free any others trapped within the darkness...
She knew of many other women who had married out of neccessity...and surely this was a necessary action...choose Ned or choose Stropwell and his tests...choose life or choose death...

"I....I will Ned....yes..." Amber closed her eyes for a moment, trying to swallow the painful lump that was rising in her throat as she listened to herself giving her life entirely into the man between her thighs, his face marked with the blood of her innocence he had taken and then savoured...her voice trembling ever so slightly as she whispered. "I-I'll marry you..."

 

[poohlive]

Ned smiled, joyous shouts erupting from him. He leaped up from her parted thighs, took her in his hands, and picked her up. She was his now, now and forever. He held her, like a little girl, telling her he would protect her, see to her health, make sure everything was arranged

"Oh, Amber. You have made me soo happy."

He put her back down on her feet, kissing her. A hard fierce kiss, a kiss that should be shared with lovers now. They were lovers, they were beyond lovers, they were married.

His tongue dashed for hers, licked at her. Lips smashes together, wanting and needed to feel the taste.

And between them, his cock began to grow, to touch against the pale parted thighs of hers.

When their kiss broke, Ned looked down, almost guiltily, but he could not help it. Ned couldn't help such basic needs. Ahh, but his new wife could. It was her job to help him, her need.

His hands went to her shoulders, easing her down. Not pushing, not struggling, just easing her to her knees, his cock in front of her.

"Please Amber," He loved her, and wanted to share every moment with her, wanted to see how beautiful she looked with his cock deep inside her mouth.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber winced a little as he leapt to his feet, somehow certain it was just a ruse to get her to submit to him and now the angry, violent Ned who had tormented her before would return.
But he didn't...at least not yet...
He jumped around the room, shouting and hollering with a huge grin across his face. Before bending to pick her up under her arms, hugging her to him as he spun them both around. Amber clung to him, her feet far from the ground even in this position and the spinning making her feel uneasy.

"Oh, Amber. You have made me soo happy."

Ned swiftly put her back down on her feet and bent his head, capturing her mouth with his. One hand on the back of her head keeping it in place while his tongue all but assaulted her mouth. Investigating and probing every inch, his lips mashing hers, his stubble that had broken through his skin in the last few hours scratching at the smooth skin of her cheeks, jaw and chin.

Amber gasped into his mouth as she felt his member begin to grow stiff once more, laying against her thigh as it grew.
Ned broke the kiss to look down and then back up at her. A strange new expression creeping on his face.
Ownership.
She felt his hands move to her shoulders and pressing down, not hard but firm enough to leave with no doubt as to what he expected of his bride to be. Sinking to her knees upon the cold, hard stone floor, Amber felt her cheeks flush with embarassment to have his sex so close to her face. She knew what he was wanting, she knew of the acts between married couples that he was going to expect now and forever after their vows...and couldn't begin to imagine the other things he might desire as well...

"Please Amber,"

Trembling, Amber lifted her hands to rest upon his thighs as she tentatively took the head of his sex into her mouth. It tasted the same as the liquids of their union he had shared with her before, metallic and musky, salty and slightly bitter. Conquering somehow the urge to wrinkle her delicate nose and pull away she began to suck, letting her soft tongue roll across the head, hearing a moan leave his parted lips she did it again. She had to please him. She had no choice. It was the path she had chosen for herself...
She felt his hand wrap into her shining black hair, tilting her head slightly until her eyes met his looking down at her, almost benignly, watching as his shaft began to slide deeper into her mouth as he nudged his hips forwards.
Amber tried to pull away slightly as she felt him slipping deeper but the hand in her hair held her where she was. It wasn't pulling or dragging, it merely held her. Almost with a strength she hadn't seen before. He didn't have to drag and pull, it was as if he had her where he wanted her and knew he could now have her anyway he wanted...and if she valued her life, she would have no choice but to obey.
Her eyes watering slightly as he kept them focused on his own, Ned's member began to slip in and out, almost rythmically, bumping now and then against the back of her warm, wet mouth.

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Screaming out, Sasha was awakened from her trance. She felt the skin on hers as it touched here and there on the marks left by Wilton. She was consumed by the smell. So sweet and coppery. Blood. It was life to her.

She opened her eyes, as best she could to see Avalon. Meeting those eyes, seeing the intensity within them, she knew her prayers were answered. The Goddess would grant her serenity and it lay within the hands of her friend.

Longingly, she edged closer to Avalon and let her hands roam. She no longer flinched with pain or discomfort. The closer she knelt to Sasha, the stronger that maddening smell drifted into her subconcious.

"Avalon, you have come to save me" she said "Goddess, be praised."

 

[poohlive]

She knew just how to please him, just what he wanted. There were no cries for help, refusals or begging. She did her duty as a good wife. Slipping to her knees before him, taking his cock in her hands, touching, lightly playing.

He could feel the coolness of her breath, the touch of her tongue as it rolled against him. He had to moan, gasping at each touch she made. The world spinning around him as ecstacy filled his very pores.

Leaning back, he sat against the bed. His hips coming up, his knees parting wide, more than enough room for her to continue sucking his cock. Sucking, taking it in deeper, filling her mouth with all of him. His hips bucked, slightly, as if fucking her tight mouth. He loved the feel of her around him, warm velvet.

Not as good as her cunt, but still damned good. And that tongue, the way she moved out, how she tentatively tasted, rolled it over and over, pushed it further.

He hit the back of her throat, her tears welling up. A moment of panic, confusion for her. Oh, his poor wife had not experienced such wonderful pleasure. She was still so naive at times, he remembered.

Holding her head still, steady, her eyes fixed on him, he prepared her.

"This will not hurt, if you accept it. I will never hurt you, my dear sweet Amber. When it hits the back of your throat, just move like you are swallowing. Open wide, don't panic. I am right here to help you, right here to love you my wife."

He pressed against the back of her throat again, a second, third, and fourth time. Each push was harder, each thrust against the back of her throat more determined. It felt ready, eager to slide down her throat, before he pulled off.

Then, his eyes held her in his power, his hands tightened their grip on her hair, and in one swift fluid motion he pulled her down on him, entering her throat.

God, the tightness, vising against him. Already she had taken all of him, swallowing, her nose right up against his patch of curled hairs. Her mouth, so small, so sweet, filled with his cock, right down to the base.

"Oh god, that is soo good," He released her from it, from the depths of her, going back into just her mouth. It had been so incredible, she had been so incredible. He would not last long if he did that a few more times.

It brought a naughty smile fo his face.

"Are you ready again, my naughty little wife? Tell me, tell me you want my dirty cock inside your mouth."

 

[Britwitch]

"This will not hurt, if you accept it. I will never hurt you, my dear sweet Amber. When it hits the back of your throat, just move like you are swallowing. Open wide, don't panic. I am right here to help you, right here to love you my wife."

Holding tightly onto her hair now he pumped his hips against her mouth, harder and deeper, over and over again he did it until, after the briefest of pauses in which his eyes met hers strongly and his grip intensified, he thrust forwards as he pulled her towards him. Slipping past her mouth and into her throat.

She struggled a little, her nose buried amongst the tangled hair in his groin, eyes flooded with tears as she struggled to breathe.

"Oh god, that is soo good,"

Ned slid back a little, leaving his cock still buried in her mouth but allowing her to take long breaths through her nose, trying to stop the trembling that was threatening to take over her body. She felt sick and scared.

"Are you ready again, my naughty little wife? Tell me, tell me you want my dirty cock inside your mouth."

He was already calling her wife, Amber realised, surely he didn't think her acceptance of his proposal was enough to subject her to such things...but then again, how could she argue. The man held her life, along with her body, in his hands. Feeling him slip his member from her mouth she gasped at the air, his hand still holding her head in place, inches from the tip.
"I...I want your...your dirty c-cock in my mouth..." She replied shakily before adding quietly "...p-please..."

 

[poohlive]

Ned leaned back against the bed, propping himself up by the back wall, "I love it when you say please..."

His mind went aflame with her, her body, her mouth, the way she trembled with desire for him, how she wanted his cock, no, needed it. She had said she needed his cock. That is how it worked, that is how a good wife should be.

He had certainly gotten his pick of the litter. This is the exact wife he wanted, he needed. She was the one for him.

"I love you so, Amber," He plunged himself deeper into her, fucking her mouth, again and again, holding longer, feeling her throat tigthen down on him each time. She got better at it, more eager. Her tongue swirling as much as it could, tasting, taking it.

His precum leaked heavilly now into her mouth. It came in long thin drops into her mouth, on her tongue. He could feel his own balls tightening, wanting to release, needing it.

"I want to fill your mouth, dear wife. I want you to take my seed, accept it. I'm going to cum."

He let go of her head, his hands moving to the bed, the sheets, holding on as his own orgasm was about to take him over.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum Amber. I'm gonna cum for you. Take it, but don't swallow."

His hips bucked wildly into her mouth, thusting harder and harder.

"Do not swallow until I command you."

He closed his eyes, back against the bed, hands pressed into the sheets, his cock straight in the air. His balls tightened, and then released, his cum exploding out in thick white streams.

 

[Britwitch]

"I love it when you say please..."

Those few words alone made Amber feel so low, so humiliated, as though she were no more than a slave or a posession. She watched warily as he leant back, his eyes roaming yet against over her exposed flesh, his hand still wrapped tightly in her hair, holding her in place, almost tilting her slightly from side to side as he inspected her. Inspected his property. For that was what she was now.

"I love you so, Amber,"

Amber gagged as he thrust back into her mouth, over and over, jamming his throbbing shaft into her aching throat, each time bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She fought against the urge to retch, trying to please him as she knew he expected, making her tongue sweep around and across him as he passed back and forth through her mouth.
Then she could taste something, the weak salty taste of his excitement leaking out onto her tongue. She knew it wouldn't be long until it was replaced by the thicker, more bitter tasting liquid of his seed.

"I want to fill your mouth, dear wife. I want you to take my seed, accept it. I'm going to cum."

He let go of her head to take hold of the bed, gripping the mattresses tightly as he pleasure raged through him. For half a moment she thought of pulling away, making a run for it while he was mildly incapacitated by his own arousal but didn't. She knew the door was locked and to anger him would bring a much worse fate than filling her mouth with his seed.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum Amber. I'm gonna cum for you. Take it, but don't swallow...Do not swallow until I command you."

'Until I command you...' The words echoed in her mind as he thrust harder and harder into her mouth and throat, she had to brace herself against his spread thighs to maintain her balance as he attacked her mouth. This was how it would always be, subject to his commands...his desires...
Whimpering softly she felt his shaft begin to throb and pulse and then she felt the first blasts of his seed coating her mouth. She wanted to pull away but daren't.
Feeling her mouth filling with the warm, thick liquid, his hips jerking against her mouth, before sliding in deeply and remaining there as he pumped the last few spurts into her already fully mouth.
He slipped from her lips as he lay there recovering. She remained, knelt before him, trying in vain to neither spit out nor swallow the seed in her mouth. Wondering what on earth he would want her to do...wondering how long she would have to stay like this, kneeling before him...
Watching and waiting for him to speak...watching and waiting for his command...

 

[poohlive]

The excitement tore through him, ecstacy like pin pricks of pleasure running all over his skin. He lay there on her bed, on their bed completely spent. The only thing still hot and active was his cock. Despite cumming twice now, it still lay against his thigh, hard as ever, trails of cum dripping down onto him.

She had pleased him so well, had done everything he asked. Amber knew what was expected of her as a wife. She knew her own love, her own submission to him. He loved her for it, looking at her, the way her cheeks pushed out from his own cum.

Did she love it, did it thrill her to have him on her tongue, his own taste dominating her.

"Show it to me," And she did, her mouth open, her tongue swimming in a sea of white. All of it for him. She held it out to him, let him inspect her, to show how good she was. What a good little girl.

"Now swallow, my dear wife."

And he watched her do that as well. So cute, the way her little throat moved, the way she so daintily licked at those perfect crimson lips. Every action of hers lovely, perfect, pushing him further and further.

"Here you have pleased me so, my dear wife, and I have no more strength to please you. I know how much you want your dear husband on top of you now, fucking you mercilessly."

He stroked his still hard cock. It still looked hard, angry, red and wet, glossy from his cum and her saliva still fresh on it.

"I want to please you, dear wife. It is my job, as a husband. Here, climb atop of me. Climb onto my cock. Ride me, Amber. Ride my cock to your own climax."

He smiled, lowering himself, laying on the bed, his cock standing straight up in the air, waiting for her. On top, she could ocntrol it, how fast she wanted to go, how slow. If she needed him deep inside, or just the tip playing slowly with her clit.

"Use my cock however you want."

 

[Britwitch]

"Show it to me,"

Amber carefully opened her mouth, tilting her head back slightly to prevent the contents of her mouth from spilling down her chin. Letting him see how he had filled her. His eyes gaining that benign look once more, almost expecting him to pat her head like a faithful dog.

"Now swallow, my dear wife."

She did as she was told, letting the still warm thickness slip down her throat to her stomach. Fighting against vomiting at the thought and the slightly bitter taste that remained in her mouth. Habitually licking her lips as she always did when she'd eaten something but then pausing as she saw his eyes glittering as they followed her every movement.

"Here you have pleased me so, my dear wife, and I have no more strength to please you. I know how much you want your dear husband on top of you now, fucking you mercilessly."

She watched as he ran his large hand up and down his still hard shaft, shaking her head and replying meekly.
"Oh...oh no...you have done more than enough for me...m-my..." She couldn't bring herself to say the word 'husband', that wasn't what he was, not yet...not really...she instead to chose an older term she had heard her mother calling her father. "...my lord..."

"I want to please you, dear wife. It is my job, as a husband. Here, climb atop of me. Climb onto my cock. Ride me, Amber. Ride my cock to your own climax...Use my cock however you want."

Amber hesitated, "But I...I am more than satisfied...my lord..." She murmured, watching as he lay back upon the mattress, his sex standing up proudly from his body, a silent command left unspoken in the air. His had not been a request. She had no choice in the matter.

Trembling she stood and moved to the bed, lowering her body over his so that she straddled his hips, feeling the dangerous heat of his member against her sex as she did. Unsure quite how to proceed having only heard of such an act, she let her hips sink down, impaling herself on his shaft, whimpering as it filled and stretched her once more, filling her completely as she slid all the way down. Shivering as she felt it pulsing deep inside her sex, trying to adjust once more to the feeling of his size.
Nervously she began to move her hips back and forth, feeling him slip in and out of her sightly, the head rubbing at her insides.
Glancing down to watch his face, to see if this was what he wanted...what he had commanded of her...

 

[poohlive]

He loved her eyes on him, the way they glided over his body. They showed her hunger, her desire in each passing, looking at him for acceptance, for guidance. She knew little of making love, and even less of pleasing herself.

All of her experience had been him, in this room. It was soo sweet of her, but he knew, his wife would need a hunger of her own, a calling.

"Close your eyes," He slid his hand over her face, pulling them closed, "Do not look at me, at these barren walls, in this horrid cell. Just feel yourself wrapped around me."

He spoke softly, cooing to her, explaining instructions like he would to a child riding her first horse.

"Feel it, experience it. If you want to go faster, then go faster. If you prefer slower, my dear wife, go slower. This is all for you, this is your pleasure."

His hands kissed her body, touching her, cupping her breasts, falling on her hips. He did not help her movements, did not hinder them. If anything, his fingers only went for his own excitement, touching and yearning for her skin to be atop of him.

"Love me," He whispered, feeling her hands on his chest, her legs on either side of him, her sex taking him completely, gripping him, holding him. It was her choice to let go, her desire to pick a speed, her own cunt controlling all of her actions.

He simply let her, he let his dear wife use him.

 

[Britwitch]

"Close your eyes," He slid his hand over her face, pulling them closed, "Do not look at me, at these barren walls, in this horrid cell. Just feel yourself wrapped around me."

Ned's hand lifted to close her eyes, Amber shivered a little as she felt his hands travel lower, cupping and massaging her breasts.

"Feel it, experience it. If you want to go faster, then go faster. If you prefer slower, my dear wife, go slower. This is all for you, this is your pleasure."

Amber whimpered as she pressed down a little harder against him and felt a different sensation inside her. It was uncomfortable but it had traces of places, mild traces of the sensations that had run riot through her when he had brought to her first climax.

"Love me,"

Amber fell forwards slightly, such was the effect of the feeling she felt tingling throughout her. Her hands bracing upon his broad chest as she moved up and down, grinding slightly, trying to get that same sensation again. Moving slowly but firmly, almost as if she was investigating her own body. Then she felt it again, it made her body stiffen and her sex grip him tighter for a moment. She moved slightly back and forth, whimpering as the sensation returned, again and again...
She began to pick up speed a little, trying to change it from flashes of pleasurable feeling into something more constant. Some previously unheard voice deep inside her urging on onwards.
She was no longer in the cell, no longer with Ned as her imagination and the feelings sweeping through her body took her up and away...
She felt light headed and dizzy as the feelings deep inside her grew and grew...once again it felt like she couldn't breathe, her body trembling more and more and yet growing more and more tense as with a loud cry she felt the pleasure take over her body entirely and she climaxed.
"Oh...oh God...!"
Feeling fresh a flood of her own arousal washing down over his sex as she shuddered and shook upon him, her hips bucking obscenely against his. Tears leaking from beneath her still closed eyelids at what Ned had somehow turned her into.
Trembling and shaking, breathless and light headed she collapsed down upon his chest. Feeling him still buried to the hilt within her as his arms came up around her to hold her tight against him.

 

[poohlive]

"Oh, good girl. How beautiful, my wife."

He kissed her forehead, held her tight, made sure she understood him, how much he wanted to love her, comfort her. She had pleasured herself, driving down deeper and deeper into her own sex. That is what she wanted, what she needed.

He brought her lips up to his, kissing her. Soft deep tender kisses. Wonderfully fulfilling kisses, his hands running through her hair, his hips still thrusting into her.

He thrust deeper, and deeper. Hips rolling against her body, on top of him, spread wide, he needed little assistance.

Her cunt, still spent, still pulsing from her orgasm, gripped him, tightened around him, milked him. It sent shivers as he bucked against her, faster, deeper.

Excitement, building in him. Was it with her too, did she need to cum again, so soon? A woman came differently, over and over again, her body able to go through soo much.

"Once more, once more and then we'll lay in our own juices, lay like husband and wife," He whispered into her ear, his broad chest against her soft breasts, pushing up and down on her, raking her hard nipples across him.

He nibbled at her ear, pushing in faster, farther. He could hold it in no longer.

"Oh God, Amber," He came, the third time, his cock a roaring volcanoe inside of him. He could not be stopped, even though he felt only a small version of what he had left in her mouth. Still, fresh potent seed thrust deep inside her, holding still by his hard cock.

It deflated, even inside her warmth, even inside those folds guiding him to stay hard, to keep her cumming, he could not. He felt himself pop out of her, limp against his thigh.

"I am sorry, dear wife, sorry I could not please you more. I want to, I want nothing more than for your deep pleasure."

 

[Britwitch]

"Oh, good girl. How beautiful, my wife."

Amber felt him kissing her and hugging her warmly, her body though felt as if it wasn't her own. Alive with tingles and shivers, feeling as though it was throbbing all over. She felt him raise her up to kiss her, his lips soft and gentle against her trembling mouth. Then Amber was aware of his hips thrusting up into her aching sex once more. Her mouth opened to plead to stop, certain she would simply expire if she experienced any more, but his mouth regained his control over hers and prevented the soft, mumbled words from leaving her mouth.
Over and over, he thrust up, deeply inside her. Feeling him pick up speed and force once again, feeling his shaft tightening deep inside her. Surely he could not be climaxing again, not so soon after the last one.

"Once more, once more and then we'll lay in our own juices, lay like husband and wife,"

He whispered with hot breath into her ear. Amber could only whimper as his thrusts became frenzied and he groaned loudly.

"Oh God, Amber,"

She felt his sex explode once again within her own, coating her insides with warmth. She knew that if things carried on in this way she would definitely be pregnant before she left this cell...if she ever left this cell...and would probably spend her life either pregnant or being made to be so...

She felt his member finally spent, shrink and slip from inside her tightness. Feeling once again the liquids of their union flowing down between them both.

"I am sorry, dear wife, sorry I could not please you more. I want to, I want nothing more than for your deep pleasure."

Amber could not answer, she had been fighting exhaustion for a while now and she couldn't fight any longer. The climaxes had weakened her, along with Ned's aggressive actions towards her...within moments of his climax, she succumbed to the darkness wrapping tightly around her and slipped into deep sleep, upon his chest and wrapped in his arms. Dreams and nightmares plaguing her thoughts as she slipped deeper into unconsciousness. Not knowing what waking would bring...

 

[Rockingham]

At the moment he chose to wander. It would take his new pet awhile before she had prepared Sasha to his liking. And, she herself would have her own fun now. She was allowed, he gave her permission, his taint in her blood fueling the inner thoughts, altering her desires.

Walking down the long corridor of prison doors, Danny saw the brutality, the forcefulness, the joys and pains inside the cells. The rape, the reluctance, the breaking of many a woman. And one... one who had not yet been broken, one who still held on.

How interesting, he mused to himself at her door, to see her snuggled up, sleeping next to a bear of a man. This must be Avalon's precious Ned, one who had made her a used whore, unable to receive his full love and hatred.

Ned has been a busy man, he held in his hands a second rape. This girl young too, delicious, once a virgin.

Her blood still pooled in the bed they now slept. Peacefully slept.

The door opened softly, barely a whisper in the wind as he entered. His head cocked to the side, looking at her, seeing her. She had not been forced, not as much as the rest. She had gone willingly enough.

This one didn't like pain, she did what she needed to avoid it. How dull, how very very dull, and Ned, poor little Ned. Too naive or too lustful to realize it. He only wanted to cum, his thoughts not venturing very far from his cock.

The man knelt down next to her, her eyes fluttering. He snapped his fingers once, waking her, watching her chest rise and fall.

The cell was dark enough, and he nothing more than a sliver of a shadow. His eyes, pools of blackened fire, his hair long and straight, his very essence like liquid sex dripping from him, pooling at his feet.

"Shh," Was his one and only command, as soon as she could see him, identify him, know he was here next to her. No need for her to make a sound, wake up her captor, or lover, or whatever he was next to her. Let Ned sleep, let him dream, let him snore.

Danny had some work to do with her.

He pinched her nipple, pausing, curious. It was a hard pinch, almost a bite, no pleasure in it, sharp, stimulating. When he saw her about to speak, call out, shout, scream, he clasped his hand sharply over her mouth.

"Do not... do not wake this man. You are to keep quiet," Words like venom against her ear, but quiet, barely above a whisper, "Do not make a sound."

His hands were cold, his fingers ice against her skin. His stare even worse, keeping on her, daring her to speak, to utter a single whisper. Those dark pools filling with fire, with desire, as if he wanted her to disobey him, to give him an excuse.

And then, it was gone, and that dull glare of a man examining nothing more than a bump in the road continued. Up and down her body, used, battered. A common whore, nothing more.

Why did they always come to him used?

Beneath his feet were her memorabilia, different things, tangents, evidence of his own work. A shame really, he would have admired someone like her worshipping someone like him. This was no worshipper though, she was a wiccan, a worshipper of mother nature. She chose herbs and found pleasure in the singing of a bird.

A devilish smile reached his lips, as his cold dead fingers continued to explore. Maybe, maybe she could find pleasure in something else. Maybe he could teach her the true epiphany of pain.

 

[Britwitch]

Amber stirred from her slumber, frowning slightly as her bright eyes flickered open, searching the cause for her awakening. It had been a noise, something short and sudden. As her eyes focused in the dimly lit room she was suddenly aware of a face before her own.

"Shh,"

Amber's lips had parted slightly, ready to question whoever this dark stranger was but then his eyes met hers, glowing in the darkness with some kind of inner fire and she felt coldness seeping through to her soul. This was no ordinary man.

His fingers reached to take hold of her nipple, pinching it hard, as if he was trying to crush it completely between his icy fingertips. Amber winced, her back arching slightly and her mouth opened to yelp but his hand clamped down over her lips hard, instantly causing her cry to catch in her throat.

"Do not... do not wake this man. You are to keep quiet...Do not make a sound."

There was real evil in this man, Amber could feel it through his burning gaze, not the clumsy, lust led evil that existed in Ned. This was deeper. Darker. Far more sinister. She swallowed silently, hardly breathing at all such was the fear he instilled in her.

She watched as his eyes moved down over her flesh and then onto the floor, gazing down at the contents of her pouch. There was a flash of almost recognition in his face, he knew what she was.
He knew she was what some called a witch, not the devil worshipping kind they were looking for to be burnt and hung, but a witch nonetheless...
The icy cold touch of his fingers began to wrap slowly around her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.

He lifted his head to look at her once more, a cruel smile on his face as he moved closer, his fingers outstretched towards her body once more.
Amber wanted to pull away, to cry out for help...and she wasn't restrained, except by Ned's heavy sleeping embrace, so why didn't she...that was probably what frightened her most of all...why this stranger seemed to have such control over her...

She winced as his frozen fingers brushed her skin again...sending ripples of nervousness throughout her body...

 

[Rockingham]

The touch, the feel of her restraint, wanting to escape him, wanting to get away. Did she know who he was, what he was? No, but she knew enough. Anyone who came close to him, who felt his freezing touch knew more than they ever cared to know.

His fingers pressed against her thighs, how they remained closed, guarding him from her precious flesh between. His fingers played against this barrier, wanting to press deep inside her, wanting her to feel his pain.

"They've been too nice to you, haven't they? You do not even know what it is to be raped. You are weak... yes Amber, you are weak."

The strain of her, the pure battle inside herself. It was delicious to encounter, wonderful to see. Inside her eyes, she was fighting true fear.

"Too weak to even fight when Ned took you. Tell me Amber, did you spread your legs for him like a fucking whore? Did you even resist? Hardly a bruise on you... barely a scratch. No, you didn't, you just did what you were told, because if you did, he wouldn't hurt you."

One finger pressed against the small part in her thigh, cold, foreign, probing.

"Here is your problem now though," He whispered in her ear, always just a whisper. Even someone awake would have trouble hearing him, except her. To her the words were sharp, clear, perfect in her mind, opening doors of nightmares and paralyzing fears she thought long ago had been closed.

"You know, if you part those pretty little legs of yours, that I will hurt you. If you resist, I will hurt you even more. That leaves you with little choice, doesn't it? Except to sit and cry and hope I will go away. Am I a dream, little girl? If you squeeze your eyes shut, will I disappear?"

His hand sharper now, more forceful, so cold against her things, wanting them to part. His fingers scratching her, drawing blood.

Nibbling against his ea, he laughed, a hard hollow laugh at her sorry state. Ned was in a deep sleep, One touch of Ned's forehead, and he would not wake up for awhile.

"You may scream now, if you want little girl."

 

[Britwitch]

"They've been too nice to you, haven't they? You do not even know what it is to be raped. You are weak... yes Amber, you are weak."

Amber felt something of her old self returning, the part that had been ready to attack whoever entered her cell in an attempt to escape. Her eyes narrowing as he spoke of such degrading and horrible things. The fear rising sharply inside her, like water inside a leaking boat, threatening to drown her but she didn't break contact with his eyes...not just yet...
Gasping silently as she felt the coldness of his hand settle between her closed thighs, tensing her muscles she determined to keep them that way. Whoever this stranger was he would not have her...

"Too weak to even fight when Ned took you. Tell me Amber, did you spread your legs for him like a fucking whore? Did you even resist? Hardly a bruise on you... barely a scratch. No, you didn't, you just did what you were told, because if you did, he wouldn't hurt you."

Amber whimpered ever so quietly as he pressed deeper, her mind suddenly full of images......the blow Ned had given to her face, the pain of him twisting and pulling her nipples hard, the stinging scratches on her breasts...all flowing like a crazied dream through her mind...images of rape...images of abuse...images of the 'real' kind of rape that the stranger spoke of...full of humiliation, degradation, shame, defilment...and pain...so much pain...

"Here is your problem now though...You know, if you part those pretty little legs of yours, that I will hurt you. If you resist, I will hurt you even more. That leaves you with little choice, doesn't it? Except to sit and cry and hope I will go away. Am I a dream, little girl? If you squeeze your eyes shut, will I disappear?"

Amber's lips parted once more in a silent cry as his nails dug into the flesh of her thigh, scratching her, breaking the pale, unmarked skin and drawing her bright red blood to the surface.

"You may scream now, if you want little girl."

"Who...who are you...?" Her voice was scarcely above a trembling whisper, only now did she move her eyes from his, hoping that if she did the terrifying images would leave her imagination but they did not. "What...what do you want from me...?"
Her thighs parted as she felt his nails dig deeper into the flesh, drawing a little more blood and a quiet yelp from her lips.

 

[Rockingham]

"You know who I am," His eyes bore into hers, watching, waiting, looking for something. He wanted to see something in them, as two of his fingers plunged into her depths. Those deep warm folds, so contradicting between his cold dead fingers.

He plunged into her, touching against her heated core. It hurt, the pain, the true pain of it all. No more wamrth left inside her, inside that raped cunt of hers.

"Don't you?" He asked calmly, "Don't you know who I am? Would you like me to tell you. I can, I can share so many things with you little girl. I can tell you who I am, where I am from... but, I don't think you want to know."

He pushed in deeper, feeling how odd, her folds wanting to stop, wanting to push him out, eject him. No, his fingers were mad, scratching against her insides, pressing in further. Their touch like cold fire against her.

"But in the end would it matter who I am? Would it matter if I am just a passer by, a stranger in the night. Maybe it would help you sleep better if you thought that. Maybe, after I am done with you, you will find relief in thinking I'm just a dirty old man."

His fingers unstoppable, pushing pressing. How had Ned done it, by trying to touch against her g-spot, by caressing her bundle of nerves and making her cum?

He touched it to, his finger scraping against it, his touch turning it to ice, pain shooting through her like daggers, all the way up her spine.

"I just want to hear you scream little girl. I just want to see you break. I rarely get to see them break, do you understand. Most of the time, they are already broken when they come to me... like Avalon. She was far beyond my capabilities. She was damn near done, but I brought her up. I turned her into something much more than you will ever be. Because she accepts me, who I am... not trying to drown me out."

He pushed in deep, hard, his hand in a curled fist threatening to move inside her. To see her whole cunt plunge up, to feel the soft smacking sound as he pushed his fist inside. What fun, what a wonderful thing to see a recently virgined cunt do.

But, he stopped, just as he felt her folds succomb, just as he could feel her body begin to take him, the impossible of touches, he stopped, withdrawing from her.

There was something far more interesting he had caught. Something yet untouched, unparted.

"Ned seems to keep forgetting the most sacred of holes little girl. He did not touch Avalon's either."

His hand snaked further, pressing against her ass, sliding up and down the crack of her, slowly pushing inside.

"Something of yours still pure, still unclaimed. How interesting..."

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Avalon, you have come to save me" she said "Goddess, be praised."

Save... that is what she would do, she would save Sasha.. no, wait, not her... HE would save Sasha...

"shhhh... just rest, quiet, peace... Sasha.." Avalon crooned, as she dipped the soft cloth into the cool water. She started at her forehead, ever so slowly letting the cool touch of water soothe her. Avalon washed away the dried blood, as she came to a bruise, she so lightly lay the cloth over it, offering comforting words, and a loving touch....

The bathing was slow, Avalon never mentioning escaping, Sasha accepting the cool touch for the moment.

"I must prepare you... Sasha...then you can be..... saved" Avalon whispered, leaning close to her friend, her own body naked, yet free of any bruising. Skin gliding along skin, cool drops of water lacing down over flesh, curling around a peaked nipple, trailing over her belly. Avalon saw that nipple react to the cool, her eyes glazing over slightly...

"I... I can warm that for you" she murmered, lowering her head to take that nipple within the embrace of her lips, drawing it in, warmth surrounding, she suckling.... a soft "MMmmmm" sound vibrating over it....

 

[Britwitch]

"You know who I am,"

Amber winced as two of his icy fingers slipped inside her sex, gasping as it felt as if they were drawing all of the heat from within her. Tears sparkling in her eyes as she shifted her hips, trying to pull away but held fast by his dark gaze.

"Don't you?...Don't you know who I am? Would you like me to tell you. I can, I can share so many things with you little girl. I can tell you who I am, where I am from... but, I don't think you want to know."

A loud groan as his fingers probed deeper, trying to force their way in as her sex tried to protect itself.
"It...it's so cold..." Amber sobbed as his fingers scratched her insides, burning they were so very, very cold.

"But in the end would it matter who I am? Would it matter if I am just a passer by, a stranger in the night. Maybe it would help you sleep better if you thought that. Maybe, after I am done with you, you will find relief in thinking I'm just a dirty old man."

Amber cried out, her back arching as the icy pain shot up her spin, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open as his fingers pressed against that same fleshy place Ned had pressed but now it felt as if he was stabbing it over and over, like a million icicles jabbing into her insides and then shooting up and down her back. The cry echoing slightly in the cell and the corridor beyond. "Please...please stop..." Amber whispered, her voice shaking and teeth almost chattering.

"I just want to hear you scream little girl. I just want to see you break. I rarely get to see them break, do you understand. Most of the time, they are already broken when they come to me... like Avalon. She was far beyond my capabilities. She was damn near done, but I brought her up. I turned her into something much more than you will ever be. Because she accepts me, who I am... not trying to drown me out."

He thrust his hand deeper, she could feel the rest of his hand against her sex, a fist trying to push inside of her. Another cry, a much louder cry as she fought to pull away. Sheer terror that he would force his entire hand inside of her tight sex.
But then he stopped, withdrawing his hand and trailing the fingers, still cold but now damp with her own secretions, across her skin.

"Ned seems to keep forgetting the most sacred of holes little girl. He did not touch Avalon's either."

Amber frowned in confusion, what on earth could he...then she felt the frozen flesh parting the rounded cheeks of her behind, slipping between them and running up and down before pressing against her tight, virgin, asshole and then a finger tip slipping inside. Her back arched even more as she felt the alien sensation of something inside her there...and that slowly spreading chill seeping into her flesh. "No! No...don't...please...!"

"Something of yours still pure, still unclaimed. How interesting..."

Amber looked at him, tears spilling from her bright blue eyes, desperation and complete fear obvious in her expression. "Please...please don't do that to me..." Her words melting into a gasped cry as his cold finger probed deeper.

 

[stubborn wench]

OOC: With my sincerest apologies to all, and especially filthymind, for taking so long to post.


The sound of the bolt sliding open was thunderous in her ears, all of her senses heightened in her panic as the door slowly opened. Another tormentor - it must be - as Smythe had left her, so revolted, only hours ago. But nay - as the door swung wide, her blood chilled to behold the Reverend standing there, his face hard with resolve, his eyes ablaze with the fire of holy righteousness. The smell of her own vomit suddenly filled her nose with every shaky breath, and she fought with the urge to retch again.

He was not here to help her. He would not help her. Why was he here?

She cowered in the corner, staring up at him with wide eyes as he closed the door behind him with a thoughtful slowness. She noticed the thick Bible in his other hand, and she began to tremble, and pulled the blanket more tightly around her, tucking her feet in under her body. As if she could protect herself.


Witches. They had called her witch, that was why she was here. They did horrific things to witches, in pursuit of the truth - a truth they had already decided upon. She had heard the screams of the other girls - surely, there had been worse terrors than petty rape, taking place in the cells this night.

She had endured the unwanted attentions of her employer on a daily basis - it was not her worst fear, to be ravished. When they had tired of the novelty of so much helpless girl-flesh, she knew these men would be called upon to find "the truth".

The Reverend Smythe, so disgusted by her earlier feeble attempt at negotiation, had now returned to her cell......she could not hope that he would only use her body again.

She shuddered as he stepped forward, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. Was he not a good man, a man of God? She dared a whisper as he drew nearer, "Reverend....please, I beg you -"

She could not finish the thought - suddenly terrified of what she might ask him not to do.

 

[Rockingham]

"Please, no don't?" Again so weak, so fucking weak it made him sick. She didn't even try to stop him, pull his hand away, close her thighs. Instead, they were still wide open, allowing him to touch, to move further. His own fingers, trailing the ice into her veins, pushing into her pure ass, her untainted hole.

"You do not even know how to beg properly, you fucking whore. Why would I stop? Do you even resist? No, you sit there crying, hoping I will go away. Am I going away, little girl? If you cry enough salty tears will I disappear?"

He brought one to his lips, kissing her cheek. His lips, dead and lifeless against her cheek. He could taste it, bitter and demented, the mixture of pure fear and pain. That was a start... yes.

Until something came to him, a little detail from the tear.

"He asked you to marry him, and you said yes?"

It was as if something had snapped inside of him, something had released, bright fire teaming at the droplets of pools in his eyes. Hot fire, dashing fire, fire that had since been kept hidden.

"You fucking cunt," He pulled out of her ass, grabbing her hair. In one swoop, unheard of strength he set her upon her feet, slamming her into the far wall. His own body atop of hers, pinning her, squeezing her against it.

"You let him rape you, and then you pretend like you love him just so you can get out of a little pain? No wonder you are here, no wonder Ned likes you so much."

He pressed his cock against her, running it up and down the back of hers thighs. There would be more of this, oh yes. He wanted to take that hole of hers, he wanted to show her, help her understand what it is like to feel cold inside, to never be warm again.

It slid against her sex, feeling nothing like his fingers. If his fingers were a snowy day in February, his cock was a blizzard in the dead of December. Even sliding against her pussy lips, probing into her sex, the dizzying numbness, the pain, bright shots of it into her heart.

If he fucked her with it, if she let it plunge into her depths, tainting her, she would never feel warm again. It would suck the life out of her, depleting her, taking everything.

 

[Britwitch]

"Please, no don't?...You do not even know how to beg properly, you fucking whore. Why would I stop? Do you even resist? No, you sit there crying, hoping I will go away. Am I going away, little girl? If you cry enough salty tears will I disappear?"

Amber felt her eyes narrow, Ned had continued to speak to her like a child...and now this stranger was doing the same...
She felt her nose wrinkling in revulsion as he tasted one of her tears. The beginnings of another cruel smile creeping onto his lips before his face froze, his eyes growing wild with anger...

"He asked you to marry him, and you said yes?"

"I...well I...he would have..." Amber began but was not allowed to finish. The stranger grasped her hair painfully, yanking her to her feet and throwing her across the cell. She hit the far wall with a heavy thud, her forehead smacking off of the cold stone with a sickening crack. But his body was behind hers almost instantly, keeping her on her feet, pinning her, almost crushing her against the stone.

"You fucking cunt...You let him rape you, and then you pretend like you love him just so you can get out of a little pain? No wonder you are here, no wonder Ned likes you so much."

"I didn't let him rape me...!" Amber almost snarled, struggling for the first time as she felt the icy, freezing sensation of his hard member on the back of her thighs. "He was too strong...!"
She cried out as the tip brushed past her sex, sending fresh shocks through her body. She kicked back at him with her legs, almost as if the reality of the situation was dawning on her. This stranger meant to do more than simply, 'have his way with her'. There was something far, far darker...something far more frightening, she could feel it...in his cool breath coming down hard upon her shoulder, the sound of his voice.

"Let me go!" Amber suddenly yelled, wincing as the volume of her own cry ached her head, feeling for the first time the warmth of her own blood seeping down the side of her face from her hairline where the stone had struck. "I won't let you do this to me...!" Trying to push herself off of the wall and him off of her. "Let me go now...you bastard!" She shoved herself back a fraction of an inch and felt the back of her skull collide with his face.