"THE MESSENGER OF PAIN"
by
Jay Merson

c) Copyright. Jay Merson. 2000.
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has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the
Copyrights and patents act 1988.


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Her naked body slammed hard against the rough wooden stake under the
impact of the lash. Her breasts were crushed by her own body weight
and the air forced from her lungs, as she was jolted forward. Her eyes
bulged wide and her mouth gaped open as the excruciating pain bit into
the small of her back and burned deeply down through her body. It was
a most wicked of assaults on her bare flesh, pain and humiliation such
as she could never have dreamt of. Since the stranger had arrived in
the commune life had taken a different twist, a sadistic and brutal
twist that seemed destined to remain.

										***

Somerset, England, 1572.

At the top of the rise the man in black halted his horse and eased
himself up in the saddle. He looked down to the fields below and the
many women of the commune working there, his cock began to stir into
life and a broad smile creased his wicked face. They, the naïve little
bitches, would soon receive the message he carried for them, would
they like it? He couldn't give a damn for receive it they would
anyway. He began to laugh, his shoulders shaking as his mirth grew.
With his cock now at full erection within his tight riding breeches he
spurred his horse to a walk and began descending the slope toward
them.
	The women paused in their labours, leaning on their hoes and shovels
to view the tall stranger as he rode slowly down the small track that
passed through the working area. The chains connecting their ankles,
partially hidden by their long skirts, trailed along the furrows that
they were digging. Their eyes widened as he passed them, innocent and
child-like stares of bewilderment from beneath the starched white
bonnets of the commune garb. One or two gave an involuntary shudder as
they noted the piercing black eyes of the man, it was as though the
devil himself was arriving, fear gripped and spread through them, his
aurora preceding his passage. The women backed slowly away from the
passing horse in an instinctive defensive move.
	"God preserve us all, it's the devil himself," one woman muttered and
returned to her work with her head and gaze downcast.
	Silently the others did likewise, averting their gazes and wishing
upon wish that the stranger would simply water his horse at the
compound and be gone. Non-however, dared to believe that fortune such
as that could shine down upon them.
	"Is it Judge Jeffrey's - the hanging judge?" one young girl asked her
older companion.
	The woman didn't look up and continued hoeing the soil.
	"Worse I fear," she said in a voice that portrayed her deep
nervousness, "that is the Messenger from hell."

							***

Bypassing the commune for the time being, the stranger had a mission
to fulfil before making his official visit. This one would be purely
for pleasure, his pleasure and as a lesson to all that should fail in
their service of the cause. It was how it should be, how it had to be
if his authority was to remain unchallenged. He steered his horse out
across the fields to the woodland beyond and the small farmstead that
lay to the side of it. The commune was distant now and to his rear as
the stranger rode into the neatly fenced paddocks of the governor's
house.
	The white painted shutters and a red tiled roof added to the charm
and obvious wealth that abounded in this select building set apart
from the rest of the commune. Neatly tended gardens and painted fence
rails added a tranquil calmness to the place, one that was soon to be
brutally shattered.
	The woman was on the porch as he approached, a most handsome woman
with a pretty face and long black hair piled up at the back and
clipped in a bun at the back. The long flowing skirts couldn't
disguise the neat shape of her body beneath as at the bust the
material pulled under and over her chest to portray the size of her
breasts beneath. She held her young daughter to her, a protective arm
around the girl's shoulder and concern etched in her worried
expression. That concern increased as the tall man dismounted at the
edge of the porch and tethered his horse to the hitch rail.
	"Do you recognise me woman?"
	Her face was pale and her expression set, she clutched her daughter
more tightly to her and nodded slowly.
	"You are sent from the Chief Procurator."
	"Correct," he said and walked up the steps, onto the porch. He paused
to eye tem critically and then pushed past them into the house itself.
The Messenger turned; eyeing the young daughter lustfully as the two
women hesitantly followed him into the wide lounge and closed the
door. He set the long black holdall down on the table and expanded his
chest in a gesture of commanding authority.
	"Your husband has failed in his duties as governor of the commune
here."
	"Oh God," the woman whimpered fearfully.
	"And you know the price he must pay for that failure don't you?"
	The woman nodded mournfully, crossed herself with her fingers and
clutched her daughter to her side.
	"I am a fair man," he said in a low growling voice, "and will allow
you to recompense in part for the unacceptable error of your man."
	He grinned, a most sadistic and menacing thin smile that portrayed
his pleasure at the statement. From his pocket he withdrew the lengths
of cord and teased them out in strands for the benefit of the watching
women.
	"And as you know," he chuckled, "failure always carries a price. That
price you must now pay on behalf of your incompetent spouse."
	The woman tried to usher her daughter away to safety but the tall man
halted the girl, grasping her wrist and pulling her to him. Expertly,
he bound the rope around her wrist, pulled both hands behind her back
and bound them tightly together.
	"How old are you, slut?"
	"Just eighteen, yesterday in fact, sire" the girl blurted in her
nervousness.
	The Messenger growled his delight and pushed the girl to the side. He
motioned with a hand that the mother was next and she moved forward
passively with her wrists extended to be tied also. She was trembling,
her hands shaking as the ropes were looped around her wrists and
pulled tightly and knotted. Her expression was one of stunned
bewilderment and fear, she couldn't object, the consequences for her
husband should she, would be unthinkable.
With her wrists now bound in front of her the woman was led and then
dragged pulling and struggling through to the bedroom. The sobbing
daughter ran along behind in panic-stricken fear and concern. Roughly
the mother was thrown down on the big bed to lie on her back
whimpering in fear as the Messenger secured the rope to the head of
the bed. He tied her ankles also, pulling her feet wide apart before
securing the ropes to the legs of the bed.
	The daughter was sobbing lightly and fearfully as he pushed her to
the side wall and bound her hands to the door handle to render her
immovable and helpless. A reluctant viewer of the scene unfolding, she
could do nothing but watch from her roped prison against the strong
door.
	"Sluts, are to be used," he said in a low and menacing tone, "used to
pay the price - with their bodies."
	"Noooo!" the woman wailed and writhed and bucked against her bonds.
"We have done nothing wrong."
	He laughed, a sadistic and mocking laugh that showed his disregard
for any feelings but his own. The Messenger began to undress, taking
his time and savouring the heady and fear-filled atmosphere in the
room. Slowly and methodically he removed his clothes and folded each
garment carefully before placing it to the side.
	Both women averted their eyes as he stripped naked, the daughter from
embarrassed politeness and the mother from disgusted fear.
	The Messenger began, grasping the woman's clothing at the front and
ripping it roughly from her body. He laughed aloud at her screamed
protests as first her dress and then her bodice, her under garments
and then her final vestige of modesty covering her sex were ripped
from her. He then forced several pillows up under her backside to push
her hips and hairy mons high above the rest of her body and allowed
himself a fumbled feel of the black hairy mound now presented to him.
She was naked and bound, stretched and offered helpless as she sobbed
her misery and begged to be spared. An ungainly position that pulled
her thighs wide and showed her sex in full and unhindered offering of
crude and blatant sexual display.
His cock stuck out hard in erection, twitching in excited arousal and
in expectation of the pleasure to come. His ball sac was full and
firm, his sperm filling the hard sac and ready to explode with a force
that would portray his high level of need to expel it. The Messenger
moved to the daughter, standing in front of her now smiling broadly
and gloating his power and command over her.
	"So sweet and innocent," he muttered gleefully.
	"Not her, please not my daughter," the woman screamed from her prison
on the bed. She pulled and strained at the restraining ropes, her head
and shoulders pulling up to strain forward in urgent and desperate
pleading for mercy.
	His head threw back and he laughed aloud.
	"All must pay the price," he said and began tearing at the girl's
clothing.
	He ripped and pulled, tugged and tore until her fresh youthful body
was displayed naked and shamed. Her cute little breasts jutted out
from her chest and the under developed nipples, rosy pink and puckered
looked wonderfully desirable in their innocence. Between her legs a
wispy coating of dark hair covered her mound to contrast against the
pale skin of her thighs and belly.
	The young girl sobbed as he felt and kissed at her tits, sucking on
the nipples and moaning his pleasure at the warm vibrant feel of the
young girl. His long tongue lapped and slid over her firm mounds in a
greedy tasting of her youthful body. She stood naked and passively as
he felt and touched her, her shoulders and slight frame shaking as she
sobbed her shame and misery under his lecherous groping.
	His hand slid between her legs to cup and to feel her puffy pussy
lips, his middle finger resting down the moist slit of her sex. His
great hand moulded itself to the soft but firm curve of her body as it
dipped in between the tops of her young thighs. The heel of his hand
pressed against the little bud of her clitoris and his cock jerked in
reaction as he felt the little bump stiffening.
	For many minutes his hands roamed all over her body, her hips and
thighs, her waist, her breasts and pussy. He allowed himself a long
grope of her taut buttocks, slipping his finger down the tight cleft
between them before breaking away and returning his attentions to the
protesting mother.
	The Messenger opened his holdall and pulled out a short thick cane,
it was of highly polished ash with a thicker handle bound in leather.
He weighed the cane menacingly as he walked to the side of the bed and
positioned himself. He rested the cane across the mound of the woman's
mons and sniggered at the way she cringed and withdrew as much as she
could within her restraining bonds.
	"Sing well, slut, for I simply love noisy women when they are in
pain."
	He raised the cane and brought it down on her with a fearfully hard
thwack. Her whole body bucked and writhed before locking in tension as
the pain flooded through her. The scream that came from her was so
loud that it could surely have carried out to the fields beyond and
her hips jerked in a convulsive bucking of sheer agony. Four times he
struck her as the woman and daughter wailed their misery to otherwise
silent room. Their heartfelt protests being aired and the pleading for
mercy they were voicing simply added to his excitement. He lashed
harder still, aiming the blows now down the slit of her stretched
pussy and hitting on the bump of her clitoris to add extra
excruciating pain. Again and again he struck her, each hard lash of
the cane slapping at her sex and bringing excruciating waves of agony
to the screaming woman. It was a ferocious assault on the slim naked
form and on the tenderest parts of her body too.
	At length and after ten hard lashes he paused to stroke at his
throbbing cock. The man stood silently rubbing himself, inspecting the
shaking body of the snotty woman beneath him. The red lips of her
pussy portrayed the severity of the beating, reddened and bruised with
purple areas already showing her lips had swollen and doubled in size
under the fearful thrashing. He sniggered and threw the cane aside and
then mounted the bed and knelt between the woman's parted thighs.
	"Me," she begged between sobs, "have me but please leave my daughter
alone."
	He forced his cock up inside the woman's bruised pussy, ramming it
home until all of it was inside her body and his pubic arch was
pressing hard against her clitoris. He allowed himself three long and
slow strokes before pulling out of her. The Messenger then pressed the
head of his cock against her anus and pressed in, pushing his cock
fully up inside the screaming woman's rectum and defiling her most
secret of places. He rested there gloating, absorbing the sensations
of her warm pulsing body around his hard cock, the fear and pain
etched in her expression a bonus to the wonderful feel of her. The
sobs racking her body brought delightful gripping sensations around
his cock as her internal muscles clamped and relaxed in a wonderful
rhythmic pulsing of sheer pleasure. Six hard lunges he gave her before
pulling out and resting back on his heels, his wet and slippery cock
glinting in the daylight pouring in through the window.
	"Now that little slut daughter of yours I think."
	To the frantic thrashing and screaming of the woman the Messenger
dismounted from the bed and freed the naked daughter from the door
handle. He pushed the sobbing girl face down on top of her mother,
crushing her, breasts to breasts and mons against mons, and then he
knelt between the open thighs again. His cock reared in high
excitement as he pressed the head into the moist pink folds of the
daughter's inner lips, her warm young body a true delight to be in
contact with.
	"Your maidenhead his about to be broken, girl," he sneered and forced
up inside her cunt in one brutal and long thrust.
	The girl bucked and screamed as he rammed painfully up inside her
tender interior, his great length and thickness ripping at her
previously unexplored insides. Her back arched to press her stomach
harder down onto her mother and her head threw back as the burning
pain in her insides burned through her.
	Five slow and hard lunges he gave her before pulling out of the young
body, her hymen blood coating his pulsing cock. He used both thumbs to
ease her taut buttocks apart and to expose the rosy pink ring of her
anus and then located the great head against the tight puckered ring.
	The girl wailed pitifully as he forced his cock up her arse, ramming
it hard and fully up her tight little tunnel to send her whole body
into a series of racking spasms, spasms of pain that added a
delightful dimension of sensations for him. Gripping the young girl's
hips he fucked her hard, ramming into her body to grind her naked body
down onto that of her mother beneath. He arched his back and held his
head high as he rammed into the girl to defile her secret orifice, the
tightness of her around him a delight not often experienced in one so
young.
	It was most satisfying to him that the young girl gagged and vomited
as he emptied himself up inside her. He pulled back hard on her hips
as his cock jerked inside her to spill his hot seed deep into her soft
interior. As he pulled out of her he slapped her presented and ripped
backside playfully.
	"A most satisfying fuck you have provided me with," he announced
loudly. "I will visit you again before my visit is finished."
	He got off the bed and began to dress, again in slow and unhurried
fashion that showed his total contempt for them.
	"Your husband must know nothing of my being here until the time is
right that he should know. You will say nothing of this - or suffer
most terribly you will for it. You will go into chains in the commune
it one word of this is spoken and your husband...?"
	He chuckled as he dressed, to the deep and miserable sobbing of the
two women on the bed. His thoughts then moved to the commune, the many
women there and of the message that he had for them.

							***

In the governor's quarters of the commune the stranger sat, lounged
back in the chair and with his feet resting up on the table. He chewed
noisily on a chicken leg and tapped at his boot with the other hand,
the long riding crop striking leather against the polished leather.
	"Your commune has the worst production rate in the country, the Lord
Procurator is most displeased. He has sent me to investigate and to
remedy this unacceptable situation."
	The governor wriggled in embarrassment, his face flushed red as he
stumbled to reassure the stranger. He was a small and podgy man, over
fed and balding slightly but well dressed, he looked an authoritative
figure if in reality he was too weak in character.
	"I have witches at work here, within the ranks of women there are
subversives that scheme and plot against me. They are lazy and induce
others to be likewise, they fail me at every turn despite my fair-
minded rule over them."
	The stranger threw the remnants of the chicken leg casually aside and
gulped at his wooden beaker of mead. His tone when he spoke was one
filled with sarcasm and irritation.
	"And what have you done to eradicate these devil worshipers?"
	"Flogged them, two of the ringleaders have been flogged and to no
effect. They continue in their obstinate defiance of me."
	The stranger swung his feet to the floor and stood, he walked to the
window and looked down into the courtyard below.
	"How many women do you have here and what are their ages?"
	"Two hundred in all plus some with their husbands or fiancées. All
are outcasts or criminals of one type or another and sent here for
varying lengths of sentence. Ages are from eighteen to twenty-nine but
we have five older ones in their early thirties."
	The stranger felt his cock stir and stiffen, his balls were full and
aching, the time was coming when he would again cleanse the female
flesh and inject his pure seed into the wanton bodies of these
disobedient sluts. He turned to face into the room.
	"In ten months you have flogged just two women?"
	"As an example to the others - yes."
	The stranger huffed in derision.
	"Your guards carry whips but do not use them and your women prisoners
work fully clothed."
	The governor looked shocked.
	"But they are ladies...er, women, they could work no other way but
fully dressed. Decency dictates... their husbands..."
	The stranger gave a mocking laugh.
	"Who the hell cares about the women or their men? They are here to
work and, to date, have not worked hard enough it seems."
	The stranger strode back and forth, the hard heels of his long riding
boots echoing loudly on the bare floorboards.
	"Do you use them to sate your sexual needs?"
	The governor stood abruptly.
	"Most certainly not! I am a gentleman and..."
	"An ineffective governor," the stranger interrupted and sat down once
again.
	The governor remained silent.
	"I want a whipping post erected in the courtyard below, also a 'T'
frame and a set of stocks. These will be made and installed overnight
and will be of the most solid of constructions."
	The governor made to object but checked himself and simply nodded.
	The stranger continued.
	"You will refer to me as 'The Messenger' during my stay here. I will
bathe now and then will inspect some of your idle sluts during their
work. Bring me one young slut to question during my bathing, I'd like
to begin my investigations immediately."
He stretched himself lazily.
	"Then, I will begin the cleansing work of the Lord Procurator and
bring these wayward sluts of yours to heel."

							***

The Messenger lay back in the big wooden bath, his feet hanging over
the end and just his waist and hips covered by the watery suds. In his
right hand he held his riding crop and in his left the thin clay pipe
that he smoked constantly as was his habit.
	The girl was young, exceedingly so, she held her head down and looked
at the floor as she was ushered in and shuffled forward with ankle
chains rattling to stand at the foot of the bath. Her youth shone
through, the innocence and the soft complexion portraying her few
years despite the shapely swell of her bust as her dress pulled in
under it. The shape of her body, the stage of development it was at
showed clearly that she was a full woman in every sense of the word.
	"Take your bonnet off girl," the Messenger ordered her.
	"Sire," the guard offered, "for a woman to show her hair would be
considered...."
	"Silence!" the Messenger snapped and glared at the girl to show his
impatience at her inactivity. He waved his hand casually to dismiss
the guard from the room and waited until he was alone with the
trembling girl.
	"Do it," he hissed venomously.
	She complied; fumbling nervously under her chin to free the retaining
strap then pulled the crisp white bonnet from her head. She was
blonde; the long flowing locks tumbled down to her shoulders to
increase further her youthful appearance. Her wide pleading eyes and
soft almond shaped face gave her the appearance of a girl far, far
younger than her eighteen years.
	The Messenger groaned in delight and shifted his hips, the tip of his
erect cock jutting up through the soapy water. He gripped his stiff
rod below the water and squeezed it in luxuriously slow gripping
actions that displayed his arousal. It pleased him that the girl
flushed red and closed her eyes, she would see all soon enough and for
now simply flaunting himself at her innocence was pleasure enough.
	"Raise your skirt girl and show me your knees."
	She gasped in shock at the very suggestion and shook her head slowly.
No woman, no decent woman that is, would show even her ankle much less
her lower leg.
	The Messenger remained calm and silent. He sat up and then stood, his
naked body fully displayed and his long cock jutting out from his
black thatch of pubic hair. He made much of towelling himself dry, of
rubbing between his legs and of patting his stiff cock dry too. He
circled the girl menacingly in slow and deliberate strides designed to
instil uncertainty and fear. Naked and aroused he moved behind her and
raised the crop.
	"You will obey me," he stated coldly.
	The girl whimpered softly and then screamed as the crop cut hard down
across the tender top of her shoulder. So hard was the lash that her
knees buckled and she fought to retain her balance.
	"Obey," he repeated.
	She did not and yelped again as the crop stung at her other shoulder.
She began to sob and then stooped to gather her long skirt at the
front and to pull it hesitantly upward. Inch by inch she lifted the
hem and stood crying openly as she offered her knees for the
Messenger's inspection.
	He walked around to her front and stood triumphantly ogling her
shapely legs.
	"Higher," he demanded.
	She looked up fleetingly and then clamped her eyes shut tight; the
girl reluctantly pulled the hem of her dress up to the middle of her
thighs. Her white stockings and the pink garters holding them looked
cute and inviting against the pale flesh above them, sweet innocence
that only a girl as young as this could possess. Her hands trembled
and her shoulders shook, as she stood humiliated before the naked man.
	"Higher still," he commanded, his voice thick with arousal.
	She whimpered and shook her head slowly.
	The response was instant and swift, he lashed at the soft upper part
of her left arm, a savage blow that caused her body to jolt and her
head to throw back as she screamed.
	The Messenger grabbed the front of her skirt and hoisted it high,
laughing maniacally as he ogled her white silky breeches.
	"Oh yes!" he stated emphatically as she sobbed her misery, "what
delights you hide beneath your skirts. But no more from me - undress
you little whore!"
	The girl backed away, her eyes wide open now and staring pleadingly
at him.
	"Please sire," she begged, "I am betrothed to a man in the village.
If he should..."
	The girl screamed as the crop stung a cruel and hard blow across her
forearm that numbed the limb to hang uselessly by her side. Expertly
the man cut down again with the crop to numb the other arm and then
moved in on her. He grabbed and ripped, pulled and tore at her dress
until the thick material gave and was stripped from her body. His
arousal now at fever pitch and the sight of her soft silky breasts
ballooning over the top of her bodice he tore and ripped in a sexual
frenzy of pure urgency.
	Her little body was pulled this way and that as he jerked the
garments down and to the sides in a lust-filled race to see her naked
form. She sobbed loudly her misery and sunk to her knees as the under
garments covering the last of her modesty were torn from her body. She
knelt there, her whole body racked by great heaving sobs, one hand
between her legs and the other across her naked breasts to try to
cover herself. Her head hung down, her hair helping to cover her face
and her shame but her otherwise naked body fully on show to the
gloating man.
	"A little skinny but otherwise acceptable," he muttered and raised
the crop.
	"Who are the witches of the commune?"
	"Witches?" the girl asked in bemusement and then screamed as the crop
sliced down to burn a stripe of red-hot pain across her bare
shoulders.
 	She wailed a pitiful and agonised gurgling as the crop cut down
three more times, once on her back and twice on her buttocks. The girl
fell forward onto her hands and knees, her pert little buttocks
presented so temptingly and her back arched.
	"You will answer me whore, now or sometime later but answer me you
will."
	He lashed again at the sobbing girl, delighting in the bright red
welts that now showed clearly on her flesh. Six more lashes he laid on
the girl's taut buttocks before casting the crop aside and kneeling
behind her.
	"No! Please no!" the girl wailed and tried to crawl forward and to
avoid the invasion into her body.
	The Messenger gripped her narrow hips and pressed his cock flat
against the firm cleft of her buttocks, pulling her hard back to
prevent her movements. He groaned loudly in appreciation of the warm
youthful body against his cock and moaned constantly as he pulled her
harder back on to himself. In one deft shift of his hips he pulled
back to locate the head of his cock in the entrance of her tight
little pussy and pushed fully up inside her in one great thrust.
	"No man will want to marry you now, you slut," he crowed and began a
frantic pumping into her trembling body. Pulling back on her hips he
rammed hard into her, battering his hips against the firm rounds of
her taut buttocks. The Messenger savoured the tight feel of the just
passed virgin and the warmth of her insides around his cock. Her
pitiful wailing and begging were simply additions to his pleasure as
he withdrew almost completely and then plunged hard back up inside her
frail little body.
	Harder and faster he thrust into her, jerking his hips on the peak of
the inward strokes to get every last inch of his cock inside and to
add to her discomfort and misery. For many minutes he pumped into the
sobbing girl before grunting aloud and tensing. He moaned his
satisfaction as he emptied himself into her little body in excited
little jerks of his thick cock.
	"Your interrogation has only just begun, you little slut. Before long
you will sing to me the name of every lazy witch that ever passed
through this worthless place."
	He stood and kicked at her, propelling her forward onto her face to
sob in deep misery and the shame of having her maidenhood so brutally
taken from her. Discarded like a used rag, finished with and cast
aside.
	"Get out," he snapped in disgust at her wailing, "Get back to your
work, I will see you again before the week is out."

						***


In the fields surrounding the commune the sun beat down relentlessly
on the workingwomen. They laboured harder still as the Messenger
approached the group, flanked by two guards carrying multi-stranded
leather whips menacingly in their hands.
	He stood, tall and erect watching the group. Resplendent in his shiny
boots and black breeches, his black silk shirt and waistcoat adding to
the overall sinister appearance that he carried with him. The
Messenger eyed the women in turn; the entire group of twenty came
under his critical and scrutinising gaze.
	"Loin cloths," the Messenger stated aloud as the men walked amongst
the women, "as from tomorrow they will work in just loin cloths around
their hips and nothing else."
	His command brought smiles to the faces of the guards but shocked
expressions from the women, none of them though dared to speak out.
	The Messenger paused and turned, he pointed to a young girl with the
riding crop.
	"You! What is your name?"
	"Rosemary, sire," she answered fearfully.
	He walked over to her, halting just inches from her front.
	"And are you one of the witches, pretty Rosemary?"
	"Witches, sire?"
	He lashed her across the breasts with such force that the girl was
thrown back and stumbled, she fell onto her back in the dirt clutching
protectively at her burning breasts.
	"Bring the witch," he snapped as an order to the guards and turned,
"lock her up for the night, I will deal with her in the morning."
	The Messenger stood watching the shocked expressions on the women's
faces, his cock reared and twitched in excited reaction within his
breeches. The sluts would all suffer in turn, he though, and how they
would suffer too.
	He began to laugh and strode off, the sinister chuckling trailing
after him and was audible long after he had reached the edge of the
field.

						    ***

The young girl fought and struggled against the hold of the two beefy
guards as they dragged into the Messenger's bedchamber. She was naked
save for the small loincloth around her hips, the hem of which barely
covered her crotch and finished high up on her slender thighs. The
petite brunette stood passively before the end of the Messenger's bed,
his presence seemingly adding the calming factor to her efforts to
free herself from the guards. Her wrists were bound behind her back
and the usual short chain shackled her ankles, she stood with head
down and her naked chest heaving as she awaited the Messenger's
pleasure. The perfectly formed orbs of her breasts were in perfect
symmetry and in good proportion to the rest of her slim body. Her rosy
pink nipples were a delight to behold as they jutted out in firmness
from her neat breasts. Fully developed yet holding a certain
innocence, the breasts and nipples of this girl were temptation
itself.
	The Messenger pulled back the thick candlewick bedspread to show his
nakedness, his long, thick cock rearing up in hard erection. He
chuckled heartily as the girl gasped and averted her eyes from him.
	"Be gone," he said to the guards and lay there silently ogling her
near naked body as she stood trembling before him. As the door closed
and they were alone he issued the command.
	"Come forward, kneel on the bed and kiss my cock, you worthless
slut."
	The girl's head flicked up, her expression one of shocked horror.
	"Do as I say bitch or suffer for your disobedience."
	The girl did not move forward, she instead backed fearfully away,
shaking her head in denial that he could even suggest such a
disgusting act.
	The Messenger moved swiftly, swinging his legs around and to the
floor, in two long strides he was at her side, his great fist gripping
and bunching in her long hair. He twisted and screwed his fist around
until the girl yelped in pain and rose onto tiptoe to try to ease the
strain on her burning scalp. Her head was pulled back to arch her body
and to push her chest out. His free hand covered one of her sweet
breasts and kneaded the firm orb greedily. The Messenger's bony
fingers caressed and stroked, the finger and thumb trapping the hard
bud of her nipple to squeeze and to pull it painfully.
	"You will kiss and suck my cock, you whore," he stated firmly.
	"No sire," she uttered defiantly, "I will not."
	She screamed and dropped to her knees as the tug on her hair bore
downward, her face now close to the end of his throbbing cock. She
eyed the pulsing member fearfully and whimpered at the very thought of
complying with his demands.
	"Suck it," he demanded.
	The girl shook her head slowly, cringing as the pain in her scalp
burned harder under even that slight movement.
	The Messenger pressed his hard cock against her tightly closed lips,
the great head leaking pre-lubrication that smeared over her full
lips.
	"Suck, you little whore!"
	She remained defiant, clamping her lips even more tightly to prevent
him access to her mouth. The girl screamed as he hoisted her by the
hair to her feet. In a mind-blurring whirl of confusion she was spun
around several times and pitched forward and face down over the end of
the bed. She remained there sobbing, her feet on the floor and her
face pressed down onto the bed with her buttocks presented high in the
air. Unable to do anything expect stand, her hands bound behind her
back and her feet planted as wide apart as the ankles chains would
allow, she was helpless in that position.
	The girl sobbed even harder as she felt his hand slip under the
loincloth to feel between her legs, the little panties doing little to
offer resistance to his probing fingers. The thin material was ripped
unceremoniously from her little body and the loincloth was tugged from
her also to leave her totally naked before him. She pleaded and begged
as his hands roamed her buttocks and thighs, the fingers touching her
naked sex and pushing in between the puffy pussy lips to test her
wetness. His fingers trailed and stroked over her silky warm flesh,
touching even at the rosy pink entrance to her anus between the tight
cleft of her buttocks.
The assault on her private areas continued for many minutes, the
Messenger moaning his pleasure constantly as he fondled the young girl
in a heated caressing of deep sexual arousal and longing.
	"You will suck my cock," he repeated.
	"No, sire, I will not," came the muffled reply as her face was buried
deep into the bedclothes.
	The Messenger raised the riding crop and pulled back. He swung in
with all the force he could muster to slam the hard crop down across
the taut rounded buttocks. So hard was the lash that the crop snapped
in two.
	Her whole body bucked and reared under the savage impact. Her head
and shoulders lifted and her legs braced as her entire body tensed. It
took several seconds for her to scream and when she did it was the
pained wailing of an animal hurt. The pitiful wailing echoed around
the otherwise silent room and her body began to convulse. Her breasts
and shoulders shook as the deep burning pain seeped into her body and
she gagged as the nausea began to rise in her throat. As she relaxed
her face slumped forward again to bury back into the bedclothes and to
muffle her screams.
	The Messenger went to his bag by the side of the bed, unhurried and
precise his movements to get the fresh lash. Six long leather strands
attached to a bound handle formed the new lash, the ends of the thin
strands knotted to add another and more painful dimension to the
cruelty he was about to inflict. He teased them out and untangled the
strands before selecting the part of her body at which to strike.
	The strands of the lash struck across one side of her buttocks, the
ends of the strands curling to strike hard on her inner upper thigh
and her pussy lips. Cruel and unforgiving the leather strands slashed
at her tender flesh to mark her creamy skin in vivid red welts.
Again the girl's slim body locked in tension and her head threw back
against her shoulders.
	"Oh God Please!" she wailed, "no more! Please no more."
	She received more though; three spiteful and harsh lashes of the
thongs before the Messenger paused. He was panting hard, his hard cock
twitching in pulsing excitement at the mistreatment of the little
slut.
	"Suck me, bitch," he restated firmly.
	She was silent and he struck again, this time to the backs of her
thighs and then again at the tender parts of the backs of her knees.
	Harder and faster he thrashed her, his excitement fired by the
pounding sexual urge and her continued defiance of him. The lashes
rained in until her buttocks were a mass of red blotches with deep
purple and blue bruising to mar her pale skin. It was terrible
thrashing of the worst kind but one that fed his pumping sexual charge
higher still.
The Messenger delighted in the way her shoulders shook with her great
heaving sobs but the defiant little bitch would not give in. He
mounted the bed, kneeling close to her head with his thighs spread
wide and facing over her body. Her hair pressed against his throbbing
cock and then he struck again in a savage overhead swing of the lash.
The strands cut down the crease of her backside, the ends stinging
painfully on her parted labia, the puffy outer lips taking the full
brunt of the lash.
	The girl screamed non-stop but her head lifted slightly, her tear-
stained face full of misery and defeat. On the second lash she kissed
the tip of his cock hesitantly and on the third hard lash her mouth
opened and then closed over the head of his stiff member.
	"Better," he mumbled in triumph and lashed at her buttocks again.
	Her mouth worked on him in a pain fed and crazed sucking designed to
please and to end her torture. She slurped noisily on his cock,
forcing her head down to take most of his member into her soft wet
cavern. The urgency of her sucking increased with each cruel lash of
the strands on her buttocks and open pussy. Her head bobbed in a
frantic drive to get him to come and to bring to an end the searing
pain being given to her sex.
	Her head recoiled and she gagged as the first warm spurts of his come
shot deep into the back of her throat. The move was checked however by
his grip on her hair that held her head steady as he jerked his hips
to pump his seed into her. Thick globules of his come oozed out from
between his shaft and her lips to dribble down her chin and onto the
bedclothes. When he was finished with her he pushed her roughly aside,
to propel her little body to crumple in a heap on the floor.
	"I will rest now, slut and during the night, when I feel the urge I
will fuck that sweet little pussy of yours and show you what a man's
cock feels like up inside you."
He chuckled heartily at her renewed sobbing and added as a sneer,
"your tight little arse needs stretching too."
	At that the girl began to wail and sob even louder in her misery.

						***

Dawn saw all of the women and men of the commune gathered in the large
open area of the courtyard. The husbands and fiancés were separated as
was usual and the ranks of women flanked the flogging post and other
apparatus erected during the previous day and night.
	The Messenger stood ready, naked from the waist up and his well-
muscled body glinting in the light as the sun rose over the high
administration block of the commune. He wore black riding boots and
breeches and in his hand he held the long bullwhip with the snaking
strand hanging down in the dust soil.
	The young girl that had been imprisoned overnight was tied to the
flogging post; both wrists bound and stretched high above her head to
raise her onto tiptoe. She was fully clothed and facing the post,
whimpering her fear as the allotted time drew near.
	The Messenger stepped forward and in one great tug ripped the back
off the young girl's dress down the back to reveal her naked flesh. He
ripped again and then again to strip the clothing from the blubbering
girl to startled gasps of shock from the watching crowd.
	Soon the girl was naked, pressing her front against the wide post to
try to cover her naked breasts and pussy from view and crossing her
knees to hide her hairy bush.
	"Your work rate in the fields will increase," the Messenger announced
loudly to the gathered women as he positioned himself to the side of
the naked girl, "two-fold."
	His arm pulled back and then he swung into the blow to lash the whip
hard across the small of the girl's back. The long snaking whip cut
across her body, the tip swinging around under the momentum to cut
cruelly into the tender flesh of her side.
	She screamed a pained wailing of the deepest agony and her little
body bucked against the post as the thin leather coil burned at her
tender flesh. Her eyes locked wide and her mouth hung open, gaping her
agony to the sky above her.
	Again he lashed at her and then again, the whip cutting at the flesh
on her back to leave thin red tramlines of vivid redness on her pale
skin. He was hard, his cock stiff within his breeches and pulsing its
need in his wild excitement. More he lashed her, cruel and stinging
blows that cut now across her rounded buttocks and the tops of her
thighs. He paused in his thrashing of her only when the girl slumped
exhausted against her bonds. Her back and buttocks were criss-crossed
by red lines and broken skin that trickled her blood, bearing
testimony to the savagery of her beating.
	The Messenger moved in on her, throwing the whip aside and pulling
down the front of his breeches. He advanced on her, jutting his hips
outward to offer his long stiff cock for the benefit of the many
watching women. Their disgusted gasps delighted him and he offered his
cock to his audience with the greatest of pride.
	The girl wailed louder as he located the head of his cock at the
tight puckered ring of muscles surrounding her anus and pushed in. She
gagged in pain as his thick cock ripped her sphincter as he entered,
pushing the whole of his length up inside her little body.
	Before the watching crowd he began a hard and brutal thrusting up
into the girl, delighting in her pained wailing and the disgusted
looks of the watching women. The Messenger battered his hips hard
against her frail little body in his urgency as he pumped his cock in
and out of her tight tunnel. Her little body was crushed against the
hard wooden post as he pounded his hips against her in his urgency. At
last he grunted aloud and came, emptying his thick come deep up inside
her moist interior.
	Slowly he withdrew, his wet cock glistening in the light, slicked by
her body moisture and by his own seed that dribbled from the eyehole.
	"Later I will choose another of you and then another, and will
continue to do so until the witches amongst you reveal themselves and
production increases."
	The Messenger laughed loudly as the stunned women were led away to
their work.

							***

The governor sighed and sat, his head in his hands to display the
despair he felt. He rested his elbows on his desk and sighed heavily
again.
	"But your methods..."
	"Are effective and working already, unlike those you employed for so
long to bring failure and shame on the commune - and to the lord
procurator."
	The Messenger stood at his favourite place by the window, looking
down onto the three naked women bound to the wooden frameworks in the
compound below. His cock stirred into life at the sight of the one
bent over in the stocks. Her slim thighs were pulled wide apart and
tied at the ankles, the shapely limbs tensed in stress and looking
delightfully tempting. The swell of her presented buttocks too offered
a cock-twitching sight that simply invited both thrashing and a stiff
cock driven hard up between them.
	"But the beatings and the sexual aspect..."
	"Are all part of subduing the women and keeping rebellion at bay."
	The Messenger turned and rested back against the window frame.
	"Does your wife obey you?"
	The governor looked up questioningly.
	"Why yes of course she does."
	The Messenger smiled wryly.
	"Why?"
	"Because I am her husband."
	The Messenger laughed.
	"She obeys because she is in fear and will comply when you wish to
use her body, because men with a firm hand rule over women and always
will."
	"I respect my wife," the governor countered.
	"But she still fucks when you want to use her."
	The governor stood up.
	"We are not discussing my wife here but the women of the commune."
	The Messenger smiled and turned back to the window.
	"All women are sluts," he said and then lowered his voice and
muttered softly, "Your wife and daughter included."
	He began to chuckle, a low and pleasure filled laughter that grew in
intensity and volume as the governor walked out slamming the door hard
behind him.
							***

Mounted on his black horse the Messenger began his rounds of the
working groups in the surrounding fields. He paused outside the gate
of the compound to allow the four running guards to catch up with him
and then trotted southwest to the first of the chain gangs.
	The women now worked almost naked, they wore only the skimpy
loincloths around their hips but split at the sides as they were, the
cloths hid little of the slender hips and thighs beneath. The
Messenger delighted in the array of slim naked bodies as the women
toiled. The way their breasts giggled and bounced as they worked but
best of all was the taut muscles in their thighs that seemed to tense
and relax in an erotic dance of sexual beckoning to him. He could just
visualise some of those wonderfully powerful thighs wrapped around his
head, crushing his ears as he licked their pussies. The way those
bodies would buck and writhe as he nibbled at their clitorises and
fingered their delightfully tight arses. He felt the surges of sexual
excitement beginning to pump down into his loins to swell his ball sac
and stiffen his cock.
	That morning he chose a more mature woman, a black raven-haired slut
with olive skin and deep, dark flashing eyes. Judging by the body hair
under her armpits and on her forearms her pussy would be a veritable
jungle he thought. Hairy pussies were a particular favourite of his,
the longer and thicker the hair around their sweet little sexes the
better he liked it.
	"Lift your loincloth," he commanded her as he steered his horse
closer.
	The woman stood defiant with her hoe in her hand. Her back was
straight and her head up, her flashing eyes issued a silent challenge
and her manner was one of disrespect.
	"I said," the Messenger repeated in a tired tone, "lift your
loincloth."
	She didn't move.
	The lash came so fast that the other women gasped in shock, the long
whip struck across the shoulder of the olive-skinned woman and curled
up and around to bite cruelly at her right breast. She flinched and
bit her lip but stood as she had been, silent and defiant despite the
pain.
	"Help her to comply," the Messenger ordered the guards.
	The woman fought, kicked and punched as much as she could as the four
guards grabbed her and removed the loincloth and her little panties.
The jet-black bush of hair nestling between her thighs was truly
amazing and the Messenger eyed it lustfully as it became exposed. The
thick mat of hair not only covered her entire pussy and lips but
reached down the insides of her thighs and up almost to her navel.
	"A fiery one for sure you are, slut," he announced and leaned down to
stroke at her lean shoulder.
	She spat in his face and uttered a string of curses.
	His response was swift and yet menacingly calm.
	"Unshackle her feet and set the bitch running," he ordered the
guards.
	The moment her feet were freed she broke and ran, her naked backside
wobbling temptingly as she fled away from the group across the
ploughed field towards the woodland beyond.
	"Catch her, the Messenger said in an even tone, "and when you do -
fuck her, all four of you - fuck her."
	The guards needed no second telling, they shouted and cheered their
delight as they chased after the fleeing woman. The four big men
pounded after her in a state of high sexual arousal and determined to
carry out their orders. Each trying to out-run the other to be first
to take the prize.
	Whilst the chase went on the Messenger turned to a small redheaded
girl and pointed the handle of the whip at her.
	"Strip naked, girl."
	She swallowed hard and complied readily, her nervousness showing in
her trembling hands as she slipped the small cloth from her hips. She
stumbled in balance as she slipped her little panties down and dropped
them around her ankles. Once totally naked she stood with head bowed
as he looked down on her fiery red thatch and slim pale thighs.
	"Here girl," he commanded and threw down the key so that she could
unshackle her ankles.
	As she came close alongside the horse he reached down and grasped her
upper arm. In one great heave he lifted the girl up to sit astride the
horse and saddle in front of him, her back to his chest and her thighs
stretched wide. With both hands he lifted her hips, located his cock
at the entrance to her pussy and lowered the girl down on to his cock.
	The young girl cried out as his cock penetrated her virgin pussy and
her hymen broke. Her hands gripped the horn of the saddle and she
sucked in air to feed the burning pain inside her body. His great
length was buried up inside her and she experienced the feel of a cock
inside her for the very first time. Her pained expression and the way
she was tensed added to her discomfort and fear as her little body
adjusted to the huge throbbing invader of her pussy.
	In the distance the Messenger could see the olive-skinned woman on
her back in the dirt, her knees were up and the white arse of a guard
was pumping frantically up and down on her whilst the others held her
arms and legs tightly. Her screams and wailed protests carried over
the long distance to add to the scene and thrill of enforced
intercourse. He spurred his horse to a trot and steered toward the
group, the little redhead bouncing up and down on his cock with the
movements of the horse. More he spurred the horse as her tight little
pussy gripped around his throbbing shaft, the hard bouncing and
shifting of her brought such wonderful feelings and sensations to his
flesh enveloped cock. Her breasts giggled delightfully as did her neat
little buttocks as the horse cantered across the field and her grunts
of discomfort were simply an added bonus.
	As the horse neared the fucking group the Messenger came, grunting as
he shot his load up inside the body of the sweet little virgin girl.
He sat there savouring the feel of her warm body around him as he
watched the olive-skinned woman receive the third cock up inside her
pussy.
	The woman screamed and writhed, thrashing against the strong hands
pinioning her but to no avail, she was fully raped four times before
the men finally released her arms and legs.
	"Tie her hands," the Messenger ordered, "she goes to the stocks for
the night and I will take her there myself."
	The free end of the rope was passed to the Messenger and looped
around the horn of the saddle. He turned the horse and spurred it to a
gallop; the olive-skinned woman was then jerked and pulled behind him
by the wrists. The woman ran fast to keep up but stumbled, falling
onto her front to be dragged behind the horse over the rough ploughed
field. He laughed aloud, his free hand circling the girl on his lap to
cup her breasts as his cock began to stiffen again inside her body. He
whipped the horse some more and moaned his pleasure as his cock
attained full hardness again inside the wet warm cavern of the
redhead's pussy. The long ride to the compound was pleasure for him
and hell for the woman being dragged but did he care? Not a bit, she
was after all, simply a woman.

						    ***

The woman was about twenty-eight years old with mousy hair and a
pretty face. She was naked and tied down on the top of the wooden
table in the governor's quarters. Her arms were pulled back and to the
sides, the ends of the ropes secured to the legs of the table and her
ankles similarly bound at the other end of the long table.
	"You are a witch, slut, admit it."
	"No sire, not I. For I am no witch."
	"Yes," he stated and tipped the lighted candle.
	The woman screamed as the drip of hot wax fell onto her naked breast,
the deep burning penetrating down into her very soul it seemed. Her
screaming continued as the wax cooled and formed into a hard white
crust. Slowly and in his usual precise movements the messenger tipped
the candle again. A second drip fell on the tender skin between her
breasts to send her into wild bucking of her body as the burning heat
seared into her delicate skin.
	"Yes," the Messenger stated.
	"No!" the woman wailed.
	She screamed again as the next drip of hot wax hit full on her right
nipple to send her whole body into violent spasms as she fought the
pain and struggled against her bonds. Her hips bucked upward and her
back arched, her head and shoulders strained forward against her
restraints and her face creased in terrified agony. Again a drip fell
to coat her left nipple, the searing pain sending her into yet another
body jerking series of convulsions.
	"Yes, a witch," the Messenger stated evenly.
	"No! No!"
	The screaming stopped as the next drip fell on her stomach just below
her breasts. She tensed and gasped as the next drip travelled a little
lower down. Her struggling became frantic, her head thrashing from
side to side as the next drip hit on her navel and she realised its
intended path and final goal.
	"Not there, please not there," she pleaded pitifully.
	The next drip hit just above her mons, on the rise of her mound close
to her clitoris to matt in the thick curls of her pubic hair.
	"Please," she begged, "Please no."
	The woman bucked anew and writhed in agony as the hot wax dripped
onto her tender bud of a clitoris. Her thighs clamped in tension and
her back arched off the table. Her scream reverberated around the room
as the burning pain bit at her tender flesh.
	"Talk, witch."
	"No, not a witch."
	She screamed again as the drip of wax fell into the soft pink folds
of her inner pussy lips and then again as the next fell close to her
anus and trickled down the crease of her arse.
	"Well, witch?" the Messenger sneered.
	"Yes! A witch, I am a witch but please just stop!"
	Satisfied, the Messenger lowered the candle, bringing the flame close
to her erect clitoris. The heat transmitted over to singe the pulsing
bud.
	"Witches must suffer for their evil doings."
	Her whole body bucked, her wrists wriggling within the restraining
ropes in a vane effort to gain her release. Her knees quivered in
reaction to the agonising heat on her tender parts and her mound and
buttocks tried to shrink back from the pain.
	"God haven't I suffered enough?" she pleaded.
	He laughed, a loud and mocking laugh.
	"Not by half, slut. Your pain has only just begun."
	He put the candle aside and selected the birch. He weighed the
instrument in his right hand and stroked luxuriously at his stiff cock
with the other. The thin knobbly twigs of the bunch of birch were
securely tied to the wooden handle, like a besom broom in miniature it
was both hard yet giving in its construction. It was a most savage of
instruments to be used on the human body and on soft tender flesh such
as hers - sheer and unadulterated agony.
 	The Messenger raised the birch above his shoulder, paused for effect
and then lashed down with it across the woman's breasts. It was a most
savage of blows that rained hundreds of shards of prickling pain on
her in one agonising stroke. The hard twigs lashed down in a most
cruel fashion to sting harshly at her tender orbs and her singed
nipples, the rounded mounds bounced under the impact of the blow and
her body locked in tension in response. Blow after harsh blow stung at
her body in a relentless assault of sheer wanton sadism.
The woman screamed on, her wailing now more one of desperate pleading
for mercy rather than of pain. It was loud and long her screaming,
portraying her acute suffering at the hands of the stranger.
	"Be cleansed witch," the Messenger chuckled and lashed down again. He
lashed her time after time until her soft orbs were a reddened mass of
blotches and stripes, then he started on her stomach.
	The wailing went on all throughout the thrashing; it reached its peak
as he beat at her pussy mound and at the tops of her thighs. It was
then that she deprived him of further pleasure and slipped into
unconsciousness and slumped back on the table.
	The Messenger moved around to the end of the table and pushed his
erect cock up into the lifeless pussy of the woman. He grunted and
came, spurting his seed into the reddened pussy lips and then
withdrawing to shoot powerful spurts of his seed up and onto her
stomach.
	"One witch detected," he crowed and rubbed himself against her
lifeless body, "But still more to find."
He began to hum as he dressed. Dinner would come next and then his
search would be renewed - with the utmost vigour.

					  ***

Darkness was falling, the compound area half-lit by the burning
torches and beacons placed around the retaining walls. In the centre
were the stocks and the olive-skinned woman secured into them. She was
bent forward at the waist, her neck and wrists trapped securely within
the halves of the wooden construction. At the ankles her feet were
roped and pulled apart, stretching her thighs and buttocks to expose
her sex and her anus to the rear. Her naked body glistened in the
light despite the cold evening air and goosepimples covered her
muscular body as she tensed when he approached.
	The Messenger acted without words, he lashed at her bare buttocks
with a cat-of-nine-tails to draw a shocked cry and a pained yell from
the woman. Two more hard lashes stung at her body before he moved
close, his hand cupping her pussy from the rear and his thumb pushing
up inside her anus. He pinched and squeezed cruelly to exert a most
uncomfortable pressure on her most tender parts.
	"Have you learned some manners, witch?"
	She cursed him and struggled within her wooden prison to show her
continuing contempt for him.
	The Messenger worked to loop the thin threads and to attach them, one
to each of her firm nipples. He added heavy rocks to the other ends
and allowed the weights to dangle down free beneath her body.
	The woman gritted her teeth to cope with the new set of pain as her
nipples and breasts were tugged harshly down under the great weights
put upon them. So heavy were the weights that her breasts were
distorted in shape under the dreadful tension, pulled down so hard
that it seemed that her nipples would tear free from her flesh.
	"First you will learn to respect me. Secondly you will admit to being
the witch that you are."
	"Go to hell," she hissed through clenched teeth.
	He worked silently to force the thick leather dildo up into her pussy
from behind. The thick shaft, stitched and sewn was hard against her
tender insides as the wide shaft stretched her pussy lips to grip
tightly around the huge phallus. Once full rammed up inside her the
Messenger eased a thin stick into her anus, pushing it far up inside
her tight tunnel to draw grunts of discomfort from the pinioned woman.
Once all was set the Messenger moved around to the front of the stocks
and positioned himself close to her lowered mouth. He freed his cock
and pressed the velvety head against the lips of her mouth.
	"You will suck my cock as a sign of subservience to me, you useless
slut."
	She clamped her mouth tightly and mumbled her refusal.
	"Very well," he said evenly and pulled the cat-of-tails back over his
shoulder.
	The powerful lash swung over and down to sting harshly on her lower
back and buttocks, the tiny lead weighs attached to the tips of the
strands biting and cutting cruelly into her olive flesh. Her back
arched and she yelped her agony as the stinging pain flooded through
her entire body. Vivid red marks, so prominent that even in the dim
light showed clearly as marks on her otherwise unblemished skin.
	Again he swung down and then again, increasing the power of each last
so as to inflict the maximum pain on the screaming woman. Ten hard
lashes he laid on her before pausing to gloat.
	"Will you suck me now, bitch, or do you wish to suffer more?"
	Her lips loosened and she kissed the tip of his throbbing cock in
humble defeat.
	"Lick it, slut. Lick it as would a cat that wants its cream."
	He groaned as her soft wet tongue licked across the tip, curling and
circling the head of his cock in a desperate effort to please. Her
tongue worked with a natural ease to tease and to delight. The
Messenger pressed in, forcing just the head of his pulsing cock
between the full red lips of the sobbing woman. He came, spurting his
thick seed into her mouth and over her face as she recoiled slightly
in disgust. The Messenger grunted loudly with each spurt that shot up
her nose and into her eyes in excited jerks of powerful ejaculation.
Using his hand he wanked every last drop of his seed from his cock,
savouring the whimpering of the woman as the thick globules of his
cock trickled down over her face and into her mouth.
	"Better," he stated evenly, "tomorrow I will test you again and hear
you confess to being a witch."
	He chuckled as he replaced his cock into his breeches and took one
last look at the pained expression of the woman before walking back
toward the governor's quarters.

							***

The little slut brought to his bedchamber for the night was a true
delight. Young, so very young looking with the face and hair of an
angel and the body of a saint was how the Messenger viewed her. She
was small and petite, no more than five feet tall and her slim body
and breasts in perfect proportions. She had long blonde hair and
bright blue eyes that sparkled innocence and child-like simplicity in
her views of the world. Despite her nakedness she held a charming
confidence about her, an eagerness to please and to be subservient.
	"Walk for me child," the Messenger instructed as he undressed.
	He watched as the little girl strode back and forth across the room,
her little breasts bouncing delightfully and her slender thighs moving
with a tantalising ease and grace. She walked almost on tiptoe in a
flowing and erotic motion of sheer temptation and the way her firm
little buttocks jutted out in hard roundness brought his cock to
instant erection.
	"Squat, face me and squat, I want to see your pussy."
	The little girl complied, parting her knees and then lowering her
backside down onto her heels to display her sex unhindered. The sweet
little pussy lips parted to show a bright pink gash of her moist inner
lips that brought a blob of pre-come oozing from the Messenger's cock.
Her little hard bud of a clitoris jutted out from the top of her
opened pussy lips to add to the most tempting of sights. It looked so
clean and untouched, so sweet and perfect in it presentation, a pussy
that only one so young could possess.
	"Stand, face away from me and place your hands on the floor."
	Without hesitation the girl did as she was bid, presenting her back
and bending at the waist. She naturally shifted her feet apart and
spread her thighs. Her little gash was fully displayed between her
slender little thighs and the tight cleft of her buttocks clearly
showed the little bud of her arse hole in all its glory. She was a
true delight, a perfect woman in miniature and one that sent the
messenger's pulses racing at an all-time high. His cock throbbed so
much it almost hurt, never had he felt so aroused by a naked girl and
he had seen and fucked many. This little angel was truly heaven sent
and he intended to savour the delights she offered to the full.
	The Messenger approached her from behind, gripping her narrow hips
and pulling her firm little buttocks hard back against his throbbing
cock. He let out a low groan and growled at the feel of the warm
little body against him. He pulled her back harder onto him and rubbed
his hard length down the crease of her tight little buttocks.
	"Will it hurt sire?" she asked in a nervous little voice that sought
reassurance.
	He grasped her long hair and pulled her head back toward him to bow
her body and to increase the thrust of her buttocks against him.
	"Pain is mine to give and yours to receive," he stated coldly and
located the head of his cock at the entrance to her little pussy.
	He pulled back on her hair as he forced up inside her, groaning
loudly at the tight feel of her body around his great cock. Her little
gasps of discomfort and fear added to his excitement as he thrust far
up inside her little body and began a frantic pounding into her pussy.
Fast and hard he rode the little girl, lunging full power to slam hard
against her slight frame. Mid-way through his fucking he paused and
withdrew, shifting his hips to press the head of his cock against the
tight little entrance to her anus.
	"Oh God," she whimpered fearfully and tensed her whole body. The
little girl screamed as he pushed in, his great girth splitting the
little ring of muscles easily apart as he forced up inside her.
	There he rode her, like his stallion he rutted and jerked against her
little body to shake and batter her slight frame violently. With a
newfound vigour he pumped into the little body and came instantly that
she cried out in pain and gasped as his seed filled her rectum. He
slowed his strokes and savoured the feel of the fresh young body
around him.
	"You sleep with me each night," he commanded. "An angelic little body
like yours is not to be wasted. Report to my bed each and every
night."
	The girl slumped forward onto her hands and knees as he withdrew from
her. She was panting hard and aware of his thick come oozing out of
her bloodstained anus.
	"Yes, sire," she said dutifully and began to cry softly.

						***

The governor sat behind his desk and the Messenger stood at the window
looking down onto the stocks and the olive-skinned slut still locked
in them.
	"Production has increased somewhat but is still down on the expected
levels. Two witches identified but still defiance from some of your
sluts."
	The governor cleared his throat and spoke, the nervousness that he
felt obvious in his trembling voice.
	"You have ordered that all women now should work totally naked," the
governor said.
	The Messenger didn't turn but stared out of the window, his tone
almost distant and detached.
	"Mmmm, yes. So much nicer to view and easier to select the ones to
fuck."
	"That is a point I wish to raise with you. One of the women's
husbands has made a complaint."
	"Has he now?"
	"He objects - and rightly so I might add - to his wife being paraded
naked before all and sundry."
	The Messenger was silent for a moment and then his lips curled back
in a wicked smile.
	"Bring him here then, bound and shackled. I will speak with this
upstart that dares to question my methods."
	The governor rose to his feet and summoned the guard. Before he could
issue the full instruction the Messenger spoke again.
	"And bring his slut wife here too."
	As he looked down into the courtyard the Messenger's shoulders began
to shake, the laughter rising within him came spilling out in a low
and evil chuckle that by now was well known in the whole of the
commune.

							***

The husband was bound hand and foot and stood at the side of the room
near the door. He was gagged and his eyes locked wide open in horror
as his naked wife was ushered into the room.
	The long rope trailing from her bound wrists was thrown over the
rafter above and then she was stretched up onto tiptoe with her hands
pulled high above her head.
	"Mmmm, what a nice pair of tits she has," the Messenger leered loudly
for the benefit of the husband.
	He moved close to her and with both hands began caressing and
stroking the woman's breasts. The Messenger made much of pulling and
tweaking her nipples and moaning his pleasure loudly as he did so, his
bony fingers kneading hard at the soft rounded orbs of her breasts.
The frantic struggling and muffled protest of the husband simply added
to the thrill of the actions. He kissed and then sucked on the firm
jutting buds, slurping noisily and grunting his delight. He licked and
kissed her breasts and nipples, moaning his pleasure loudly as he
covered every inch of the swelling orbs.
	"See how your slut wife enjoys another man's mouth on her?"
	"No!" the woman cried out, "I don't like it nor want it."
	The Messenger slapped her face so hard that her head was rocked to
the side.
	"You like it slut because I say that you do."
	His hand slipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. He hooked his
middle finger to slide it up inside the woman's pussy and to explore
her moist interior. He looked across to the red faced and struggling
husband.
	"Mmmm, your slut wife is wet. She desires a good cock up her it seems
- more than you can give her I'll wager. The dirty whore is in need of
a real man to fuck her."
	The Messenger withdrew from her and dropped his breeches; he held his
stiff cock in his right hand and pressed the head against her puffy
pussy lips. Slowly he rubbed the head up and down her slit as the
woman begged to be spared the humiliation and suffering. Pressing the
huge head into the moist folds of her sex and prodding lightly at the
entrance to her tunnel he made much of his actions and laughed in the
direction of her husband.
	"See!" the Messenger said excitedly, "see how her nipples stiffen in
arousal and her clitoris hardens in desire. She wants my cock, she
silently urges me to push it up into her. Your wife is a wanton slut
and a witch also I think."
	He moved around her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down the
crease of her arse and pressing into the cleft of her buttocks.
	"Witches don't like their arses being fucked, do they, slut?"

	"Noooooo!" she wailed pitifully and struggled within her bonds.
	He laughed aloud and positioned the head of is cock on her tight
little ring of muscles. His knees eased her legs apart and he drove up
into her body and pulling back on her hips for purchase. The Messenger
rested there, savouring the feel of her body on him and looking across
to her struggling husband.
	"She likes it up the arse it seems," he sniggered and began slowly
pulling out and pushing back in.
	In slow and deliberate strokes he violated her secret passage as her
husband watched and muttered his silenced protests. The Messenger
groaned aloud and grunted in pleasure as he pumped his long cock up
her tight little entrance. His hands came around her body, one to cup
her breasts and the other to cover her pussy. His hands and fingers
worked in tandem as he thrust hard up into the woman's anus; he felt
and rubbed furiously as his rising orgasm steadily built.
	"My! But doesn't your slut wife wail so prettily?" he gloated, "Does
she sing like this when you fuck her arse?"
	He chuckled at the frantic thrashing of the husband as he tried
angrily to free himself from his bonds. The Messenger grunted even
louder still and then tensed as he injected his thick seed up inside
the man's wife. He withdrew, wiping his cock on her buttocks before
replacing his breeches.
	"Your wife is a wonderful fuck up the arse," he complimented, "I must
try her pussy next."
	The Messenger selected a long thin cane and positioned himself at the
side of the weeping woman.
	"Now, slut. Tell me what you are. Confess to being one of the
witches."
	"No sire," she sobbed, "not I."
	Her mouth gaped open and her eyes locked wide as the cane cut swiftly
down to lash across the tops of her breasts close to her nipples. It
was an expert cut that hit both breasts equally and bounced them as
the cane connected on soft flesh.
	He positioned himself again, attaining a set stance and resting the
tip of the cane on just one of her nipples. He pulled the cane back
and up and then lashed down with a most savage blow to strike on her
firm bud.
	Her screaming was so loud that it made the ears crackle; the watching
governor covered his ears with his hands as she wailed her pain to the
otherwise silent room. Again he struck down striking the other nipple
and delighting in the renewed screaming of the sobbing woman.
	"Well, witch, will you confess?"
	"Pleeease!" she begged urgently between sobs, "spare me this pain
sire. I am no witch."
	He struck down again, hard across her breasts and then levelled the
next stroke to hit up on the underside of her breasts.
	"Are you a witch?" he demanded excitedly.
	"No sire!"
	He paused, his chest heaving and panting hard in his wild excitement.
In one deft move he released the rope to allow the woman to crash down
to the floor on her hands and knees. The Messenger towered over the
grovelling woman, his cock now stiff again and pressing the tight
breeches out at the front to form a small tent in the material.
	The woman knelt there, her body heaving as she sucked in air, her
bound hands and her bruised knees supporting her weight. Her head hung
down between her arms and her body heaved with great pitiful sobs of
deep misery. Her backside stuck up temptingly and her breasts dangled
down beneath her body, her thighs were parted in a base and animal-
like position of heated mating need.
	The Messenger pulled down his breeches to free his hard cock that
jutted out in stiff arousal, twitching expectantly as he looked down
on the pathetic slut at his feet.
	"Are you a witch, slut?"
	She shook her head slowly. And then screamed, her head throwing back
as the hard cane sliced down to cut across her presented buttocks.
	Again the Messenger struck and then again, the rigid cane smacking
noisily on her firm flesh to precede her pained wailing. Her whole
body jerked forward under the impact of each harsh lash, defeat and
submission now coming to her in great waves as the pain tore through
her being.
	"Yes!" she gasped at last and sobbed her misery as she made the
admission. "Yes, I am a witch, now please no more pain."
	The Messenger was triumphant; he stood proudly with his chest
swelling out and his cock rearing up in arousal.
	"Turn then witch and suck my cock to forestall further pain."
	She hesitated, stealing a nervous look over to her bound husband and
received a sickeningly hard lash of the cane on her outer thigh to
prompt her. The woman crawled and turned, levelling her mouth with the
end of the Messenger's cock. Hesitantly she first kissed it and then
covered the end of the shaft with her mouth.
	"Mmmm," the Messenger gloated to her husband, "see how much your slut
wife likes sucking other men's cocks?"
	He groaned aloud in pleasure as she sucked noisily on his stiff
member.
	"Do you like sucking cock bitch?"
	She slid her mouth off his cock to answer.
	"Yes sire."
	He rubbed the tip of his cock over her face.
	"Tell me why you like my cock, slut and say it like you mean it."
	"So hard," she moaned and licked at the huge head, "so big and hard."
	"Bigger and harder than your husband's pathetic little thing?"
	She sucked and licked greedily at the swollen head.
	"Mmmm, yes sire, so much bigger and harder."
	He laughed aloud as her husband fought to free himself. Thrashing his
body this way and that to gain freedom and prevent the assault on his
wife.
	"See how the slut sucks cock, even after it has been up her own
arse."
	The woman gagged and recoiled to be lashed several times with the
cane and then reluctantly resumed her sucking of his throbbing shaft.
	The Messenger stood erect, his hips pushed forward as the woman's
mouth slid back and forth along his thick shaft. After several minutes
he pulled back and away from her.
	"Now suck your husband's cock, slut. Take a second cock into that
hungry mouth of yours."
	The woman crawled across the room and with both hands still bound at
the wrists she freed his cock from his trousers and began immediately
sucking on the flaccid member. She gasped as the Messenger gripped her
hips and pushed his cock up into her pussy from behind. Her body
bucked and jolted as the Messenger pumped hard into her, chuckling his
delight at her husband's groans of disgust.
	"Another witch identified and a complaint now dealt with," he shouted
over his shoulder to the watching governor. The Messenger grunted as
he rammed hard into her pussy and then moaned loudly as he came up
inside the degraded woman.

						      ***

The morning's inspection was in the stable block to the rear of the
compound. Fenced off and secluded with the haylofts and stalls the
buildings were a haven for slacking women. They paid no heed to the
Messenger's decree of nudity, all wore loincloths and thin tops that
covered most of their bodies, their heads too were covered by the
traditional white cotton bonnets. The smirking women stood around as
the tall stranger entered the barn with two beefy guards flanking him
on either side.
A heavily tension charged atmosphere existed as the three men stood
framed in the doorway and the women further back in the barn. I battle
of wills existed with both parties facing one another and each
expecting the other to break the tense silence.
	The Messenger tapped his riding crop against the side of his boot in
irritation but retained his calm as he strode deeper into the barn and
to the centre of the group of women. The messenger pushed through the
circling women to stand in the centre regarding them in turn with a
scowling look of disapproval etched on his face. He selected a tall
and willowy brunette woman of about thirty, she appeared to be the
senior present and by her wry smile was delighting in their open
defiance of him.
	The Messenger reached out with the crop and tapped the woman on the
breast with the tip.
	"Why are you not naked as instructed?"
	She gave a nervous smile but furthered her defiance by lifting her
chin and increasing her smile as she said as a sneer.
	"It is a silly and obscene rule that we totally refuse to comply
with."
	The Messenger nodded slowly several times, thoughtful and walked
around her to stand behind her.
	"And who are you to defy my instructions?"
	"We won't do it," she said loudly and for the benefit of the other
women.
	The response was swift and brutal. The crop lashed down hard across
her back to knock her to her knees, she gasped in oxygen, the air
forced from her lungs by the power of the blow. The woman groaned in
pain and reached her hands up her back to try to soothe the affected
area, her body heaving to try to gain her breath.
	"I asked you a question, whore," the Messenger, said in a commanding
tone.
	The woman was on her knees now, her arms raised across her face
defensively and cowering back in fear of another savage lash of the
crop.
	"Sire," she pleaded nervously, "we cannot work naked, it isn't
proper."
	He leaned down to bring his face close to hers, his lips curled back
in a threatening grin.
	"I will decide what you will or will not do. Now, strip naked, you
worthless slut."
	She hesitated and received a stinging lash of the crop across her
shoulder to speed her actions. Hurriedly she pulled the thin top off
over her head and pulled at the loincloth around her hips.
	"All of you! Strip naked - now!" the Messenger shouted angrily as he
straightened. His piercing stare at the gathered women offered a
silent challenge that simply defied them to resist.
	Silently, defeated and subserviently the whole group of women began
to undress.
	Whilst the women stripped the Messenger did likewise, revelling in
the horrified glances of the women as his huge stiff cock sprung free
of restricting clothing. He stood proudly, his hard cock jutting out
from the thick black thatch of his pubic hair and rearing in excited
arousal. The huge bulbous head was engorged with blood to give it a
purple appearance and the thick gnarled shaft was darker in colour
than the rest of his body. His oversized ball-sac pillowed out between
the tops of his thighs to make his sex organs a most menacing of
sights to the sexually uneducated women.
	He moved forward, gripped the long hair of the brunette that he had
whipped and gripped her hair. From her kneeling position her head was
level with his stiff member and he rubbed her silky hair over and
around his throbbing cock.
	The woman whimpered fearfully, cowering back as he wrapped her soft,
long strands around his shaft and began wanking himself in and with
her hair. Moaning his pleasure the messenger stroked and rubbed in
luxuriously slow strokes designed to both revolt and to show his
command over the kneeling woman.
	 She covered her mouth to stem the rising vomit in her throat and
gagged at the disgusting act being performed upon her. She sobbed and
spat as the rising bile threatened to jet out of her mouth as her
revulsion increased with the pace of his rubbing.
	Slowly he rubbed his cock against her warm scalp, the silky strands
of her hair caressing delightfully over his hot throbbing cock. He
looked around at the wide-eyed expressions of the watching women,
delighting in one or two that showed the flushed cheeks of sexual
arousal and the others that had clamped their hands over their mouths
in shocked disgust. He came, grunting and moaning as he spent himself
into her hair, the thick globules matting in the strands and then
trickling down over her forehead and nose.

	The woman sobbed in shame and humiliation as she knelt there before
her friends, her hair wet and his thick come trickling down into the
corners of her mouth. She mumbled her misery in a pitiful display of
emotion that simply furthered her subjugation to his command.
	"String her up," the Messenger ordered the two guards, "tie her high
and tightly for the witch has yet to confess."
	"Nooooo!" the woman wailed as she was hauled to her feet and the
ropes looped around her slim wrists.
	The twenty watching women were made to kneel on the straw strewn
floor, sitting back on their heels naked and defeated to await the
fate of their friend being tied. Their hands were behind their backs
and their heads up and chests out to show an assorted array of breasts
and nipples jutting out from their chests.
	In the stalls she was tied, standing with her feet pulled wide apart
and her arms stretched out to the sides. The ropes around her wrists
and ankles were pulled cruelly tight and she screamed her pain as the
coarse ropes burned at her tender wrists and ankles. Naked and bound,
subdued and all defiance gone from her now the woman sobbed softly as
her sex was pulled open in her stance and on show to all that knelt
and stood before her. Her shoulders shook with her sobbing and she
hung her head, her face flushed red in the deepest of embarrassment.
She hung there, pathetic as a subject yet radiantly attract as regards
her firm body, a conflict that suited the situation most perfectly.
	The Messenger moved in on her front, a handful of straw clutched in
his right hand. He pressed the rough straw against her left breast and
began massaging it roughly into her flesh.
	The woman grimaced in pain as the coarse straw scratched across her
tender flesh and nipples, ground unceremoniously over her soft mounds
to bring an agonising soreness to her tits. She cried out time and
again as the hard strands were rubbed all over both her orbs, her
nipples gaining much attention and suffering terribly under his hard
squeezing.
	"Good, bitch?" the Messenger sneered as he increased the pressure on
her breasts. He laughed as he worked, inflicting pain and discomfort
on the defiant slut was making him hard again. He chuckled louder
still as he moved down between her legs to grind the hard straw into
and over her soft pussy lips. He forced some of the straw up inside
her pussy as she bucked and wriggled, screaming her agony to the
hayloft above. The Messenger withdrew, leaving her gaping pussy
stuffed wide with straw, some of the strands poking out to scratch at
the soft tops of her inner thighs.
	He moved around to the back, picking up another handful of straw from
the floor, her rubbed it cruelly over her buttocks and up and down the
crack of her arse. He forced the handful of straw hard up her backside
and used his long, thin fingers to press the strands in further still.
	The woman's wailing was pitiful, she wailing like a bitch in pain and
he though that description of her was apt indeed. The Messenger was
fully hard now, his cock twitching in excited arousal as the woman
begged and pleaded for mercy. Her snivelling was both welcome and
thrilling, her pain an addition to the rising excitement he felt.
	"Not so sure of yourself now are you, slut?" he sneered and readied
the crop. He moved around to her side and pulled back his arm.
	It landed with a sickening thwack on her backside, her hips jerked
hard forward in reaction and all the women present gasped at the
severity of the lash. The woman couldn't scream, the pain too intense
and the breath knocked from her in stunned shock. Her mouth gaped her
silent pleading and her tears flowed freely down her cheeks to streak
her creased up cheeks.
	The second lash of the crop brought the same reaction and then the
third; with each jolt of her body the straw inside her not only moved
but was gripped and squeezed as her internal muscles clamped in
involuntary spasms of pain to bring further waves of excruciating
agony to her.
	"Well, witch, do you confess?"
	"Yeeees!" she wailed quickly to try to forestall any further hash
treatment.
	The Messenger simply laughed and swung in again. He beat her soundly,
laying into her in a sexually charged fury of pure sadistic pleasure.
Lash after lash smacked against her body in a most furiously onslaught
of wild pain infliction. Her back and buttocks were striped red; the
angry looking welts bearing testimony to the brutality of the
thrashing. The backs of her legs and her thighs were soundly whipped,
the tender parts of her body suffering more than the rest of her. She
slumped exhausted and near unconsciousness before he relented and
halted. He stood panting hard and close to orgasm as he allowed his
rising climax to subside a little and to prolong his pleasure.
	All of the watching women were stunned into silent fear. They watched
but wished they didn't have to, not one of them dared to move a muscle
or make a sound. They all averted their eyes as the messenger looked
at each of them in turn lest he should choose them.
	"You," the Messenger pointed to a young girl kneeling near the front
of the group, "Come here girl."
	The girl rose hesitantly to her feet and went to stand before the
panting Messenger, she eyed his pulsing cock fearfully and whimpered
at the very thought of the huge shaft up inside her body.
	His arm circled her waist, pulling her hard against him, her breasts
crushed flat against his chest and her mons pressing against his hard
erection to trap it between their naked bodies. The Messenger eased
his hips back and located the head of his cock at the entrance of her
little pussy and then pushed fully up inside her. His great hands
gripped both her buttocks and he began a frantic and lust-fuelled
pumping up into her slim body. He defiled the little virgin girl
before her companions, delighting in the wide-eyed stares of the other
women as they watched the sexual act. Disgust and yet wild interest
filled them as they witnessed a girl losing her virginity in a brutal
and yet erotic scene of high pulsing tension.
	Like a little rag doll the girl's body was jerked and bucked under
the powerful pounding of his hips, her head lolled and jerked as he
plunged up hard into her to sate his pulsing need. She was lifted
bodily up onto her toes by each hard and brutal thrust against her,
impaled as she was on his stiff rod. His pubic arch slammed hard
against hers time and again as the brutal fucking continued.
	A low moan escaped his lips as he tensed and came, squirting his come
deep up inside her warm interior. Her held her tightly to him, his
great hands pinching rhythmically at her rounded buttocks as he
injected every last drop of his come into her body. The Messenger
pulled out of her, shoving the young girl roughly aside like a
discarded rag. Triumphantly he addressed the watching women, his
softening cock dangling lazily down one of his thighs.
	"Are any more of you wanting to show defiance to me?"
	Silence reigned, not a murmur heard.
	"Good, then your production rates will increase by double - or suffer
for it you will."
	He stroked his wet and softening cock luxuriously slowly as the women
got to their feet to resume their labours.

						   ***

It was a time of quiet reflection for the Messenger. He sat on a
rocking chair on the porch of the governor's house looking out across
the fields. He used his small eyeglass telescope to spy the group of
naked women working in the distance. They were sweating and pulling
hard, the horses now replaced and the heavy ploughs drawn instead by
human bodies - naked female bodies. He chuckled heartily as he watched
the sluts toiling, the harder they worked, he thought, the less time
and energy they would have to talk and think rebellion.
	Some of the sluts had been brought to heel and production rates had
increased yet again. He could be more selective now in his choice of
women to fuck and to abuse, more for pleasure now than necessity, he
thought.
	He rested back in the chair as the governor's wife brought him a jug
of lemonade on a huge silver tray.
	"Take it away and return to serve it naked," he snapped and waved his
hand in dismissal, "show me that hairy pussy of yours and your tits at
every opportunity."
	His cock stiffened at the way the snotty bitch simply turned and went
obediently back into the house. It reared up in harder arousal as the
naked woman returned and stood dutifully by his side holding the tray.
He extended his hand to cup her pussy, the woman easing her feet
dutifully apart to allow him access to her sex. His fingers pushed up
inside her warm interior to curl and search in exploration of her
moist insides. His thumb rubbed across and teased at her hard
clitoris, flicking the bud and grinding it cruelly hard back against
her pubic bone.
	"Pour me a drink then," he snapped in irritation as he fingered her.
	The trembling woman tipped the jug and filled the tall glass with
lemonade, spilling the drink slightly in her nervousness as she handed
it to him. Her face was creased as the rough fingers probed up inside
her body.
	He drank with one hand and fingered her with the other, slowly and
deliberately he took his time and increased her discomfort. Once the
glass was drained he threw it aside and withdrew his hand. He sucked
on his wet fingers, licking the digits to savour the taste of her sex
juice.
	"Mmmm," he muttered and licked lovingly at the thick musky pussy
juices, "I must lap at your pussy and taste you fully."
	She sighed in revulsion and her face creased up in disgust.
	The Messenger crossed his legs and began to rock the chair slowly.
	"Lie down on the porch and finger yourself," he ordered her, "I want
to see you fingering yourself."
	With the greatest of reluctance the woman put the try aside and lay
down on the hard wooden boards of the porch. She drew up her knees and
parted them wide, her right hand resting on her exposed pussy.
	"Rub it then, you slut," the messenger snapped impatiently.
	He watched as the woman began stroking her fingers over her wet pussy
lips, the fingertips teasing at her clitoris and circling the hard bud
sexily. The Messenger slipped down his breeches, pulling them off over
his riding boots as he watched the woman touching her sex. His cock
throbbed as the woman's hips began to lift and buck as her pleasure
increased. She was moaning as she rubbed herself, the pace increasing
with her arousal. Her middle finger slipped up inside her crack to
bring a huge sigh from the panting woman.
	"Here girl," he shouted through to the daughter.
	The girl obediently came out of the house, naked and ready as she
knew would be expected of her. At the wave of his hand she straddled
him in the chair, facing the Messenger and sinking her warm pussy down
over his erect cock. She sighed as his length filled her and his mouth
clamped over her left nipple. Her body jerked and jolted as he began
thrusting his hips up to crash against her young body.
	The mother's hand was a blur now, her fingers rubbing furiously at
her pussy and her back arched in pained pleasure. Her body weight was
supported only on the soles of her feet and her shoulders, her mons
pushed up high as she thrust to meet the rubbing of her hand. She was
panting and moaning, bucking her hips in a lewd and crude effort to
gain sexual relief.
	It was a perverse pleasure for him to be fucking her daughter as the
woman rubbed herself to bliss, oblivious of her child being had by the
evil man.
	The Messenger came, groaning loudly as he shot up inside the warm
body of the daughter. He savoured the feel of her for many minutes,
kissing and licking her firm breasts before pushing her off him and
standing up.

	The mother was near her peak, writhing and bucking, her head
thrashing from side to side in pleasure as she ground her fingers
harder and faster down onto her clitoris.
	The Messenger knelt, dipping his head between her thighs and his
tongue extended.
	"Lick my arse you little slut," he said to the daughter and pushed
his tongue deep up inside the mother's wet pussy.
	He licked and probed as he felt the daughter's delicate little hands
grip his hips. Tingling sensations shot through him as he felt the
very tip of her wet warm tongue licking up the crease of his arse
close to his anus. The wet worm of flesh teased at his little entrance
to bring a series of jerking twitches to his now hard cock.  He
gripped the mother's thighs as she bucked and gasped at her peak and
forced his tongue further up inside her pussy as the daughter licked
now at the rear of his ball sac. He came again as the mother orgasmed,
her thighs clamping powerfully around his head as her body shook and
shuddered in climax. The copious pussy juices flowing readily to coat
his mouth, his cheeks and chin coated with thick musky body fluid. The
delights that the governor's house provided simply got better and he
resolved at that moment to visit again before he finally left the
commune.

							***

The news of that morning jerked his cock to instant erection as the
Messenger came down for breakfast. He tucked heartily into bacon and
eggs with hot sweet tea to accompany them as he listened to the
details.
	"Three prisoners slipped away during the night," the governor
reported mournfully and added icily, "With the treatment you have been
handing out it was to be expected I suppose."
	The Messenger ate on unperturbed; his sense of excitement however
rose dramatically as the further details were given to him.
	"Naked and barefoot, the three women slipped their chains and broke
for freedom..."
	"Did they have assistance?" the Messenger asked and forked another
slice of bacon into his mouth.
	"Yes, the guards report that a little blonde girl could have been
their only ally, but she refuses to talk."
	"Excellent," the Messenger muttered and helped himself to another
fried egg.
	"We think," the governor, continued, "that the three ran to my
quarters, stole some food from my kitchen and then made off toward the
coast."
	"Mmmm," so your wife and daughter aided these escapees," the
Messenger taunted.
	"No! Most certainly not, they - like me - were asleep and knew
nothing of the theft until this morning."
	The Messenger laughed aloud at the defensive response to his goading
and gulped at his hot tea.
	"Have the little blonde slut taken to the dungeons, I will soon make
her talk and find out the destination of the fleeing sluts."
	The Messenger drank with his right hand, his left slid down to grip
his cock through his breeches and to squeeze at his stiffening cock
through his breeches.
	"I will enjoy questioning the deceitful little witch in a few
minutes."
	The governor looked up momentarily and then cast his gaze back
downward. His voice was low and almost inaudible as he muttered.
	"I expect you will do just that - and more."

						***

The naked women stood to attention and dropped their tools to the
ground as the messenger walked into the cottage gardens.
 	He strode purposefully, his expression set and serious and his gait
one of a man with a mission. He carried a long rattan cane in his
right hand and sucked on the thin clay pipe sticking from his mouth.
The messenger walked across the newly tilled soil, crushing the
lettuces beneath his feet as he stalked over the cultivated patch of
group.
	"You," he pointed with the cane to the young mousy-haired girl,
"stand to the side."
	He circled her menacingly, eyeing her suspiciously and then halted a
little back and to the side of her.
	"Who aided the escape?" he demanded.
	"I don't know sire," she said in a trembling voice that portrayed her
great fear.
	She yelped in pain as the cane sliced through the air to cut a savage
blow across the backs of her lower legs.
	"I don't have time for this stupidity girl, now answer me."
	She sobbed and blurted out.
	"But sire, I do not know."
	She screamed as the cane cut across the backs of her knees.
	"Oh God help me please," she wailed and screamed again as another
cutting lash stung at the backs of her upper thighs.
	On the third lash at her tender thighs her bladder released in her
fear and a trickle of steaming urine spouted from between her legs.
That flow increased to a forceful jet as the cane hit home again and
again on her naked body to jolt her whole frame and to add to her
pain. She stood with head down in shame, peeing herself as he whipped
her, the hot yellow liquid deflected by her pussy lips to spray over
her legs and feet.
	"The blonde -Kathleen," she sobbed in misery and shame, "It was her
that helped them to get free."
	The messenger grunted in satisfaction and tapped at her back with the
cane.
	"Kneel slut, kneel and rub your face in the dirt like the whore that
you are."
	The weeping girl complied, getting down onto all fours and pressing
her face down into the urine soaked earth. She cried out as each hard
stroke of the cane slammed against her presented buttocks and screamed
louder still as he aimed then at her puffy pussy lips. Her agony only
ended as she felt the warm splashes of his come landing on her naked
back and she slumped forward face down in the soil sobbing heavily.

					***

The girl, the blonde Kathleen, was tied back against a heavy wooden
stake erected in the basement. Her wrists were bound to a thinner
wooden crossbar that had been hauled up to the rafters above her to
stretch her painfully onto tiptoe. Her ankles were strapped back to
the post, one on either side and pulled back to force her buttocks
against the post and her pussy outward. She trembled fearfully as the
Messenger entered the dungeon and placed his holdall carefully down on
the wooden bench to the side of the room.
	He stripped slowly, ensuring to display his hard cock in profile for
her benefit as she whimpered in her discomfort. The Messenger stripped
totally naked and then selected two lengths of thin twine that he made
much of untangling and teasing out as he walked slowly over to the
girl.
	"Tell me where the sluts are headed," he said evenly as he looped and
knotted the pieces of twine.
	"I cannot, sire, for I know not where they went."
	He nodded his acknowledgement of her lies and slipped one loop over
her left breast. He slipped the knot to draw the string tight and to
pinch it cruelly around her soft orb. So tight was the restriction
that her breasts were distorted in shape and the end bulged out like a
balloon to pop the nipple out stiffly. She cried out as he repeated
the same on her other breast and hauled the ends of the strings high
above her. He secured the ends to the rafter above to add pull and
tension to her squeezed and squashed orbs.
	Silently he worked, returning to his holdall to get each item of
equipment in turn. Four short and flat pieces of wood came next, one
placed under and another on top of each of her nipples and then
pressed flat to trap the buds as the cord was wound tightly around the
ends.
	The girl screamed loudly as her tender buds were crushed almost flat,
some of her pre-maternal milk forced out of the ends under the great
pressure on them. She sobbed and blubbered as the pain increased, her
little body tensed and shook as the agony ripped through her entire
being.
	When both nipples were cruelly crushed and the wooden plates in place
the Messenger stepped back to admire his handy work.
	"Tell me, you worthless slut."
	She blubbered but shook her head slowly, her mouth open as she sucked
in air to feed her heaving sobs of pain. Tears cascaded down her
cheeks and her eyes looked up at him with a silent pleading for mercy.
	He simply shrugged and readied the long and thin needle, he
positioned the sharp point against the tip of her flattened nipple and
pushed inward.
	The girl wailed and bucked like a banshee, her body thrashed against
her bonds and she screamed so loud that the basement reverberated with
her cries of pain.
	"Tell me," he repeated and pressed harder in with the needle.
	"West!" she blurted, "they went west to the fishing port, there to
get a boat and to head for France."
	The Messenger grunted in satisfaction of her admission and pulled the
needle out of her bud.
	"And your part in all this?" he asked calmly.
	"I got them the key, sire. I distracted the guard and took his key."
	He simply nodded and then in one swift move plunged the point of the
needle deep into the side of her breast.
	The Messenger almost came to orgasm as the girl bucked and screamed
in pain. Again he stuck her and then again, delighting in her frantic
struggling and pained wailing. He paused after the eighth insertion of
the needle and knelt down by her feet.
	"And now your reward you deceitful little slut."
	He pinched her puffy labia together with the fingers of his left hand
and pushed the needle clean through both her pussy lips with the
other. The long needle remained in her body pinching the two swollen
lips tightly together. He hummed as he attached the thin threads to
both ends and chuckled as he attached the small pear-drop weights to
either end. He laughed loudly above her screams as he released the
weights to pull cruelly down on the needle imbedded in her lips.
	Humming and stroking his cock with his left hand he selected a thin
rattan cane and levelled it in line with the front of her thighs. The
stroke hit equally across the tops of the front of her thighs, hitting
across the cords and jerking the thin threads and weights
excruciatingly. Six hard lashes he gave the girl before his excitement
peaked and his cock jerked. Long streams of his come shot out to
splash over the side of her hips and thighs and to trickle down her
body. He moaned his satisfaction as he jerked his hips to emit every
last drop of his seed onto the wailing girl.
	He turned to gather his clothes.
	"As a further reward for your deception, you may remain here until I
have caught the three sluts - however long that might take."
	He left the basement room to the panic filled screams of the little
girl and he laughed loudly as he slammed and locked the door on her.

							***

Four male guards were mounted on their horses and waiting in the hot
sun in the compound. Coils of rope and long snaking whips hung from
their saddles and their sprits were high. They relished the prospect
of the chase to come, the hunt for the three women escapees and the
sex that would inevitably be part of their capture. All were hard and
anxious to get going as they awaited the arrival of the Messenger. The
horses snorted and scraped their hooves impatiently in the dusty soil,
they too wanted to be set free and to stride out across the fields and
meadows.
	Out onto the hollow wooden boards of the porch he strode, the heels
of his long boots thudding authoritatively on the wooden decking. He
wore his favourite black breeches; tight and clinging they showed
clearly his erect cock beneath them and his high level of sexual
arousal. A black silken shirt covered his top and in his right hand he
held the polished black riding crop. The dark colours and his
commanding manner gave him a most sinister and wicked appearance, one
that was conveyed to the groups of watching women as they shuffled
silently to their duties.
	The Messenger walked easily down the wooden steps and mounted his
horse in one expert throw of the leg that seated him astride the
saddle. He gripped the reins and dug his heels in to spur his mount
and to begin the hunt. The horses raced off across the compound,
through the gates and then turned west toward the coast.

							***

The three naked women had been running most of the night and slowing
to walk only as their lungs burned to make it necessary. The sun was
long since up over the horizon and in the warming daylight the three
pushed on. The freezing waters of the stream further numbed their legs
and thighs as they waded through the cold waters to the bank on the
other side. The slippery bank smeared their legs and thighs with dark
oozing mud but the stains seemed unimportant to them, escape being
their only quest. They had come far this night and could smell the
salt of the sea in the air, their spirits rose as did the pace of
their walking, heartened, as escape for them now seemed a sure thing.
They just had to reach the fishing port and get the boat, once that
was done and they were away from the port then they would be safe and
free for all times. The women slapped each other on the back and
allowed themselves a rare moment of mirth as they pressed on through
the long grass toward the coastline ahead of them.

						 ***

The chase was on and the five riders charged across the meadows,
spurring their horses with a sexually charged urgency and a heightened
thrill combined. The Messenger was raised in the saddle, his feet deep
in the stirrups and riding like a jockey to speed his horse in the
hunt. His cock throbbed its need and excitement, the element of
uncertainty increasing the charge that was coursing through him. To
run the women down would be a charge indeed but they ways in which
they would suffer afterwards would be delight iteslf.
	The riders began to spread out, covering a wider area of the wide
fields as they slowed now to a trot, the distance covered by barefoot
women in the dark could not have been great and the excitement began
to build as they crossed the wide stream and came up onto the grassy
slopes beyond.
	Far, far ahead they could see the three women, their pale bodies
easily visible against the lush green of the meadow grass. The three
had spread out and were running full-tilt toward the coastline on the
far horizon.
	The messenger readied his whip, looping the strap around his wrist
and clutching the thick handle in his palm. He pulled on the reins and
gave a delighted shout and then urged his horse onto a canter in
pursuit.
	Only minutes it took for the horses to close the gap and to come
close up behind the running women who scattered in differing
directions. The guards set out in pursuit of two women and left the
third woman to the mercy of the Messenger. They yelled excitedly and
lashed with their whips as they chased the frightened women this way
and that through the long grass.
The messenger steered after the olive-skinned woman, urging his horse
alongside her. He pulled his arm back and lashed the long whip to land
devastatingly hard blow across her back and shoulders.
	The woman yelped in pain, her head throwing back and her body arching
as the searing pain burned into her naked flesh. Her pace slowed
momentarily and then she broke to the right in an effort to escape the
lash of the whip. Her powerful thighs pumped rapidly to drive her legs
in flight. She was panting hard and sobbing in fear as she heard the
horse moving close up behind her once again. A blinding explosion of
pain registered in her brain as the whip cut savagely across the side
of her thigh, the end curling around to sting harshly at the soft
inner tops of her leg. She stumbled and tripped but ran on, twisting
and turning in her path to evade her cruel pursuer. The numbing pain
in her thigh made her now limp and further slowed her pace, her
movements were slower and her turns clumsy, aiding her imminent
capture.
	The messenger was in his element, he whooped his delight as he turned
the horse again and charged at the fleeing woman. He lashed again with
the whip and nudged the flank of the horse against her to send her
sprawling headlong and face down in the grass. He turned and rode
back, reaching the woman just as she was gaining her feet and breaking
into a run, his cock was so hard that it hurt as it pressed against
the inside of his breeches, the sight of the panicking woman adding to
the thrill he was experiencing. Along side her now, he extended his
leg and pulled his foot back then pushed it out fast to stamp the sole
of his hard boot squarely into the centre of her back. It knocked the
woman face down on the ground and she lay there sobbing heavily, all
fight and breath knocked from her and fear now her only ally.
	The messenger circled the woman on his horse, lashing down hard with
the whip to sting at her body and to leave thin red welts of burning
pain on her flesh. For many minutes he whipped her cruelly as she lay
before pausing to dismount. He towered over her; resting one boot on
the centre of her back and pressing down to further assert his
authority over her.
	"Suffer now you will, slut," he sniggered and screwed the heel of his
boot harder down into her body.

						 ***

The whole commune was gathered in the compound, one guard had ridden
ahead to make the arrangements. Anxiously the two hundred naked women
waited in lines in the heat of the morning sun for the sickening
spectacle that would surely follow.
	Through the gates the messenger rode, his head held high and back
straight, his chest was pushed out proudly in triumph as he led the
group across the compound.
	The three naked escapees were running behind the horses, their wrists
roped and being dragged, they looked bedraggled, pathetic and
defeated. Their bodies were streaked with mud and criss-crossed with
sore red welts where the whips had made their mark. The women's faces
were streaked with tears and they stumbled exhausted behind the big
horses to the centre part of the open area.
	The messenger turned his horse and addressed the watching crowd.
	"Now you will witness the reward for folly."
	He sniggered and raised his arm in signal to begin the punishment of
the three breakaways.

							***

Both wrists were bound behind her back, her ankles were bound and
crossed and pulled back up behind her to meet her wrists, her heels
digging into her buttocks. The position pulled her knees and thighs
wide to expose her gaping sex open and unhindered. The downward bow of
her body made her ample breasts hang down and the collar around her
neck pulled her upper body back painfully to further increase the arch
of her body. Stuck in her anus was a large metal hook attached to a
rope that pulled excruciatingly under tension to threaten to rip her
delicate orifice apart. She hung like that, suspended some six feet up
from the ground, her limbs aching furiously by the pull exerted on
them.
	In the blazing sun and the heat of the compound the olive skinned
woman hung from the 'T' frame before the gathered crowd. She wept
freely in her pain and misery, her fears increased as the Messenger
began his ceremonial undressing ritual below and to the side of her.
	With his hard cock jutting out from his body, the messenger paraded
naked, walking slowly up and down the lines of naked women and
inspecting the display of nude flesh offered. He mentally selected one
or two for his afternoon's entertainment and was delighted to see the
Governor's wife and daughter at the end of the front row. The only two
clothed women they may have been but it gave him an added thrill that
they should be present with their husband and father. He smiled at
them and turned, sliced the thin cane through the air several times
for practice and then approached the suspended woman.
	"Witness now," he shouted loudly, "the fate of all witches."
	He aimed the cane between her thighs and landed a sickeningly hard
blow directly down the slit of her open pussy. The messenger almost
came as the woman's body was racked by a series of violent
convulsions, she jerked and shuddered like a putted on the ropes that
suspended her. She gagged and vomited with the excruciating pain and
her eyes bulged out in shocked disbelief. Again he struck and then
again, each jerking of her body pulling harder on the metal hook up
her anus to send a different and more excruciating series of pained
shock waves running through her.
	Again he hit at her, thrashing her puffy labia and her soft pink
inner pussy lips in a savage beating of sheer wanton cruelty. Time and
again the hard cane slapped against her tender parts to bring scream
after scream from the suspended woman. In the watching crowds seve