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"THE MESSENGER OF PAIN"

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Jay Merson

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Her naked body slammed hard against the rough wooden stake under theimpact of the lash. Her breasts were crushed by her own body weight and theair forced from her lungs, as she was jolted forward. Her eyes bulged wideand her mouth gaped open as the excruciating pain bit into the small of herback and burned deeply down through her body. It was a most wicked of assaultson her bare flesh, pain and humiliation such as she could never have dreamtof. Since the stranger had arrived in the commune life had taken a differenttwist, 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 easedhimself up in the saddle. He looked down to the fields below and the manywomen of the commune working there, his cock began to stir into life anda broad smile creased his wicked face. They, the naïve little bitches,would soon receive the message he carried for them, would they like it? Hecouldn'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 erectionwithin his tight riding breeches he spurred his horse to a walk and begandescending the slope toward them.

The women paused in their labours, leaning on their hoes and shovelsto view the tall stranger as he rode slowly down the small track that passedthrough the working area. The chains connecting their ankles, partially hiddenby their long skirts, trailed along the furrows that they were digging. Theireyes widened as he passed them, innocent and child-like stares of bewildermentfrom beneath the starched white bonnets of the commune garb. One or two gavean involuntary shudder as they noted the piercing black eyes of the man,it was as though the devil himself was arriving, fear gripped and spreadthrough them, his aurora preceding his passage. The women backed slowly awayfrom the passing horse in an instinctive defensive move.

"God preserve us all, it's the devil himself," one womanmuttered and returned to her work with her head and gaze downcast.

Silently the others did likewise, averting their gazes and wishingupon wish that the stranger would simply water his horse at the compoundand be gone. Non-however, dared to believe that fortune such as that couldshine down upon them.

"Is it Judge Jeffrey's - the hanging judge?" one young girlasked 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 deepnervousness, "that is the Messenger from hell."

***

Bypassing the commune for the time being, the stranger had a missionto fulfil before making his official visit. This one would be purely forpleasure, his pleasure and as a lesson to all that should fail in their serviceof the cause. It was how it should be, how it had to be if his authoritywas to remain unchallenged. He steered his horse out across the fields tothe woodland beyond and the small farmstead that lay to the side of it. Thecommune was distant now and to his rear as the stranger rode into the neatlyfenced paddocks of the governor's house.

The white painted shutters and a red tiled roof added to the charmand obvious wealth that abounded in this select building set apart from therest of the commune. Neatly tended gardens and painted fence rails addeda 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 womanwith a pretty face and long black hair piled up at the back and clipped ina bun at the back. The long flowing skirts couldn't disguise the neat shapeof her body beneath as at the bust the material pulled under and over herchest to portray the size of her breasts beneath. She held her young daughterto her, a protective arm around the girl's shoulder and concern etched inher worried expression. That concern increased as the tall man dismountedat 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 daughtermore 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 houseitself. The Messenger turned; eyeing the young daughter lustfully as thetwo 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 ina gesture of commanding authority.

"Your husband has failed in his duties as governor of the communehere."

"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 andclutched her daughter to her side.

"I am a fair man," he said in a low growling voice, "andwill allow you to recompense in part for the unacceptable error of your man."

He grinned, a most sadistic and menacing thin smile that portrayedhis pleasure at the statement. From his pocket he withdrew the lengths ofcord and teased them out in strands for the benefit of the watching women.

"And as you know," he chuckled, "failure always carriesa 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 tallman 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 andbound them tightly together.

"How old are you, slut?"

"Just eighteen, yesterday in fact, sire" the girl blurtedin 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 passivelywith her wrists extended to be tied also. She was trembling, her hands shakingas 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 thendragged pulling and struggling through to the bedroom. The sobbing daughterran along behind in panic-stricken fear and concern. Roughly the mother wasthrown down on the big bed to lie on her back whimpering in fear as the Messengersecured the rope to the head of the bed. He tied her ankles also, pullingher feet wide apart before securing the ropes to the legs of the bed.

The daughter was sobbing lightly and fearfully as he pushed her tothe side wall and bound her hands to the door handle to render her immovableand helpless. A reluctant viewer of the scene unfolding, she could do nothingbut watch from her roped prison against the strong door.

"Sluts, are to be used," he said in a low and menacing tone, "usedto pay the price - with their bodies."

"Noooo!" the woman wailed and writhed and bucked againsther bonds. "We have done nothing wrong."

He laughed, a sadistic and mocking laugh that showed his disregardfor any feelings but his own. The Messenger began to undress, taking histime and savouring the heady and fear-filled atmosphere in the room. Slowlyand methodically he removed his clothes and folded each garment carefullybefore placing it to the side.

Both women averted their eyes as he stripped naked, the daughter fromembarrassed politeness and the mother from disgusted fear.

The Messenger began, grasping the woman's clothing at the front andripping it roughly from her body. He laughed aloud at her screamed protestsas first her dress and then her bodice, her under garments and then her finalvestige of modesty covering her sex were ripped from her. He then forcedseveral pillows up under her backside to push her hips and hairy mons highabove the rest of her body and allowed himself a fumbled feel of the blackhairy mound now presented to him. She was naked and bound, stretched andoffered helpless as she sobbed her misery and begged to be spared. An ungainlyposition that pulled her thighs wide and showed her sex in full and unhinderedoffering of crude and blatant sexual display.

His cock stuck out hard in erection, twitching in excited arousaland 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 wouldportray 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 commandover her.

"So sweet and innocent," he muttered gleefully.

"Not her, please not my daughter," the woman screamed fromher prison on the bed. She pulled and strained at the restraining ropes,her head and shoulders pulling up to strain forward in urgent and desperatepleading for mercy.

His head threw back and he laughed aloud.

"All must pay the price," he said and began tearing at thegirl's clothing.

He ripped and pulled, tugged and tore until her fresh youthful bodywas displayed naked and shamed. Her cute little breasts jutted out from herchest and the under developed nipples, rosy pink and puckered looked wonderfullydesirable in their innocence. Between her legs a wispy coating of dark haircovered 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 onthe nipples and moaning his pleasure at the warm vibrant feel of the younggirl. His long tongue lapped and slid over her firm mounds in a greedy tastingof her youthful body. She stood naked and passively as he felt and touchedher, her shoulders and slight frame shaking as she sobbed her shame and miseryunder his lecherous groping.

His hand slid between her legs to cup and to feel her puffy pussylips, his middle finger resting down the moist slit of her sex. His greathand moulded itself to the soft but firm curve of her body as it dipped inbetween the tops of her young thighs. The heel of his hand pressed againstthe little bud of her clitoris and his cock jerked in reaction as he feltthe little bump stiffening.

For many minutes his hands roamed all over her body, her hips andthighs, her waist, her breasts and pussy. He allowed himself a long gropeof her taut buttocks, slipping his finger down the tight cleft between thembefore 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. Heweighed the cane menacingly as he walked to the side of the bed and positionedhimself. He rested the cane across the mound of the woman's mons and sniggeredat the way she cringed and withdrew as much as she could within her restrainingbonds.

"Sing well, slut, for I simply love noisy women when they arein pain."

He raised the cane and brought it down on her with a fearfully hardthwack. Her whole body bucked and writhed before locking in tension as thepain flooded through her. The scream that came from her was so loud thatit could surely have carried out to the fields beyond and her hips jerkedin a convulsive bucking of sheer agony. Four times he struck her as the womanand daughter wailed their misery to otherwise silent room. Their heartfeltprotests being aired and the pleading for mercy they were voicing simplyadded to his excitement. He lashed harder still, aiming the blows now downthe slit of her stretched pussy and hitting on the bump of her clitoris toadd extra excruciating pain. Again and again he struck her, each hard lashof the cane slapping at her sex and bringing excruciating waves of agonyto the screaming woman. It was a ferocious assault on the slim naked formand on the tenderest parts of her body too.

At length and after ten hard lashes he paused to stroke at his throbbingcock. The man stood silently rubbing himself, inspecting the shaking bodyof the snotty woman beneath him. The red lips of her pussy portrayed theseverity of the beating, reddened and bruised with purple areas already showingher lips had swollen and doubled in size under the fearful thrashing. Hesniggered and threw the cane aside and then mounted the bed and knelt betweenthe woman's parted thighs.

"Me," she begged between sobs, "have me but pleaseleave my daughter alone."

He forced his cock up inside the woman's bruised pussy, ramming ithome until all of it was inside her body and his pubic arch was pressinghard against her clitoris. He allowed himself three long and slow strokesbefore pulling out of her. The Messenger then pressed the head of his cockagainst her anus and pressed in, pushing his cock fully up inside the screamingwoman'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, thefear and pain etched in her expression a bonus to the wonderful feel of her.The sobs racking her body brought delightful gripping sensations around hiscock as her internal muscles clamped and relaxed in a wonderful rhythmicpulsing of sheer pleasure. Six hard lunges he gave her before pulling outand resting back on his heels, his wet and slippery cock glinting in thedaylight pouring in through the window.

"Now that little slut daughter of yours I think."

To the frantic thrashing and screaming of the woman the Messengerdismounted 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 openthighs again. His cock reared in high excitement as he pressed the head intothe moist pink folds of the daughter's inner lips, her warm young body atrue delight to be in contact with.

"Your maidenhead his about to be broken, girl," he sneeredand forced up inside her cunt in one brutal and long thrust.

The girl bucked and screamed as he rammed painfully up inside hertender interior, his great length and thickness ripping at her previouslyunexplored insides. Her back arched to press her stomach harder down ontoher mother and her head threw back as the burning pain in her insides burnedthrough her.

Five slow and hard lunges he gave her before pulling out of the youngbody, her hymen blood coating his pulsing cock. He used both thumbs to easeher taut buttocks apart and to expose the rosy pink ring of her anus andthen located the great head against the tight puckered ring.

The girl wailed pitifully as he forced his cock up her arse, rammingit hard and fully up her tight little tunnel to send her whole body intoa series of racking spasms, spasms of pain that added a delightful dimensionof 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 motherbeneath. He arched his back and held his head high as he rammed into thegirl to defile her secret orifice, the tightness of her around him a delightnot often experienced in one so young.

It was most satisfying to him that the young girl gagged and vomitedas he emptied himself up inside her. He pulled back hard on her hips as hiscock 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 announcedloudly. "I will visit you again before my visit is finished."

He got off the bed and began to dress, again in slow and unhurriedfashion that showed his total contempt for them.

"Your husband must know nothing of my being here until the timeis right that he should know. You will say nothing of this - or suffer mostterribly you will for it. You will go into chains in the commune it one wordof this is spoken and your husband...?"

He chuckled as he dressed, to the deep and miserable sobbing of thetwo women on the bed. His thoughts then moved to the commune, the many womenthere and of the message that he had for them.

***

In the governor's quarters of the commune the stranger sat, loungedback in the chair and with his feet resting up on the table. He chewed noisilyon a chicken leg and tapped at his boot with the other hand, the long ridingcrop striking leather against the polished leather.

"Your commune has the worst production rate in the country, theLord Procurator is most displeased. He has sent me to investigate and toremedy this unacceptable situation."

The governor wriggled in embarrassment, his face flushed red as hestumbled to reassure the stranger. He was a small and podgy man, over fedand balding slightly but well dressed, he looked an authoritative figureif in reality he was too weak in character.

"I have witches at work here, within the ranks of women thereare subversives that scheme and plot against me. They are lazy and induceothers to be likewise, they fail me at every turn despite my fair-mindedrule over them."

The stranger threw the remnants of the chicken leg casually asideand gulped at his wooden beaker of mead. His tone when he spoke was one filledwith sarcasm and irritation.

"And what have you done to eradicate these devil worshipers?"

"Flogged them, two of the ringleaders have been flogged and tono effect. They continue in their obstinate defiance of me."

The stranger swung his feet to the floor and stood, he walked to thewindow 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 varyinglengths of sentence. Ages are from eighteen to twenty-nine but we have fiveolder ones in their early thirties."

The stranger felt his cock stir and stiffen, his balls were full andaching, the time was coming when he would again cleanse the female fleshand 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 prisonerswork fully clothed."

The governor looked shocked.

"But they are ladies...er, women, they could work no other waybut fully dressed. Decency dictates... their husbands..."

The stranger gave a mocking laugh.

"Who the hell cares about the women or their men? They are hereto work and, to date, have not worked hard enough it seems."

The stranger strode back and forth, the hard heels of his long ridingboots 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 andsat down once again.

The governor remained silent.

"I want a whipping post erected in the courtyard below, alsoa 'T' frame and a set of stocks. These will be made and installed overnightand 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 theirwork. Bring me one young slut to question during my bathing, I'd like tobegin my investigations immediately."

He stretched himself lazily.

"Then, I will begin the cleansing work of the Lord Procuratorand bring these wayward sluts of yours to heel."

***

The Messenger lay back in the big wooden bath, his feet hanging overthe end and just his waist and hips covered by the watery suds. In his righthand he held his riding crop and in his left the thin clay pipe that he smokedconstantly as was his habit.

The girl was young, exceedingly so, she held her head down and lookedat the floor as she was ushered in and shuffled forward with ankle chainsrattling to stand at the foot of the bath. Her youth shone through, the innocenceand the soft complexion portraying her few years despite the shapely swellof her bust as her dress pulled in under it. The shape of her body, the stageof development it was at showed clearly that she was a full woman in everysense of the word.

"Take your bonnet off girl," the Messenger ordered her.

"Sire," the guard offered, "for a woman to show herhair would be considered...."

"Silence!" the Messenger snapped and glared at the girlto show his impatience at her inactivity. He waved his hand casually to dismissthe guard from the room and waited until he was alone with the tremblinggirl.

"Do it," he hissed venomously.

She complied; fumbling nervously under her chin to free the retainingstrap then pulled the crisp white bonnet from her head. She was blonde; thelong flowing locks tumbled down to her shoulders to increase further heryouthful appearance. Her wide pleading eyes and soft almond shaped face gaveher the appearance of a girl far, far younger than her eighteen years.

The Messenger groaned in delight and shifted his hips, the tip ofhis erect cock jutting up through the soapy water. He gripped his stiff rodbelow the water and squeezed it in luxuriously slow gripping actions thatdisplayed his arousal. It pleased him that the girl flushed red and closedher eyes, she would see all soon enough and for now simply flaunting himselfat 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 herlower 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 blackthatch of pubic hair. He made much of towelling himself dry, of rubbing betweenhis legs and of patting his stiff cock dry too. He circled the girl menacinglyin slow and deliberate strides designed to instil uncertainty and fear. Nakedand 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 downacross the tender top of her shoulder. So hard was the lash that her kneesbuckled 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 andto pull it hesitantly upward. Inch by inch she lifted the hem and stood cryingopenly as she offered her knees for the Messenger's inspection.

He walked around to her front and stood triumphantly ogling her shapelylegs.

"Higher," he demanded.

She looked up fleetingly and then clamped her eyes shut tight; thegirl 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 invitingagainst the pale flesh above them, sweet innocence that only a girl as youngas this could possess. Her hands trembled and her shoulders shook, as shestood 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 partof her left arm, a savage blow that caused her body to jolt and her headto 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, "whatdelights you hide beneath your skirts. But no more from me - undress youlittle whore!"

The girl backed away, her eyes wide open now and staring pleadinglyat him.

"Please sire," she begged, "I am betrothed to a manin the village. If he should..."

The girl screamed as the crop stung a cruel and hard blow across herforearm that numbed the limb to hang uselessly by her side. Expertly theman cut down again with the crop to numb the other arm and then moved inon her. He grabbed and ripped, pulled and tore at her dress until the thickmaterial gave and was stripped from her body. His arousal now at fever pitchand the sight of her soft silky breasts ballooning over the top of her bodicehe tore and ripped in a sexual frenzy of pure urgency.

Her little body was pulled this way and that as he jerked the garmentsdown and to the sides in a lust-filled race to see her naked form. She sobbedloudly her misery and sunk to her knees as the under garments covering thelast of her modesty were torn from her body. She knelt there, her whole bodyracked by great heaving sobs, one hand between her legs and the other acrossher naked breasts to try to cover herself. Her head hung down, her hair helpingto cover her face and her shame but her otherwise naked body fully on showto the gloating man.

"A little skinny but otherwise acceptable," he mutteredand raised the crop.

"Who are the witches of the commune?"

"Witches?" the girl asked in bemusement and then screamedas the crop sliced down to burn a stripe of red-hot pain across her bareshoulders.

She wailed a pitiful and agonised gurgling as the crop cut down threemore times, once on her back and twice on her buttocks. The girl fell forwardonto her hands and knees, her pert little buttocks presented so temptinglyand her back arched.

"You will answer me whore, now or sometime later but answer meyou will."

He lashed again at the sobbing girl, delighting in the bright redwelts that now showed clearly on her flesh. Six more lashes he laid on thegirl's taut buttocks before casting the crop aside and kneeling behind her.

"No! Please no!" the girl wailed and tried to crawl forwardand to avoid the invasion into her body.

The Messenger gripped her narrow hips and pressed his cock flat againstthe 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 cockand moaned constantly as he pulled her harder back on to himself. In onedeft shift of his hips he pulled back to locate the head of his cock in theentrance of her tight little pussy and pushed fully up inside her in onegreat thrust.

"No man will want to marry you now, you slut," he crowedand began a frantic pumping into her trembling body. Pulling back on herhips he rammed hard into her, battering his hips against the firm roundsof her taut buttocks. The Messenger savoured the tight feel of the just passedvirgin and the warmth of her insides around his cock. Her pitiful wailingand begging were simply additions to his pleasure as he withdrew almost completelyand then plunged hard back up inside her frail little body.

Harder and faster he thrust into her, jerking his hips on the peakof the inward strokes to get every last inch of his cock inside and to addto her discomfort and misery. For many minutes he pumped into the sobbinggirl before grunting aloud and tensing. He moaned his satisfaction as heemptied himself into her little body in excited little jerks of his thickcock.

"Your interrogation has only just begun, you little slut. Beforelong you will sing to me the name of every lazy witch that ever passed throughthis worthless place."

He stood and kicked at her, propelling her forward onto her face tosob in deep misery and the shame of having her maidenhood so brutally takenfrom her. Discarded like a used rag, finished with and cast aside.

"Get out," he snapped in disgust at her wailing, "Getback to your work, I will see you again before the week is out."

***

In the fields surrounding the commune the sun beat down relentlesslyon the workingwomen. They laboured harder still as the Messenger approachedthe group, flanked by two guards carrying multi-stranded leather whips menacinglyin their hands.

He stood, tall and erect watching the group. Resplendent in his shinyboots and black breeches, his black silk shirt and waistcoat adding to theoverall sinister appearance that he carried with him. The Messenger eyedthe women in turn; the entire group of twenty came under his critical andscrutinising gaze.

"Loin cloths," the Messenger stated aloud as the men walkedamongst the women, "as from tomorrow they will work in just loin clothsaround their hips and nothing else."

His command brought smiles to the faces of the guards but shockedexpressions from the women, none of them though dared to speak out.

The Messenger paused and turned, he pointed to a young girl with theriding 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 wasthrown back and stumbled, she fell onto her back in the dirt clutching protectivelyat her burning breasts.

"Bring the witch," he snapped as an order to the guardsand turned, "lock her up for the night, I will deal with her in themorning."

The Messenger stood watching the shocked expressions on the women'sfaces, his cock reared and twitched in excited reaction within his breeches.The sluts would all suffer in turn, he though, and how they would suffertoo.

He began to laugh and strode off, the sinister chuckling trailingafter 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 beefyguards as they dragged into the Messenger's bedchamber. She was naked savefor the small loincloth around her hips, the hem of which barely coveredher crotch and finished high up on her slender thighs. The petite brunettestood passively before the end of the Messenger's bed, his presence seeminglyadding the calming factor to her efforts to free herself from the guards.Her wrists were bound behind her back and the usual short chain shackledher ankles, she stood with head down and her naked chest heaving as she awaitedthe Messenger's pleasure. The perfectly formed orbs of her breasts were inperfect symmetry and in good proportion to the rest of her slim body. Herrosy pink nipples were a delight to behold as they jutted out in firmnessfrom her neat breasts. Fully developed yet holding a certain innocence, thebreasts and nipples of this girl were temptation itself.

The Messenger pulled back the thick candlewick bedspread to show hisnakedness, his long, thick cock rearing up in hard erection. He chuckledheartily as the girl gasped and averted her eyes from him.

"Be gone," he said to the guards and lay there silentlyogling her near naked body as she stood trembling before him. As the doorclosed and they were alone he issued the command.

"Come forward, kneel on the bed and kiss my cock, you worthlessslut."

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 bunchingin her long hair. He twisted and screwed his fist around until the girl yelpedin 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. Hisfree 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 trappingthe 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 boredownward, her face now close to the end of his throbbing cock. She eyed thepulsing member fearfully and whimpered at the very thought of complying withhis demands.

"Suck it," he demanded.

The girl shook her head slowly, cringing as the pain in her scalpburned 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 preventhim access to her mouth. The girl screamed as he hoisted her by the hairto her feet. In a mind-blurring whirl of confusion she was spun around severaltimes and pitched forward and face down over the end of the bed. She remainedthere sobbing, her feet on the floor and her face pressed down onto the bedwith her buttocks presented high in the air. Unable to do anything expectstand, her hands bound behind her back and her feet planted as wide apartas the ankles chains would allow, she was helpless in that position.

The girl sobbed even harder as she felt his hand slip under the loinclothto feel between her legs, the little panties doing little to offer resistanceto his probing fingers. The thin material was ripped unceremoniously fromher little body and the loincloth was tugged from her also to leave her totallynaked before him. She pleaded and begged as his hands roamed her buttocksand thighs, the fingers touching her naked sex and pushing in between thepuffy pussy lips to test her wetness. His fingers trailed and stroked overher silky warm flesh, touching even at the rosy pink entrance to her anusbetween the tight cleft of her buttocks.

The assault on her private areas continued for many minutes, the Messengermoaning his pleasure constantly as he fondled the young girl in a heatedcaressing of deep sexual arousal and longing.

"You will suck my cock," he repeated.

"No, sire, I will not," came the muffled reply as her facewas buried deep into the bedclothes.

The Messenger raised the riding crop and pulled back. He swung inwith all the force he could muster to slam the hard crop down across thetaut rounded buttocks. So hard was the lash that the crop snapped in two.

Her whole body bucked and reared under the savage impact. Her headand shoulders lifted and her legs braced as her entire body tensed. It tookseveral seconds for her to scream and when she did it was the pained wailingof an animal hurt. The pitiful wailing echoed around the otherwise silentroom and her body began to convulse. Her breasts and shoulders shook as thedeep burning pain seeped into her body and she gagged as the nausea beganto rise in her throat. As she relaxed her face slumped forward again to buryback into the bedclothes and to muffle her screams.

The Messenger went to his bag by the side of the bed, unhurried andprecise his movements to get the fresh lash. Six long leather strands attachedto a bound handle formed the new lash, the ends of the thin strands knottedto add another and more painful dimension to the cruelty he was about toinflict. He teased them out and untangled the strands before selecting thepart of her body at which to strike.

The strands of the lash struck across one side of her buttocks, theends of the strands curling to strike hard on her inner upper thigh and herpussy lips. Cruel and unforgiving the leather strands slashed at her tenderflesh to mark her creamy skin in vivid red welts.

Again the girl's slim body locked in tension and her head threw backagainst her shoulders.

"Oh God Please!" she wailed, "no more! Please no more."

She received more though; three spiteful and harsh lashes of the thongsbefore the Messenger paused. He was panting hard, his hard cock twitchingin 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 herthighs and then again at the tender parts of the backs of her knees.

Harder and faster he thrashed her, his excitement fired by the poundingsexual urge and her continued defiance of him. The lashes rained in untilher buttocks were a mass of red blotches with deep purple and blue bruisingto mar her pale skin. It was terrible thrashing of the worst kind but onethat fed his pumping sexual charge higher still.

The Messenger delighted in the way her shoulders shook with her greatheaving sobs but the defiant little bitch would not give in. He mounted thebed, kneeling close to her head with his thighs spread wide and facing overher body. Her hair pressed against his throbbing cock and then he struckagain in a savage overhead swing of the lash. The strands cut down the creaseof her backside, the ends stinging painfully on her parted labia, the puffyouter lips taking the full brunt of the lash.

The girl screamed non-stop but her head lifted slightly, her tear-stainedface full of misery and defeat. On the second lash she kissed the tip ofhis cock hesitantly and on the third hard lash her mouth opened and thenclosed over the head of his stiff member.

"Better," he mumbled in triumph and lashed at her buttocksagain.

Her mouth worked on him in a pain fed and crazed sucking designedto please and to end her torture. She slurped noisily on his cock, forcingher head down to take most of his member into her soft wet cavern. The urgencyof her sucking increased with each cruel lash of the strands on her buttocksand open pussy. Her head bobbed in a frantic drive to get him to come andto 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 comeshot deep into the back of her throat. The move was checked however by hisgrip on her hair that held her head steady as he jerked his hips to pumphis seed into her. Thick globules of his come oozed out from between hisshaft and her lips to dribble down her chin and onto the bedclothes. Whenhe was finished with her he pushed her roughly aside, to propel her littlebody to crumple in a heap on the floor.

"I will rest now, slut and during the night, when I feel theurge I will fuck that sweet little pussy of yours and show you what a man'scock feels like up inside you."

He chuckled heartily at her renewed sobbing and added as a sneer, "yourtight 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 largeopen area of the courtyard. The husbands and fiancés were separatedas was usual and the ranks of women flanked the flogging post and other apparatuserected during the previous day and night.

The Messenger stood ready, naked from the waist up and his well-muscledbody glinting in the light as the sun rose over the high administration blockof the commune. He wore black riding boots and breeches and in his hand heheld the long bullwhip with the snaking strand hanging down in the dust soil.

The young girl that had been imprisoned overnight was tied to theflogging post; both wrists bound and stretched high above her head to raiseher onto tiptoe. She was fully clothed and facing the post, whimpering herfear as the allotted time drew near.

The Messenger stepped forward and in one great tug ripped the backoff the young girl's dress down the back to reveal her naked flesh. He rippedagain and then again to strip the clothing from the blubbering girl to startledgasps of shock from the watching crowd.

Soon the girl was naked, pressing her front against the wide postto try to cover her naked breasts and pussy from view and crossing her kneesto hide her hairy bush.

"Your work rate in the fields will increase," the Messengerannounced loudly to the gathered women as he positioned himself to the sideof the naked girl, "two-fold."

His arm pulled back and then he swung into the blow to lash the whiphard across the small of the girl's back. The long snaking whip cut acrossher body, the tip swinging around under the momentum to cut cruelly intothe tender flesh of her side.

She screamed a pained wailing of the deepest agony and her littlebody bucked against the post as the thin leather coil burned at her tenderflesh. Her eyes locked wide and her mouth hung open, gaping her agony tothe sky above her.

Again he lashed at her and then again, the whip cutting at the fleshon 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 hiswild excitement. More he lashed her, cruel and stinging blows that cut nowacross her rounded buttocks and the tops of her thighs. He paused in histhrashing of her only when the girl slumped exhausted against her bonds.Her back and buttocks were criss-crossed by red lines and broken skin thattrickled her blood, bearing testimony to the savagery of her beating.

The Messenger moved in on her, throwing the whip aside and pullingdown the front of his breeches. He advanced on her, jutting his hips outwardto 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 audiencewith the greatest of pride.

The girl wailed louder as he located the head of his cock at the tightpuckered ring of muscles surrounding her anus and pushed in. She gagged inpain as his thick cock ripped her sphincter as he entered, pushing the wholeof his length up inside her little body.

Before the watching crowd he began a hard and brutal thrusting upinto the girl, delighting in her pained wailing and the disgusted looks ofthe watching women. The Messenger battered his hips hard against her fraillittle body in his urgency as he pumped his cock in and out of her tighttunnel. Her little body was crushed against the hard wooden post as he poundedhis hips against her in his urgency. At last he grunted aloud and came, emptyinghis thick come deep up inside her moist interior.

Slowly he withdrew, his wet cock glistening in the light, slickedby her body moisture and by his own seed that dribbled from the eyehole.

"Later I will choose another of you and then another, and willcontinue to do so until the witches amongst you reveal themselves and productionincreases."

The Messenger laughed loudly as the stunned women were led away totheir work.

***

The governor sighed and sat, his head in his hands to display thedespair he felt. He rested his elbows on his desk and sighed heavily again.

"But your methods..."

"Are effective and working already, unlike those you employedfor 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, lookingdown onto the three naked women bound to the wooden frameworks in the compoundbelow. His cock stirred into life at the sight of the one bent over in thestocks. Her slim thighs were pulled wide apart and tied at the ankles, theshapely limbs tensed in stress and looking delightfully tempting. The swellof her presented buttocks too offered a cock-twitching sight that simplyinvited 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 atbay."

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 wishto use her body, because men with a firm hand rule over women and alwayswill."

"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 voiceand muttered softly, "Your wife and daughter included."

He began to chuckle, a low and pleasure filled laughter that grewin intensity and volume as the governor walked out slamming the door hardbehind him.

***

Mounted on his black horse the Messenger began his rounds of the workinggroups in the surrounding fields. He paused outside the gate of the compoundto allow the four running guards to catch up with him and then trotted southwestto the first of the chain gangs.

The women now worked almost naked, they wore only the skimpy loinclothsaround their hips but split at the sides as they were, the cloths hid littleof the slender hips and thighs beneath. The Messenger delighted in the arrayof slim naked bodies as the women toiled. The way their breasts giggled andbounced as they worked but best of all was the taut muscles in their thighsthat seemed to tense and relax in an erotic dance of sexual beckoning tohim. He could just visualise some of those wonderfully powerful thighs wrappedaround his head, crushing his ears as he licked their pussies. The way thosebodies would buck and writhe as he nibbled at their clitorises and fingeredtheir delightfully tight arses. He felt the surges of sexual excitement beginningto 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 slutwith olive skin and deep, dark flashing eyes. Judging by the body hair underher armpits and on her forearms her pussy would be a veritable jungle hethought. Hairy pussies were a particular favourite of his, the longer andthicker the hair around their sweet little sexes the better he liked it.

"Lift your loincloth," he commanded her as he steered hishorse closer.

The woman stood defiant with her hoe in her hand. Her back was straightand her head up, her flashing eyes issued a silent challenge and her mannerwas one of disrespect.

"I said," the Messenger repeated in a tired tone, "liftyour loincloth."

She didn't move.

The lash came so fast that the other women gasped in shock, the longwhip struck across the shoulder of the olive-skinned woman and curled upand around to bite cruelly at her right breast. She flinched and bit herlip 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 fourguards grabbed her and removed the loincloth and her little panties. Thejet-black bush of hair nestling between her thighs was truly amazing andthe Messenger eyed it lustfully as it became exposed. The thick mat of hairnot only covered her entire pussy and lips but reached down the insides ofher thighs and up almost to her navel.

"A fiery one for sure you are, slut," he announced and leaneddown 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 orderedthe guards.

The moment her feet were freed she broke and ran, her naked backsidewobbling temptingly as she fled away from the group across the ploughed fieldtowards the woodland beyond.

"Catch her, the Messenger said in an even tone, "and whenyou do - fuck her, all four of you - fuck her."

The guards needed no second telling, they shouted and cheered theirdelight as they chased after the fleeing woman. The four big men poundedafter her in a state of high sexual arousal and determined to carry out theirorders. 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 redheadedgirl and pointed the handle of the whip at her.

"Strip naked, girl."

She swallowed hard and complied readily, her nervousness showing inher trembling hands as she slipped the small cloth from her hips. She stumbledin balance as she slipped her little panties down and dropped them aroundher ankles. Once totally naked she stood with head bowed as he looked downon her fiery red thatch and slim pale thighs.

"Here girl," he commanded and threw down the key so thatshe could unshackle her ankles.

As she came close alongside the horse he reached down and graspedher upper arm. In one great heave he lifted the girl up to sit astride thehorse and saddle in front of him, her back to his chest and her thighs stretchedwide. With both hands he lifted her hips, located his cock at the entranceto her pussy and lowered the girl down on to his cock.

The young girl cried out as his cock penetrated her virgin pussy andher hymen broke. Her hands gripped the horn of the saddle and she suckedin air to feed the burning pain inside her body. His great length was buriedup inside her and she experienced the feel of a cock inside her for the veryfirst time. Her pained expression and the way she was tensed added to herdiscomfort and fear as her little body adjusted to the huge throbbing invaderof her pussy.

In the distance the Messenger could see the olive-skinned woman onher back in the dirt, her knees were up and the white arse of a guard waspumping frantically up and down on her whilst the others held her arms andlegs tightly. Her screams and wailed protests carried over the long distanceto add to the scene and thrill of enforced intercourse. He spurred his horseto a trot and steered toward the group, the little redhead bouncing up anddown on his cock with the movements of the horse. More he spurred the horseas her tight little pussy gripped around his throbbing shaft, the hard bouncingand shifting of her brought such wonderful feelings and sensations to hisflesh enveloped cock. Her breasts giggled delightfully as did her neat littlebuttocks as the horse cantered across the field and her grunts of discomfortwere simply an added bonus.

As the horse neared the fucking group the Messenger came, gruntingas he shot his load up inside the body of the sweet little virgin girl. Hesat there savouring the feel of her warm body around him as he watched theolive-skinned woman receive the third cock up inside her pussy.

The woman screamed and writhed, thrashing against the strong handspinioning her but to no avail, she was fully raped four times before themen finally released her arms and legs.

"Tie her hands," the Messenger ordered, "she goes tothe stocks for the night and I will take her there myself."

The free end of the rope was passed to the Messenger and looped aroundthe horn of the saddle. He turned the horse and spurred it to a gallop; theolive-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 bedragged 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 cockbegan to stiffen again inside her body. He whipped the horse some more andmoaned his pleasure as his cock attained full hardness again inside the wetwarm cavern of the redhead's pussy. The long ride to the compound was pleasurefor 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 prettyface. She was naked and tied down on the top of the wooden table in the governor'squarters. Her arms were pulled back and to the sides, the ends of the ropessecured to the legs of the table and her ankles similarly bound at the otherend 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 screamingcontinued as the wax cooled and formed into a hard white crust. Slowly andin his usual precise movements the messenger tipped the candle again. A seconddrip fell on the tender skin between her breasts to send her into wild buckingof 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 rightnipple to send her whole body into violent spasms as she fought the painand struggled against her bonds. Her hips bucked upward and her back arched,her head and shoulders strained forward against her restraints and her facecreased in terrified agony. Again a drip fell to coat her left nipple, thesearing 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 belowher breasts. She tensed and gasped as the next drip travelled a little lowerdown. Her struggling became frantic, her head thrashing from side to sideas the next drip hit on her navel and she realised its intended path andfinal goal.

"Not there, please not there," she pleaded pitifully.

The next drip hit just above her mons, on the rise of her mound closeto 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 drippedonto her tender bud of a clitoris. Her thighs clamped in tension and herback arched off the table. Her scream reverberated around the room as theburning 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 foldsof her inner pussy lips and then again as the next fell close to her anusand 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 closeto 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 restrainingropes in a vane effort to gain her release. Her knees quivered in reactionto the agonising heat on her tender parts and her mound and buttocks triedto 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 instrumentin 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 woodenhandle, like a besom broom in miniature it was both hard yet giving in itsconstruction. It was a most savage of instruments to be used on the humanbody and on soft tender flesh such as hers - sheer and unadulterated agony.

The Messenger raised the birch above his shoulder, paused for effectand then lashed down with it across the woman's breasts. It was a most savageof blows that rained hundreds of shards of prickling pain on her in one agonisingstroke. The hard twigs lashed down in a most cruel fashion to sting harshlyat her tender orbs and her singed nipples, the rounded mounds bounced underthe impact of the blow and her body locked in tension in response. Blow afterharsh blow stung at her body in a relentless assault of sheer wanton sadism.

The woman screamed on, her wailing now more one of desperate pleadingfor mercy rather than of pain. It was loud and long her screaming, portrayingher acute suffering at the hands of the stranger.

"Be cleansed witch," the Messenger chuckled and lashed downagain. He lashed her time after time until her soft orbs were a reddenedmass of blotches and stripes, then he started on her stomach.

The wailing went on all throughout the thrashing; it reached its peakas he beat at her pussy mound and at the tops of her thighs. It was thenthat she deprived him of further pleasure and slipped into unconsciousnessand slumped back on the table.

The Messenger moved around to the end of the table and pushed hiserect 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 shootpowerful spurts of his seed up and onto her stomach.

"One witch detected," he crowed and rubbed himself againsther lifeless body, "But still more to find."

He began to hum as he dressed. Dinner would come next and then hissearch would be renewed - with the utmost vigour.

***

Darkness was falling, the compound area half-lit by the burning torchesand beacons placed around the retaining walls. In the centre were the stocksand the olive-skinned woman secured into them. She was bent forward at thewaist, her neck and wrists trapped securely within the halves of the woodenconstruction. At the ankles her feet were roped and pulled apart, stretchingher thighs and buttocks to expose her sex and her anus to the rear. Her nakedbody glistened in the light despite the cold evening air and goosepimplescovered her muscular body as she tensed when he approached.

The Messenger acted without words, he lashed at her bare buttockswith a cat-of-nine-tails to draw a shocked cry and a pained yell from thewoman. Two more hard lashes stung at her body before he moved close, hishand cupping her pussy from the rear and his thumb pushing up inside heranus. He pinched and squeezed cruelly to exert a most uncomfortable pressureon her most tender parts.

"Have you learned some manners, witch?"

She cursed him and struggled within her wooden prison to show hercontinuing 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 andallowed the weights to dangle down free beneath her body.

The woman gritted her teeth to cope with the new set of pain as hernipples and breasts were tugged harshly down under the great weights putupon them. So heavy were the weights that her breasts were distorted in shapeunder the dreadful tension, pulled down so hard that it seemed that her nippleswould tear free from her flesh.

"First you will learn to respect me. Secondly you will admitto 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 pussyfrom behind. The thick shaft, stitched and sewn was hard against her tenderinsides as the wide shaft stretched her pussy lips to grip tightly aroundthe huge phallus. Once full rammed up inside her the Messenger eased a thinstick into her anus, pushing it far up inside her tight tunnel to draw gruntsof discomfort from the pinioned woman. Once all was set the Messenger movedaround to the front of the stocks and positioned himself close to her loweredmouth. He freed his cock and pressed the velvety head against the lips ofher mouth.

"You will suck my cock as a sign of subservience to me, you uselessslut."

She clamped her mouth tightly and mumbled her refusal.

"Very well," he said evenly and pulled the cat-of-tailsback over his shoulder.

The powerful lash swung over and down to sting harshly on her lowerback and buttocks, the tiny lead weighs attached to the tips of the strandsbiting and cutting cruelly into her olive flesh. Her back arched and sheyelped her agony as the stinging pain flooded through her entire body. Vividred marks, so prominent that even in the dim light showed clearly as markson her otherwise unblemished skin.

Again he swung down and then again, increasing the power of each lastso as to inflict the maximum pain on the screaming woman. Ten hard lasheshe 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 inhumble 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 andcircling the head of his cock in a desperate effort to please. Her tongueworked with a natural ease to tease and to delight. The Messenger pressedin, forcing just the head of his pulsing cock between the full red lips ofthe sobbing woman. He came, spurting his thick seed into her mouth and overher face as she recoiled slightly in disgust. The Messenger grunted loudlywith each spurt that shot up her nose and into her eyes in excited jerksof powerful ejaculation. Using his hand he wanked every last drop of hisseed from his cock, savouring the whimpering of the woman as the thick globulesof his cock trickled down over her face and into her mouth.

"Better," he stated evenly, "tomorrow I will test youagain and hear you confess to being a witch."

He chuckled as he replaced his cock into his breeches and took onelast look at the pained expression of the woman before walking back towardthe governor's quarters.

***

The little slut brought to his bedchamber for the night was a truedelight. Young, so very young looking with the face and hair of an angeland the body of a saint was how the Messenger viewed her. She was small andpetite, no more than five feet tall and her slim body and breasts in perfectproportions. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkledinnocence and child-like simplicity in her views of the world. Despite hernakedness she held a charming confidence about her, an eagerness to pleaseand 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 witha tantalising ease and grace. She walked almost on tiptoe in a flowing anderotic motion of sheer temptation and the way her firm little buttocks juttedout 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 herbackside down onto her heels to display her sex unhindered. The sweet littlepussy lips parted to show a bright pink gash of her moist inner lips thatbrought a blob of pre-come oozing from the Messenger's cock. Her little hardbud of a clitoris jutted out from the top of her opened pussy lips to addto the most tempting of sights. It looked so clean and untouched, so sweetand 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 backand bending at the waist. She naturally shifted her feet apart and spreadher thighs. Her little gash was fully displayed between her slender littlethighs and the tight cleft of her buttocks clearly showed the little budof her arse hole in all its glory. She was a true delight, a perfect womanin miniature and one that sent the messenger's pulses racing at an all-timehigh. His cock throbbed so much it almost hurt, never had he felt so arousedby a naked girl and he had seen and fucked many. This little angel was trulyheaven sent and he intended to savour the delights she offered to the full.

The Messenger approached her from behind, gripping her narrow hipsand 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 againsthim. He pulled her back harder onto him and rubbed his hard length down thecrease of her tight little buttocks.

"Will it hurt sire?" she asked in a nervous little voicethat sought reassurance.

He grasped her long hair and pulled her head back toward him to bowher body and to increase the thrust of her buttocks against him.

"Pain is mine to give and yours to receive," he stated coldlyand 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 loudlyat the tight feel of her body around his great cock. Her little gasps ofdiscomfort and fear added to his excitement as he thrust far up inside herlittle body and began a frantic pounding into her pussy. Fast and hard herode the little girl, lunging full power to slam hard against her slightframe. Mid-way through his fucking he paused and withdrew, shifting his hipsto 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 littlering of muscles easily apart as he forced up inside her.

There he rode her, like his stallion he rutted and jerked againsther little body to shake and batter her slight frame violently. With a newfoundvigour he pumped into the little body and came instantly that she cried outin pain and gasped as his seed filled her rectum. He slowed his strokes andsavoured the feel of the fresh young body around him.

"You sleep with me each night," he commanded. "An angeliclittle body like yours is not to be wasted. Report to my bed each and everynight."

The girl slumped forward onto her hands and knees as he withdrew fromher. She was panting hard and aware of his thick come oozing out of her bloodstainedanus.

"Yes, sire," she said dutifully and began to cry softly.

***

The governor sat behind his desk and the Messenger stood at the windowlooking down onto the stocks and the olive-skinned slut still locked in them.

"Production has increased somewhat but is still down on the expectedlevels. Two witches identified but still defiance from some of your sluts."

The governor cleared his throat and spoke, the nervousness that hefelt obvious in his trembling voice.

"You have ordered that all women now should work totally naked," thegovernor said.

The Messenger didn't turn but stared out of the window, his tone almostdistant and detached.

"Mmmm, yes. So much nicer to view and easier to select the onesto fuck."

"That is a point I wish to raise with you. One of the women'shusbands has made a complaint."

"Has he now?"

"He objects - and rightly so I might add - to his wife beingparaded naked before all and sundry."

The Messenger was silent for a moment and then his lips curled backin a wicked smile.

"Bring him here then, bound and shackled. I will speak with thisupstart that dares to question my methods."

The governor rose to his feet and summoned the guard. Before he couldissue 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 beganto shake, the laughter rising within him came spilling out in a low and evilchuckle 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 roomnear the door. He was gagged and his eyes locked wide open in horror as hisnaked wife was ushered into the room.

The long rope trailing from her bound wrists was thrown over the rafterabove and then she was stretched up onto tiptoe with her hands pulled highabove her head.

"Mmmm, what a nice pair of tits she has," the Messengerleered loudly for the benefit of the husband.

He moved close to her and with both hands began caressing and strokingthe woman's breasts. The Messenger made much of pulling and tweaking hernipples and moaning his pleasure loudly as he did so, his bony fingers kneadinghard at the soft rounded orbs of her breasts. The frantic struggling andmuffled protest of the husband simply added to the thrill of the actions.He kissed and then sucked on the firm jutting buds, slurping noisily andgrunting his delight. He licked and kissed her breasts and nipples, moaninghis 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 wantit."

The Messenger slapped her face so hard that her head was rocked tothe side.

"You like it slut because I say that you do."

His hand slipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. He hookedhis middle finger to slide it up inside the woman's pussy and to exploreher moist interior. He looked across to the red faced and struggling husband.

"Mmmm, your slut wife is wet. She desires a good cock up herit seems - more than you can give her I'll wager. The dirty whore is in needof a real man to fuck her."

The Messenger withdrew from her and dropped his breeches; he heldhis stiff cock in his right hand and pressed the head against her puffy pussylips. Slowly he rubbed the head up and down her slit as the woman beggedto be spared the humiliation and suffering. Pressing the huge head into themoist folds of her sex and prodding lightly at the entrance to her tunnelhe made much of his actions and laughed in the direction of her husband.

"See!" the Messenger said excitedly, "see how her nipplesstiffen 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 slutand a witch also I think."

He moved around her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down thecrease 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 herbonds.

He laughed aloud and positioned the head of is cock on her tight littlering of muscles. His knees eased her legs apart and he drove up into herbody 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 strugglinghusband.

"She likes it up the arse it seems," he sniggered and beganslowly pulling out and pushing back in.

In slow and deliberate strokes he violated her secret passage as herhusband watched and muttered his silenced protests. The Messenger groanedaloud and grunted in pleasure as he pumped his long cock up her tight littleentrance. His hands came around her body, one to cup her breasts and theother to cover her pussy. His hands and fingers worked in tandem as he thrusthard up into the woman's anus; he felt and rubbed furiously as his risingorgasm steadily built.

"My! But doesn't your slut wife wail so prettily?" he gloated, "Doesshe sing like this when you fuck her arse?"

He chuckled at the frantic thrashing of the husband as he tried angrilyto free himself from his bonds. The Messenger grunted even louder still andthen 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, "Imust try her pussy next."

The Messenger selected a long thin cane and positioned himself atthe side of the weeping woman.

"Now, slut. Tell me what you are. Confess to being one of thewitches."

"No sire," she sobbed, "not I."

Her mouth gaped open and her eyes locked wide as the cane cut swiftlydown to lash across the tops of her breasts close to her nipples. It wasan expert cut that hit both breasts equally and bounced them as the caneconnected on soft flesh.

He positioned himself again, attaining a set stance and resting thetip of the cane on just one of her nipples. He pulled the cane back and upand 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 watchinggovernor covered his ears with his hands as she wailed her pain to the otherwisesilent room. Again he struck down striking the other nipple and delightingin the renewed screaming of the sobbing woman.

"Well, witch, will you confess?"

"Pleeease!" she begged urgently between sobs, "spareme this pain sire. I am no witch."

He struck down again, hard across her breasts and then levelled thenext 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 tothe floor on her hands and knees. The Messenger towered over the grovellingwoman, his cock now stiff again and pressing the tight breeches out at thefront to form a small tent in the material.

The woman knelt there, her body heaving as she sucked in air, herbound hands and her bruised knees supporting her weight. Her head hung downbetween her arms and her body heaved with great pitiful sobs of deep misery.Her backside stuck up temptingly and her breasts dangled down beneath herbody, her thighs were parted in a base and animal-like position of heatedmating need.

The Messenger pulled down his breeches to free his hard cock thatjutted out in stiff arousal, twitching expectantly as he looked down on thepathetic slut at his feet.

"Are you a witch, slut?"

She shook her head slowly. And then screamed, her head throwing backas the hard cane sliced down to cut across her presented buttocks.

Again the Messenger struck and then again, the rigid cane smackingnoisily on her firm flesh to precede her pained wailing. Her whole body jerkedforward under the impact of each harsh lash, defeat and submission now comingto her in great waves as the pain tore through her being.

"Yes!" she gasped at last and sobbed her misery as she madethe admission. "Yes, I am a witch, now please no more pain."

The Messenger was triumphant; he stood proudly with his chest swellingout 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 andreceived a sickeningly hard lash of the cane on her outer thigh to prompther. The woman crawled and turned, levelling her mouth with the end of theMessenger's cock. Hesitantly she first kissed it and then covered the endof the shaft with her mouth.

"Mmmm," the Messenger gloated to her husband, "seehow 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 meanit."

"So hard," she moaned and licked at the huge head, "sobig 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. Thrashinghis body this way and that to gain freedom and prevent the assault on hiswife.

"See how the slut sucks cock, even after it has been up her ownarse."

The woman gagged and recoiled to be lashed several times with thecane and then reluctantly resumed her sucking of his throbbing shaft.

The Messenger stood erect, his hips pushed forward as the woman'smouth slid back and forth along his thick shaft. After several minutes hepulled back and away from her.

"Now suck your husband's cock, slut. Take a second cock intothat hungry mouth of yours."

The woman crawled across the room and with both hands still boundat the wrists she freed his cock from his trousers and began immediatelysucking on the flaccid member. She gasped as the Messenger gripped her hipsand pushed his cock up into her pussy from behind. Her body bucked and joltedas the Messenger pumped hard into her, chuckling his delight at her husband'sgroans of disgust.

"Another witch identified and a complaint now dealt with," heshouted over his shoulder to the watching governor. The Messenger gruntedas he rammed hard into her pussy and then moaned loudly as he came up insidethe degraded woman.

***

The morning's inspection was in the stable block to the rear of thecompound. Fenced off and secluded with the haylofts and stalls the buildingswere a haven for slacking women. They paid no heed to the Messenger's decreeof nudity, all wore loincloths and thin tops that covered most of their bodies,their heads too were covered by the traditional white cotton bonnets. Thesmirking women stood around as the tall stranger entered the barn with twobeefy guards flanking him on either side.

A heavily tension charged atmosphere existed as the three men stoodframed in the doorway and the women further back in the barn. I battle ofwills existed with both parties facing one another and each expecting theother to break the tense silence.

The Messenger tapped his riding crop against the side of his bootin irritation but retained his calm as he strode deeper into the barn andto the centre of the group of women. The messenger pushed through the circlingwomen to stand in the centre regarding them in turn with a scowling lookof disapproval etched on his face. He selected a tall and willowy brunettewoman of about thirty, she appeared to be the senior present and by her wrysmile was delighting in their open defiance of him.

The Messenger reached out with the crop and tapped the woman on thebreast with the tip.

"Why are you not naked as instructed?"

She gave a nervous smile but furthered her defiance by lifting herchin and increasing her smile as she said as a sneer.

"It is a silly and obscene rule that we totally refuse to complywith."

The Messenger nodded slowly several times, thoughtful and walked aroundher to stand behind her.

"And who are you to defy my instructions?"

"We won't do it," she said loudly and for the benefit ofthe other women.

The response was swift and brutal. The crop lashed down hard acrossher back to knock her to her knees, she gasped in oxygen, the air forcedfrom her lungs by the power of the blow. The woman groaned in pain and reachedher hands up her back to try to soothe the affected area, her body heavingto try to gain her breath.

"I asked you a question, whore," the Messenger, said ina commanding tone.

The woman was on her knees now, her arms raised across her face defensivelyand 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 backin 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 hershoulder to speed her actions. Hurriedly she pulled the thin top off overher head and pulled at the loincloth around her hips.

"All of you! Strip naked - now!" the Messenger shouted angrilyas he straightened. His piercing stare at the gathered women offered a silentchallenge that simply defied them to resist.

Silently, defeated and subserviently the whole group of women beganto undress.

Whilst the women stripped the Messenger did likewise, revelling inthe horrified glances of the women as his huge stiff cock sprung free ofrestricting clothing. He stood proudly, his hard cock jutting out from thethick black thatch of his pubic hair and rearing in excited arousal. Thehuge bulbous head was engorged with blood to give it a purple appearanceand 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 makehis sex organs a most menacing of sights to the sexually uneducated women.

He moved forward, gripped the long hair of the brunette that he hadwhipped and gripped her hair. From her kneeling position her head was levelwith his stiff member and he rubbed her silky hair over and around his throbbingcock.

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 slowstrokes designed to both revolt and to show his command over the kneelingwoman.

She covered her mouth to stem the rising vomit in her throat and gaggedat the disgusting act being performed upon her. She sobbed and spat as therising bile threatened to jet out of her mouth as her revulsion increasedwith the pace of his rubbing.

Slowly he rubbed his cock against her warm scalp, the silky strandsof her hair caressing delightfully over his hot throbbing cock. He lookedaround at the wide-eyed expressions of the watching women, delighting inone or two that showed the flushed cheeks of sexual arousal and the othersthat had clamped their hands over their mouths in shocked disgust. He came,grunting and moaning as he spent himself into her hair, the thick globulesmatting in the strands and then trickling down over her forehead and nose.

The woman sobbed in shame and humiliation as she knelt there beforeher friends, her hair wet and his thick come trickling down into the cornersof her mouth. She mumbled her misery in a pitiful display of emotion thatsimply furthered her subjugation to his command.

"String her up," the Messenger ordered the two guards, "tieher high and tightly for the witch has yet to confess."

"Nooooo!" the woman wailed as she was hauled to her feetand 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 theirfriend being tied. Their hands were behind their backs and their heads upand chests out to show an assorted array of breasts and nipples jutting outfrom their chests.

In the stalls she was tied, standing with her feet pulled wide apartand her arms stretched out to the sides. The ropes around her wrists andankles were pulled cruelly tight and she screamed her pain as the coarseropes burned at her tender wrists and ankles. Naked and bound, subdued andall defiance gone from her now the woman sobbed softly as her sex was pulledopen in her stance and on show to all that knelt and stood before her. Hershoulders shook with her sobbing and she hung her head, her face flushedred in the deepest of embarrassment. She hung there, pathetic as a subjectyet radiantly attract as regards her firm body, a conflict that suited thesituation most perfectly.

The Messenger moved in on her front, a handful of straw clutched inhis right hand. He pressed the rough straw against her left breast and beganmassaging it roughly into her flesh.

The woman grimaced in pain as the coarse straw scratched across hertender flesh and nipples, ground unceremoniously over her soft mounds tobring an agonising soreness to her tits. She cried out time and again asthe hard strands were rubbed all over both her orbs, her nipples gainingmuch attention and suffering terribly under his hard squeezing.

"Good, bitch?" the Messenger sneered as he increased thepressure on her breasts. He laughed as he worked, inflicting pain and discomforton the defiant slut was making him hard again. He chuckled louder still ashe moved down between her legs to grind the hard straw into and over hersoft pussy lips. He forced some of the straw up inside her pussy as she buckedand wriggled, screaming her agony to the hayloft above. The Messenger withdrew,leaving her gaping pussy stuffed wide with straw, some of the strands pokingout to scratch at the soft tops of her inner thighs.

He moved around to the back, picking up another handful of straw fromthe floor, her rubbed it cruelly over her buttocks and up and down the crackof her arse. He forced the handful of straw hard up her backside and usedhis long, thin fingers to press the strands in further still.

The woman's wailing was pitiful, she wailing like a bitch in painand he though that description of her was apt indeed. The Messenger was fullyhard now, his cock twitching in excited arousal as the woman begged and pleadedfor mercy. Her snivelling was both welcome and thrilling, her pain an additionto the rising excitement he felt.

"Not so sure of yourself now are you, slut?" he sneeredand 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 jerkedhard forward in reaction and all the women present gasped at the severityof the lash. The woman couldn't scream, the pain too intense and the breathknocked from her in stunned shock. Her mouth gaped her silent pleading andher tears flowed freely down her cheeks to streak her creased up cheeks.

The second lash of the crop brought the same reaction and then thethird; with each jolt of her body the straw inside her not only moved butwas gripped and squeezed as her internal muscles clamped in involuntary spasmsof pain to bring further waves of excruciating agony to her.

"Well, witch, do you confess?"

"Yeeees!" she wailed quickly to try to forestall any furtherhash 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. Lashafter lash smacked against her body in a most furiously onslaught of wildpain infliction. Her back and buttocks were striped red; the angry lookingwelts bearing testimony to the brutality of the thrashing. The backs of herlegs and her thighs were soundly whipped, the tender parts of her body sufferingmore than the rest of her. She slumped exhausted and near unconsciousnessbefore he relented and halted. He stood panting hard and close to orgasmas 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 watchedbut wished they didn't have to, not one of them dared to move a muscle ormake a sound. They all averted their eyes as the messenger looked at eachof them in turn lest he should choose them.

"You," the Messenger pointed to a young girl kneeling nearthe front of the group, "Come here girl."

The girl rose hesitantly to her feet and went to stand before thepanting Messenger, she eyed his pulsing cock fearfully and whimpered at thevery thought of the huge shaft up inside her body.

His arm circled her waist, pulling her hard against him, her breastscrushed flat against his chest and her mons pressing against his hard erectionto trap it between their naked bodies. The Messenger eased his hips backand located the head of his cock at the entrance of her little pussy andthen pushed fully up inside her. His great hands gripped both her buttocksand he began a frantic and lust-fuelled pumping up into her slim body. Hedefiled the little virgin girl before her companions, delighting in the wide-eyedstares of the other women as they watched the sexual act. Disgust and yetwild interest filled them as they witnessed a girl losing her virginity ina brutal and yet erotic scene of high pulsing tension.

Like a little rag doll the girl's body was jerked and bucked underthe powerful pounding of his hips, her head lolled and jerked as he plungedup hard into her to sate his pulsing need. She was lifted bodily up ontoher toes by each hard and brutal thrust against her, impaled as she was onhis stiff rod. His pubic arch slammed hard against hers time and again asthe brutal fucking continued.

A low moan escaped his lips as he tensed and came, squirting his comedeep up inside her warm interior. Her held her tightly to him, his greathands pinching rhythmically at her rounded buttocks as he injected everylast drop of his come into her body. The Messenger pulled out of her, shovingthe young girl roughly aside like a discarded rag. Triumphantly he addressedthe 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 - orsuffer for it you will."

He stroked his wet and softening cock luxuriously slowly as the womengot to their feet to resume their labours.

***

It was a time of quiet reflection for the Messenger. He sat on a rockingchair 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 workingin the distance. They were sweating and pulling hard, the horses now replacedand 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 hadincreased yet again. He could be more selective now in his choice of womento 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 jugof lemonade on a huge silver tray.

"Take it away and return to serve it naked," he snappedand waved his hand in dismissal, "show me that hairy pussy of yoursand your tits at every opportunity."

His cock stiffened at the way the snotty bitch simply turned and wentobediently back into the house. It reared up in harder arousal as the nakedwoman returned and stood dutifully by his side holding the tray. He extendedhis hand to cup her pussy, the woman easing her feet dutifully apart to allowhim access to her sex. His fingers pushed up inside her warm interior tocurl and search in exploration of her moist insides. His thumb rubbed acrossand teased at her hard clitoris, flicking the bud and grinding it cruellyhard back against her pubic bone.

"Pour me a drink then," he snapped in irritation as he fingeredher.

The trembling woman tipped the jug and filled the tall glass withlemonade, spilling the drink slightly in her nervousness as she handed itto 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 anddeliberately he took his time and increased her discomfort. Once the glasswas drained he threw it aside and withdrew his hand. He sucked on his wetfingers, licking the digits to savour the taste of her sex juice.

"Mmmm," he muttered and licked lovingly at the thick muskypussy 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 orderedher, "I want to see you fingering yourself."

With the greatest of reluctance the woman put the try aside and laydown on the hard wooden boards of the porch. She drew up her knees and partedthem 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 pussylips, the fingertips teasing at her clitoris and circling the hard bud sexily.The Messenger slipped down his breeches, pulling them off over his ridingboots as he watched the woman touching her sex. His cock throbbed as thewoman's hips began to lift and buck as her pleasure increased. She was moaningas she rubbed herself, the pace increasing with her arousal. Her middle fingerslipped 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 sheknew would be expected of her. At the wave of his hand she straddled himin the chair, facing the Messenger and sinking her warm pussy down over hiserect cock. She sighed as his length filled her and his mouth clamped overher left nipple. Her body jerked and jolted as he began thrusting his hipsup to crash against her young body.

The mother's hand was a blur now, her fingers rubbing furiously ather pussy and her back arched in pained pleasure. Her body weight was supportedonly on the soles of her feet and her shoulders, her mons pushed up highas 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 thewoman rubbed herself to bliss, oblivious of her child being had by the evilman.

The Messenger came, groaning loudly as he shot up inside the warmbody of the daughter. He savoured the feel of her for many minutes, kissingand licking her firm breasts before pushing her off him and standing up.

The mother was near her peak, writhing and bucking, her head thrashingfrom side to side in pleasure as she ground her fingers harder and fasterdown onto her clitoris.

The Messenger knelt, dipping his head between her thighs and his tongueextended.

"Lick my arse you little slut," he said to the daughterand pushed his tongue deep up inside the mother's wet pussy.

He licked and probed as he felt the daughter's delicate little handsgrip his hips. Tingling sensations shot through him as he felt the very tipof 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 ofjerking twitches to his now hard cock. He gripped the mother's thighs asshe bucked and gasped at her peak and forced his tongue further up insideher pussy as the daughter licked now at the rear of his ball sac. He cameagain as the mother orgasmed, her thighs clamping powerfully around his headas her body shook and shuddered in climax. The copious pussy juices flowingreadily to coat his mouth, his cheeks and chin coated with thick musky bodyfluid. The delights that the governor's house provided simply got betterand he resolved at that moment to visit again before he finally left thecommune.

***

The news of that morning jerked his cock to instant erection as theMessenger came down for breakfast. He tucked heartily into bacon and eggswith hot sweet tea to accompany them as he listened to the details.

"Three prisoners slipped away during the night," the governorreported mournfully and added icily, "With the treatment you have beenhanding out it was to be expected I suppose."

The Messenger ate on unperturbed; his sense of excitement howeverrose dramatically as the further details were given to him.

"Naked and barefoot, the three women slipped their chains andbroke for freedom..."

"Did they have assistance?" the Messenger asked and forkedanother slice of bacon into his mouth.

"Yes, the guards report that a little blonde girl could havebeen their only ally, but she refuses to talk."

"Excellent," the Messenger muttered and helped himself toanother fried egg.

"We think," the governor, continued, "that the threeran to my quarters, stole some food from my kitchen and then made off towardthe coast."

"Mmmm," so your wife and daughter aided these escapees," theMessenger taunted.

"No! Most certainly not, they - like me - were asleep and knewnothing of the theft until this morning."

The Messenger laughed aloud at the defensive response to his goadingand gulped at his hot tea.

"Have the little blonde slut taken to the dungeons, I will soonmake her talk and find out the destination of the fleeing sluts."

The Messenger drank with his right hand, his left slid down to griphis cock through his breeches and to squeeze at his stiffening cock throughhis breeches.

"I will enjoy questioning the deceitful little witch in a fewminutes."

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 theground as the messenger walked into the cottage gardens.

He strode purposefully, his expression set and serious and his gaitone of a man with a mission. He carried a long rattan cane in his right handand sucked on the thin clay pipe sticking from his mouth. The messenger walkedacross the newly tilled soil, crushing the lettuces beneath his feet as hestalked over the cultivated patch of group.

"You," he pointed with the cane to the young mousy-hairedgirl, "stand to the side."

He circled her menacingly, eyeing her suspiciously and then halteda 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 thatportrayed her great fear.

She yelped in pain as the cane sliced through the air to cut a savageblow 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 asanother cutting lash stung at the backs of her upper thighs.

On the third lash at her tender thighs her bladder released in herfear and a trickle of steaming urine spouted from between her legs. Thatflow increased to a forceful jet as the cane hit home again and again onher naked body to jolt her whole frame and to add to her pain. She stoodwith head down in shame, peeing herself as he whipped her, the hot yellowliquid deflected by her pussy lips to spray over her legs and feet.

"The blonde -Kathleen," she sobbed in misery and shame, "Itwas her that helped them to get free."

The messenger grunted in satisfaction and tapped at her back withthe cane.

"Kneel slut, kneel and rub your face in the dirt like the whorethat you are."

The weeping girl complied, getting down onto all fours and pressingher face down into the urine soaked earth. She cried out as each hard strokeof the cane slammed against her presented buttocks and screamed louder stillas he aimed then at her puffy pussy lips. Her agony only ended as she feltthe warm splashes of his come landing on her naked back and she slumped forwardface down in the soil sobbing heavily.

***

The girl, the blonde Kathleen, was tied back against a heavy woodenstake erected in the basement. Her wrists were bound to a thinner woodencrossbar that had been hauled up to the rafters above her to stretch herpainfully onto tiptoe. Her ankles were strapped back to the post, one oneither side and pulled back to force her buttocks against the post and herpussy outward. She trembled fearfully as the Messenger entered the dungeonand placed his holdall carefully down on the wooden bench to the side ofthe room.

He stripped slowly, ensuring to display his hard cock in profile forher benefit as she whimpered in her discomfort. The Messenger stripped totallynaked and then selected two lengths of thin twine that he made much of untanglingand teasing out as he walked slowly over to the girl.

"Tell me where the sluts are headed," he said evenly ashe 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 overher left breast. He slipped the knot to draw the string tight and to pinchit cruelly around her soft orb. So tight was the restriction that her breastswere distorted in shape and the end bulged out like a balloon to pop thenipple out stiffly. She cried out as he repeated the same on her other breastand hauled the ends of the strings high above her. He secured the ends tothe 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 equipmentin turn. Four short and flat pieces of wood came next, one placed under andanother on top of each of her nipples and then pressed flat to trap the budsas 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 pressureon them. She sobbed and blubbered as the pain increased, her little bodytensed and shook as the agony ripped through her entire being.

When both nipples were cruelly crushed and the wooden plates in placethe 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 suckedin air to feed her heaving sobs of pain. Tears cascaded down her cheeks andher eyes looked up at him with a silent pleading for mercy.

He simply shrugged and readied the long and thin needle, he positionedthe sharp point against the tip of her flattened nipple and pushed inward.

The girl wailed and bucked like a banshee, her body thrashed againsther bonds and she screamed so loud that the basement reverberated with hercries of pain.

"Tell me," he repeated and pressed harder in with the needle.

"West!" she blurted, "they went west to the fishingport, there to get a boat and to head for France ."

The Messenger grunted in satisfaction of her admission and pulledthe 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 hiskey."

He simply nodded and then in one swift move plunged the point of theneedle deep into the side of her breast.

The Messenger almost came to orgasm as the girl bucked and screamedin pain. Again he stuck her and then again, delighting in her frantic strugglingand pained wailing. He paused after the eighth insertion of the needle andknelt down by her feet.

"And now your reward you deceitful little slut."

He pinched her puffy labia together with the fingers of his left handand pushed the needle clean through both her pussy lips with the other. Thelong 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 heattached the small pear-drop weights to either end. He laughed loudly aboveher screams as he released the weights to pull cruelly down on the needleimbedded in her lips.

Humming and stroking his cock with his left hand he selected a thinrattan cane and levelled it in line with the front of her thighs. The strokehit equally across the tops of the front of her thighs, hitting across thecords and jerking the thin threads and weights excruciatingly. Six hard lasheshe gave the girl before his excitement peaked and his cock jerked. Long streamsof his come shot out to splash over the side of her hips and thighs and totrickle down her body. He moaned his satisfaction as he jerked his hips toemit 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 hereuntil I have caught the three sluts - however long that might take."

He left the basement room to the panic filled screams of the littlegirl 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 hotsun in the compound. Coils of rope and long snaking whips hung from theirsaddles and their sprits were high. They relished the prospect of the chaseto come, the hunt for the three women escapees and the sex that would inevitablybe part of their capture. All were hard and anxious to get going as theyawaited the arrival of the Messenger. The horses snorted and scraped theirhooves impatiently in the dusty soil, they too wanted to be set free andto stride out across the fields and meadows.

Out onto the hollow wooden boards of the porch he strode, the heelsof his long boots thudding authoritatively on the wooden decking. He worehis favourite black breeches; tight and clinging they showed clearly hiserect cock beneath them and his high level of sexual arousal. A black silkenshirt covered his top and in his right hand he held the polished black ridingcrop. The dark colours and his commanding manner gave him a most sinisterand wicked appearance, one that was conveyed to the groups of watching womenas they shuffled silently to their duties.

The Messenger walked easily down the wooden steps and mounted hishorse 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 beginthe hunt. The horses raced off across the compound, through the gates andthen turned west toward the coast.

***

The three naked women had been running most of the night and slowingto walk only as their lungs burned to make it necessary. The sun was longsince 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 asthey waded through the cold waters to the bank on the other side. The slipperybank smeared their legs and thighs with dark oozing mud but the stains seemedunimportant to them, escape being their only quest. They had come far thisnight and could smell the salt of the sea in the air, their spirits roseas did the pace of their walking, heartened, as escape for them now seemeda sure thing. They just had to reach the fishing port and get the boat, oncethat was done and they were away from the port then they would be safe andfree for all times. The women slapped each other on the back and allowedthemselves a rare moment of mirth as they pressed on through the long grasstoward the coastline ahead of them.

***

The chase was on and the five riders charged across the meadows, spurringtheir horses with a sexually charged urgency and a heightened thrill combined.The Messenger was raised in the saddle, his feet deep in the stirrups andriding like a jockey to speed his horse in the hunt. His cock throbbed itsneed and excitement, the element of uncertainty increasing the charge thatwas coursing through him. To run the women down would be a charge indeedbut they ways in which they would suffer afterwards would be delight iteslf.

The riders began to spread out, covering a wider area of the widefields as they slowed now to a trot, the distance covered by barefoot womenin the dark could not have been great and the excitement began to build asthey crossed the wide stream and came up onto the grassy slopes beyond.

Far, far ahead they could see the three women, their pale bodies easilyvisible against the lush green of the meadow grass. The three had spreadout and were running full-tilt toward the coastline on the far horizon.

The messenger readied his whip, looping the strap around his wristand clutching the thick handle in his palm. He pulled on the reins and gavea 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 closeup behind the running women who scattered in differing directions. The guardsset out in pursuit of two women and left the third woman to the mercy ofthe Messenger. They yelled excitedly and lashed with their whips as theychased the frightened women this way and that through the long grass.

The messenger steered after the olive-skinned woman, urging his horsealongside her. He pulled his arm back and lashed the long whip to land devastatinglyhard blow across her back and shoulders.

The woman yelped in pain, her head throwing back and her body archingas the searing pain burned into her naked flesh. Her pace slowed momentarilyand 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 pantinghard and sobbing in fear as she heard the horse moving close up behind heronce again. A blinding explosion of pain registered in her brain as the whipcut savagely across the side of her thigh, the end curling around to stingharshly at the soft inner tops of her leg. She stumbled and tripped but ranon, twisting and turning in her path to evade her cruel pursuer. The numbingpain in her thigh made her now limp and further slowed her pace, her movementswere slower and her turns clumsy, aiding her imminent capture.

The messenger was in his element, he whooped his delight as he turnedthe horse again and charged at the fleeing woman. He lashed again with thewhip and nudged the flank of the horse against her to send her sprawlingheadlong and face down in the grass. He turned and rode back, reaching thewoman just as she was gaining her feet and breaking into a run, his cockwas 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 pushedit out fast to stamp the sole of his hard boot squarely into the centre ofher back. It knocked the woman face down on the ground and she lay theresobbing heavily, all fight and breath knocked from her and fear now her onlyally.

The messenger circled the woman on his horse, lashing down hard withthe whip to sting at her body and to leave thin red welts of burning painon her flesh. For many minutes he whipped her cruelly as she lay before pausingto dismount. He towered over her; resting one boot on the centre of her backand pressing down to further assert his authority over her.

"Suffer now you will, slut," he sniggered and screwed theheel of his boot harder down into her body.

***

The whole commune was gathered in the compound, one guard had riddenahead to make the arrangements. Anxiously the two hundred naked women waitedin lines in the heat of the morning sun for the sickening spectacle thatwould surely follow.

Through the gates the messenger rode, his head held high and backstraight, his chest was pushed out proudly in triumph as he led the groupacross the compound.

The three naked escapees were running behind the horses, their wristsroped and being dragged, they looked bedraggled, pathetic and defeated. Theirbodies were streaked with mud and criss-crossed with sore red welts wherethe whips had made their mark. The women's faces were streaked with tearsand they stumbled exhausted behind the big horses to the centre part of theopen 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 punishmentof the three breakaways.

***

Both wrists were bound behind her back, her ankles were bound andcrossed and pulled back up behind her to meet her wrists, her heels digginginto her buttocks. The position pulled her knees and thighs wide to exposeher gaping sex open and unhindered. The downward bow of her body made herample breasts hang down and the collar around her neck pulled her upper bodyback painfully to further increase the arch of her body. Stuck in her anuswas a large metal hook attached to a rope that pulled excruciatingly undertension to threaten to rip her delicate orifice apart. She hung like that,suspended some six feet up from the ground, her limbs aching furiously bythe pull exerted on them.

In the blazing sun and the heat of the compound the olive skinnedwoman hung from the 'T' frame before the gathered crowd. She wept freelyin her pain and misery, her fears increased as the Messenger began his ceremonialundressing ritual below and to the side of her.

With his hard cock jutting out from his body, the messenger paradednaked, walking slowly up and down the lines of naked women and inspectingthe display of nude flesh offered. He mentally selected one or two for hisafternoon's entertainment and was delighted to see the Governor's wife anddaughter at the end of the front row. The only two clothed women they mayhave been but it gave him an added thrill that they should be present withtheir husband and father. He smiled at them and turned, sliced the thin canethrough the air several times for practice and then approached the suspendedwoman.

"Witness now," he shouted loudly, "the fate of allwitches."

He aimed the cane between her thighs and landed a sickeningly hardblow directly down the slit of her open pussy. The messenger almost cameas the woman's body was racked by a series of violent convulsions, she jerkedand shuddered like a putted on the ropes that suspended her. She gagged andvomited 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 onthe metal hook up her anus to send a different and more excruciating seriesof pained shock waves running through her.

Again he hit at her, thrashing her puffy labia and her soft pink innerpussy lips in a savage beating of sheer wanton cruelty. Time and again thehard cane slapped against her tender parts to bring scream after scream fromthe suspended woman. In the watching crowds several women fainted at thesight and all others were stunned to obedient silence.

Not content to abuse her sex so cruelly the messenger began strikingat the metal hook to send conducted shock waves of sheer brutal agony updeeper into her soft interior.

The woman gagged several times more before passing out, her body slumpinglifelessly within her rope restraints.

The messenger was ecstatic, his face was flushed with excitement andhis cock reared up in responsive jerks of deep pleasure. He strode purposefullyto the first line of watching woman and grabbed a redhead by the hair. Hedragged her, head down and squealing over to the 'T' frame. The messengerturned her to face inward between the suspended woman's thighs and pressedher face against the woman's bruised pussy.

"Lick her, you little slut," he instructed and pressed hishard cock against the girl's firm buttocks.

The girl whimpered nervously and hesitantly extended her tongue; sheshuddered in disgust as the thick juices of the beaten pussy filled her mouth.She whimpered more so as the messenger's great cock pushed up between thebacks of her thighs and entered her pussy from behind. She gasped aloud anddrove her tongue deeper as his whole length slid up inside her pussy to takeher virginity from her. She stood there humiliated and shamed before theother women, licking another woman's pussy as he fucked her hard from behind.

It was total humiliation for the girl, to be seen naked was bad enough,to be fucked at all and even less before an audience was utter shame butto be forced to lick at another woman's sex was total degradation.

The messenger tensed and pulled out of her, tilting his hips upwardto send great spurts of his thick seed up and onto the weeping girl's backand buttocks. He wanked himself slowly to finish his orgasm and then beganbeating the young girl with the cane to restart the hardening process ofhis cock.

***

He would, the messenger had decided, extend the punishment over threedays. One woman dealt with he would take the others on following days toprolong their suffering and to hammer home the message to the other womenof the commune. The waiting, he felt would add a certain element of fearand further is feel of command over the sluts of the commune.

The man lounged back in his seat and spread his legs; stretching themlazily as the naked young girl kneeling next to his chair circled her fingersaround his thick cock. So tiny was her hand that her fingertips barely touchedas she gripped his throbbing shaft. She began wanking him, gasping in amazementat the warm feel and the way the hot rod pulsed with a life of its own. Shestared wide-eyed as the foreskin first closed over the great bulbous headand then stretched tightly back down along the gnarled shaft. Under his directionher other hand cupped his balls reverently, weighing them in the palm oflittle hand, her fingertips teasing so close to his anus.

"Rub your thumb across the tip," he moaned and shifted hiships forward to savour the feel of her tiny hand on him.

The messenger moaned and groaned in pleasure as she flicked her thumbacross the eyehole and continued wanking him. His hips thrust upward severaltimes before a thick stream of his come gushed powerfully out to hit andsplash over her arm and naked breasts.

The girl gagged and recoiled in disgust, releasing her grip on himand rolling back on the floor frantically wiping the thick globules fromher naked breasts.

The messenger was on his feet in an instant, his face flushed in angerand his eyes blazing fury.

"You ruined it for me, you silly little slut!"

"Please, sire," she begged fearfully and shrunk back withher arms raised defensively.

He gave her no time to plead further; the messenger grasped her hairat the top of her head and hauled the girl bodily to her feet. He swung heraround several times and pushed her face down over the back of a chair.

"Stupid little bitch," he raved and pressed her face harddown onto the seat of the chair, "Grip the sides, you slut."

The girl, bent forward at the waist over the back of the chair, didas she was told and her hands gasped both sides of the chair seat. She remainedthere stretched up on tiptoe, the back of the chair pressing into her lowerbelly and her buttocks presented high. She began to cry as the messengerfetched the cane and positioned himself alongside her.

The chair scraped forward along the floor as her body jolted underthe hard lash of the cane. It sliced down savagely to cut across the firmmounds of both cheeks to sent shock waves of burning pain racing throughher little body. The girl screamed with all her heart as the agony tore throughher flesh and then she screamed again as the cane cut down for a second timeto mark her pale flesh close to the previous welt. Again and again her lashedat her, all of his anger and frustration being directed into the cruel swingsof the cane.

"Never," he panted excitedly, "never ruin my pleasureagain you little whore."

He lashed again and again, so hard did he lash at her that the girlstood upright under the brutal assault. Her body quivered with the excruciatingpain she was experiencing, her face screwed up in agony and her arms flaileduselessly by her sides. She tried to break and run but her legs were kickedfrom under her to send her crashing heavily down onto the hard floorboards.The girl curled up into a ball, a foetal position of some little comfortand defence as the hard cane blows rained down to strike her on varying partof her body. Her forearms and legs, her thighs and hips all suffered terriblyunder the ferocious assault. Her back and waist, her buttocks and inner thighsall bore the marks of the cane as she rolled around and flailed her armsand legs as she screamed for mercy.

At length the Messenger halted in his attack, he stood with his chestheaving from his exertions, and he towered over the sobbing girl admiringthe red blotches and stripes he had made on her soft skin. His cock twitchedin excitement and reared up as he came for the second time, his hot comespattering down onto the nude body of the cringing girl.

"Tomorrow you will try again bitch and if you fail to pleaseme yet again - you go to the dungeon."

The girl broke down completely, her little body racked by great heavingsobs of misery as her pained and bruised body crawled slowly away towardthe door.

***

She was twenty-eight years old and virgin, or was until she had beentied so in the compound. The second of the escapees had been there all night,impaled on the thick upright post in the centre of the dusty area. Her wristswere bound together behind the back of her neck and her feet splayed abouttwo feet apart and either side of the thick stake. Her ankles were securedto heavy metal rings sunk into the ground and her back was arched backwardas the rope attached to her neck pulled constantly under tension. The thickwooden stake, sunk upright into the ground, pushed so far up inside her pussythat she was forced up onto tiptoe to try to ease the terrible agony. Herpussy lips were red and sore where the thick post had scraped them as shehad been lowered onto her wooden prison and were stretched cruelly wide bythe thick girth. Her breasts jutted out in fullness and the mound of herpussy presented with her over-sized clitoris poking out from the tops ofher lips. The woman wept softly as she had done throughout the long coldnight as the whole of the commune filed into the area and formed up in theusual rows.

The Messenger made his entrance totally naked, he strode across thewide compound, his cock hard in erection and bouncing freely as he walkedto take his position in the centre of the crowd. The turned theatricallyand waved the riding crop across his body several times.

"The escapee bitch here has earned you all an increase in yourwork quotas."

A low groan came from all the women present.

"Thanks to this wanton witch and her wicked ways you all nowhave to work twice as hard to fulfil the production rates."

He strode around facing each section of women in turn and offeringhis hard cock proudly as he did so.

"Suffer she will most certainly, but you all will suffer equallyas you toil at your increased duties today and until all of the witches arebanished from the commune."

He swung in hard to land a savage blow with the crop across her nakedbreasts. The impact flattened her orbs momentarily fully back against herribcage and then filled out again as she screamed. Again he struck and thenagain, battering her tender orbs and causing her body to jerk and to increasethe pain of the pole inserted up inside her.

"Be cleansed witch," he bellowed and lashed now at the moundof her mons.

Six hard and brutal lashes of the crop he laid on her jutting clitorisas the woman's body jerked in involuntary spasms of deep agony. Then he startedon her outer thighs, lashing them hard and numbing her legs to sink her backdown onto the intruding pole. Her eyes locked wide and her tongue lolleduselessly out of her mouth as she gasped her agony to the watching crowd.The woman sighed once and then passed out, her body sagging uselessly downon the pinioning post.

The messenger laughed aloud and moved close to her, he pressed hiscock flat against the woman's lower belly and rubbed himself against her.He grunted as he came, his thick seed shooting up between their bodies tosplash at the underside of her bruised breasts.

"The witch is cleansed," he panted and chuckled, "thiswitch will perform trickery no more."

The stunned women were ushered of to their duties as the messengercontinued to grind his cock against the senseless woman, moaning his pleasureat the feel of her against him.

***

The little slut had failed again to please the messenger at her secondattempt to wank him. He had come it is true and good it had been, but notgood enough to spare her a sound thrashing. She was standing and naked, herface pressed down against her knees and the rope around her neck pulled harshlyup between her legs to pull in between her pussy lips. Tied to the rafterabove her it both pinioned her head down to her knees and made her balancea precarious thing indeed. Her wrists were bound to the sides of her anklesand she had raised herself onto tiptoe to ease the chaffing of the thickrope on her tender pussy lips.

She grunted and shook as the cane stung across the tender backs ofher upper thighs, her body movements rubbed her little clitoris harshly againstthe taut hemp rope. Again the cane lashed at her to increase her agony andto feed the excitement that the messenger was experiencing.

"Suffer for your inept ways," he panted and cut in againwith the cane, he aimed the blows to strike on the bruises of the previousday and to further increase her pain. Again and again he lashed her legs,chuckling as the girl wailed her pain to the cold hollow basement room. Bythe time he paused her legs were a mass of red blotches and stripes thatbore testament to the brutality of the blows laid on her.

The messenger moved in and spent many minutes rubbing the head ofhis cock up and down the stretched crease of her arse. He eased the ropeto one side and located the head of his cock at the entrance to her anus.He laughed aloud as he forced in, splitting the little ring of muscles ashis great girth entered her little tunnel. He pushed fully up inside herwarm body as she screamed her pain to her knees.

The messenger rested there, stationary and feeling the grip of herinternal muscles around his cock. He lashed down on her bare back to sendshock waves of pain shooting through her and causing the internal musclesto clamp even harder around him. Again he lashed her and then again, buildinga steady rhythm of gripping and relaxing of her body on his hard cock. Hebeat her back raw as he took his pleasure, thrashing the little girl mercilesslyas his excitement built. His cock exploded inside her soft interior to injecthis thick seed deep up inside her rectum. The messenger grave several slowthrusts up into the girl to complete his orgasm before pulling out, allowingher sphincter to return to near normal proportions.

"Tomorrow we try again," he threatened, "and tomorrowit must be better still."

The little girl began sobbing heavily in her pain and misery as thedoor slammed shut and she began her long night of discomfort.

***

The third escapee was naked and crucified to the 'T' frame in thecompound. She had already confessed to both being a witch and to instigatingthe escape plan, she had, she had also admitted, encouraged the others toflee with her.

Her arms were pulled wide and to the sides, bound securely back againstthe thick wooden cross. Her legs were splayed, the ankles bound back andto the sides of the heavy upright. She bucked and screamed in a frantic thrashingof her body as the white-hot branding iron was put close to her breast.

"No cleansing for you witch," the messenger gloated andpressed the hot iron against her soft orb.

Her mouth gaped open in silent pleading for mercy. Her whole bodyshuddered and shook as the singe mark was made on her. She let out a greatsigh as the hot iron was removed but the burning pain remained long afterits removal. The woman was stamped, branded with the 'W' burned on her chestas the mark of the witch. She slumped forward against her bonds sobbing herapologies to the messenger before her.

It was the cat-of-nine-tails that he selected; the effects on thewatching women would be more profound he felt. The messenger swung hard withthe cat to lash the strands across the woman's lower belly and her pussy,the thin lead-weighted strands striking savagely at her tender flesh. Herhead threw back to crack hard against the wooden post and her body buckedviolently under the impact. It bucked and jerked as lash after lash was laidon her in a savage assault of leather on human flesh.

Ten hard lashes cut at her body before he halted, the guards cut herdown and dragged the semi-conscious woman over to the stocks. She was bentover with her neck and wrists imprisoned in the wooden slats that were lockedshut around her. Her ankles were pulled apart and secured wide to offer herpussy between the tops of her thighs.

Low mutterings ran through the many ranks of watching women as thesmall wooden platform was dragged into position behind the bending woman.Those mutterings changed to louder gasps of disbelief and horror as the bigAlsation guard dog was lead across the compound toward the screaming woman.

***

Things were going rather well the Messenger thought. Production wasnow running at nearly three times that when he had arrived. He had identifiedsome of the witches and dealt with them, in addition he had sent a clearand unequivocal message to the remaining members of the commune. There wasstill much to do here and not least the question of the governor's positionbut time he had and only time would tell.

He stood naked on the veranda of the Governor's house, leaning forwardcasually on the low wooden rail. His legs were parted wide and his cock pushedthrough the slats and into the mouth of the Governor's wife that stood onthe other side. On the lower ground below, her head was level with the endof his cock and she sucked greedily on his throbbing member.

Behind him and naked knelt the daughter, her little hands holdingonto his thick thighs as she licked all around the crease of his arse andcircled his bum hole with the tip of her tongue. He tensed his legs as thetickling tip of her tongue searched around his backside, her revulsion ather task simply added to the excitement for him.

"Up inside," he instructed evenly and wriggled his backsidein anticipation.

The daughter groaned her disgust but complied. She formed her tongueinto a firm wedge of flesh, pressed the tip into the centre of his anus andpushed in. She forced her wet; warm worm up into his tight tunnel, gaggingas she did so. Her nose pressed into the upper part of the crease in hishairy buttocks and her chin pressed against the back of his scrotum, a mostdelightful touch to experience.

"Curl your tongue around inside me," he ordered, and feelmy balls at the same time you little slut."

One delicate little hand moved to weigh his balls and the sensationsof the combined tongue inside him and the feel of her little slim fingerswere too much to bear. He grunted and shot his seed deep into the back ofthe mother's throat, jerking his hips and clenching his anal muscles aroundthe daughters tongue. He took a long time emptying himself into the woman'swet, warm cavern and moaned his delight as the slut licked and swallowedevery drop of his thick seed.

The messenger straightened and stretched lazily as the daughter vomitedbehind him and the mother spat and gagged to clear the thick semen from herthroat.

"You lick well bitch," he complimented the daughter as shewiped the back of her hand across her mouth and spat again to try to removethe foul taste in her mouth.

He sat back in the rocking chair, an evil grin creasing his face.

"Now you can lick your mother's pussy whilst I watch."

The mother screamed and the daughter was sick but his evil menacingstare made the mother relent and reluctantly she lay back on the wooden boardsof the veranda and part her legs in readiness.

"Oh the pleasures of being in command," he posed thoughtfullyto the fresh clean air and began to laugh.

***

The tree-felling party in the woods had worked since sun up and werenow taking a rest period in the small clearing that their morning's workhad created. The naked women sat around resting back against fallen treetrunks, some with their knees raised and parted now, all inhibitions longsince removed from them. They tried not even to cover themselves as the messengerdismounted and walked amongst them flanked by his loyal guards. He walkedaround, inspecting and selecting the display of open thighs and pussy onoffer, the red gashes of their slits open and gaping in blatant offering.He could take any and all of them if he wished and the sluts knew that bynow, that thought amused him as he moved around eyeing the gaping pussies.

Some of the thrill and excitement had gone since most of the womennow readily complied with any command and no dissent or reason was givenfor him to chastise them. He didn't really need a reason, that he knew, butit did so add to the sexual charge when they were being punished.

The messenger sat back on a fallen tree and raised one leg casually.He waved his crop idly at a petite little blonde and told her to stand beforehim.

"Dance for me, slut."

"But there is no music, sire," she said in bemusement.

He sniggered and motioned to the guards.

"Give her some music," he said casually.

Four thin whips lashed at her little legs as one, the thin strandsbiting spitefully into the soft flesh to cause her to scream aloud to thetreetops. She began to dance, her little breasts bouncing and jiggling delightfullyas her body bounced in dance. Faster the whips lashed at her legs and fasterthe little girl danced to try to please the master. She sobbed as she jigged,the aching pain in her lower legs and the humiliation all too much for her.For many minutes the ritual dance continued, the girl's legs reddened bythe constant lashing of the thin whips.

At length the messenger raised his hand to halt the proceedings; heyawned in boredom and dismissed the girl back to her place.

"I tire so easily of such simplicity," he announced andpointed to another and slightly older girl with huge dangling breasts andthick rubbery nipples.

"You bitch, come forward and squat."

The girl complied, facing him she squatted with her knees stretchedwide to show fully her open pussy.

"Pee for me, slut, I want to watch you pee."

Shocked but not about to desist the girl's face reddened as she strained.Moments passed with nothing happening as she grunted and strained to squeezethe fluid from her body.

The guards and the messenger looked with fixed stares between herlegs in silent anticipation but nothing came. The messenger nodded to thesenior guard who laid a brutal lash of his whip across the tops of her shoulders.

She screamed and tensed and then screamed again as a second lash

cut across her back. The girl grunted and then sighed as the tricklebegan, the hot yellow liquid running first around the lips of her labia andthen forming into a forceful stream of hot steaming pee. She groaned in shameas she squatted there, the mocking laughter of the watching men adding toher deep humiliation. She began to cry as the flow subsided and then scamperedaway red faced at the wave of the messenger's hand.

He was hard; his stiff cock obvious through the thin tight breechesas the Messenger stood up and stretched lazily. He pointed now to a tallblack-haired woman with a thick bush of pubic hair nestling between her thighs.

"You slut, straddle the fallen log face down."

The nervous woman scrabbled to her feet and almost ran to assume theposition. Her breasts jiggled and swung side to side as she trotted, herneat backside wobbling pleasingly with the loping of her slim thighs. Shelaid face down aside the thick trunk her naked breasts and mons pressingdown on the cold rough bark. The woman hugged the huge trunk in a crude embrace,her thighs stretched wide to grip around it and her arms dangling down eitherside. The position pushed her buttocks up and arched her back beautifullyto present her pussy and anus open from the rear.

At the messenger's instruction the guards roped her limbs, pullingthe ropes tightly beneath the angled tree trunk and pinning the woman helplesslyas she lay.

The messenger stripped, peeling down his breeches to free his pulsingerection. He picked up a thick twig, snapped it to about six inches in lengthand forced one end up into the woman's anus. He laughed aloud as she wailingin pain, the jerking of her body and the nodding of her head a sure signthat the probe was hitting the desired spot. He stepped back and tapped atthe end of the twig with his crop to send conducted vibrations down the twigand deep up inside the woman's anus.

She screamed a most pitiful wailing as the excruciating pain torethrough her tender insides. That agony increased as the tapping became harderand faster. Her shoulders pulled back and her face was bright red and creasedin pain as she screamed for mercy from the severity of the pain inside her.

Harder he taped, chuckling maniacally as he worked, delighting inthe way her taut little buttocks gripped and released with each little shockwave of pain that was sent rushing through her. The messenger began pullingthe crop back further each time to increase the power of the blows, the woman'sfrantic screaming and tearing at her bonds fed his level of excitement topush it to the highest yet. Three taps on the very end of the twig drovethe stick deeper still up inside her and to send her into a series of bodyjerking convulsions that signalled her imminent blacking out.

The messenger paused, cast the crop aside and in one swift and brutaltug yanked the twig from her anus. He mounted the tree trunk behind her andslipped his cock up into her stretched pussy, pushing fully home and untilall of his cock was buried in her body. He began a hard thrusting into her,so hard that it jerked her body to scrape her clitoris on the hard, roughbark of the three and to maintain her wailing of pain as he shafted her brutally.Her soft breasts were crushed and rubbed, the nipples scraping likewise onthe hard trunk to further increase her suffering. He rode her furiously,slamming his hips hard against her buttocks to add to the scratching of hertender bud. With head up and back straight he rammed into her time and againbefore coming in torrents to fill her insides with his thick, warm sperm.

The messenger dismounted, his sadistic smile broadened as he motionedto the watching guards.

"Have her - all of you take your turn with the slut."

***

It was music to the messenger's ears. Boredom had begun to set inand he was idling his time away drinking and eating on the veranda of thecompound buildings. The guard ran across the square to break the news, hedrew to a halt panting and simply bursting to relate his message. It hadbeen expected and had been building steadily - the messenger had sensed it.Normally at about this stage of his strict regime being instigated therewas a rebellion of one sort or another and this presented a wonderful chanceto both enjoy himself and to further stamp his mark.

"A group of women had barricaded themselves in the dormitoryand were refusing to work and to comply with instructions," the guardannounced.

The messenger clapped his hands in delight, the challenge had beenset and he would rise to it in more ways than one. How he relished the opportunityto once and for all ensure that his authority was firmly stamped on the womenof the commune. The messenger rose from his seat and straightened himselfin readiness; he gripped his stiffening cock through his thin breeches andgroaned at the thought of the sport to come.

***

The messenger had stood back during the breaking down of the doorand the capture of the women objectors. That was the work of the guards hereasoned, his skills lay in disciplining the ringleaders of the subversiveforces. He watched as each naked and shackled woman was lead from the room,whipped cruelly on their way by the guard's multi-thonged lashes. Eight inall, he beamed his delight at the number of objectors for it was rare toencounter more than two or three at most.

The messenger then leaned close to the senior guard's ear and issuedhis instructions.

***

In the dust heat of the compound eight thick wooden stakes had beendriven into the ground. Each eight-feet tall and each set ten feet apart,the messenger's instructions had been precise and had been carried out tothe letter. The entire two hundred women had been assembled to witness theproceedings and stood in orderly rows awaiting the victims' arrival.

They crawled, on hands and knees in the dust, herded and lashed asthey scrambled frantically pass the watching women and to the centre of thecompound. The guards kicked and lashed them to urge them faster still, thesobbing women wailing their misery as their bodies were beaten en route.

One naked woman was chained to each of the posts, their arms pulledhigh up above their heads and dangling by the thick straps secured aroundtheir wrists. Their bodies faced the posts and their feet were clear of theground to add agonising discomfort and stretch to their entire bodies. Theyhung there before the whole of the gathered commune to receive their punishmentfor their open defiance of the messenger.

From 30 metres back the messenger readied his horse, he flicked thelong bullwhip out to the side and spurred his horse to a gallop. He shoutedmaniacally as he charged and leaned to the side to pull his arm back.

A loud gasp of horror came from the watching women as the whip struckthe body of the first woman. The horse charged past the post but the coilingleather bullwhip landed with added momentum and savagery. It cut across herbuttocks to slam her body hard against the thick wooden stake to knock theair from the woman's lungs. A broad red welt appeared instantly and the wetred smear it produced displayed the force of the blow administered. She faintedimmediately under the burning agony that was searing into her flesh, morethan body or mind could cope with. Her whole body slumped lifelessly to hangtwitching against the wooden stake.

The messenger turned his horse and charged again, he whooped his delightand then slashed the whip to coil around the next stake and to cut the whipcruelly across the woman's lower back. Again and again he turned and charged,striking each woman in turn with a savage and damaging blow of the heavywhip. When he was done he halted his horse and slid expertly down out ofthe saddle panting hard in his excitement. The messenger began his ceremonialundressing, slow and deliberate as always, unhurried and designed to furtherinstil fear.

Two of the eight women were still conscious and he selected the onethat he deemed to be the main ringleader. The woman was cut down and thrownroughly in the dirt at his feet. She grovelled there, her face pressed downonto the tip of his boots and her backside high in the air. Her whole bodyshook with great heaving sobs and her back bore the bloody mark of the whip.

"Crawl on your belly, slut witch," he commanded and steppedback.

The sobbing woman spread herself face down in the dust and began tomove in a snake-like belly crawl. Her entire body jolted as the thick whipslammed down on her back, She crawled on, her wailing screams added to thespectacle within the compound. Lash after lash stung at her body, her buttocks,back and the backs of her legs. Minutes of brutal agony passed for her beforeshe slipped into the welcome blackness of unconsciousness.

The messenger stood over her body, held his long cock out in readinessand shot his thick seed down onto her naked body. He wanked himself slowlyto eject every last drop of his come onto her in a display of his authorityover the witches.

"Lock the sluts up," he called to the guards, "theyhave more to suffer yet before they learn the full price of rebellion."

Ashen faced and silent, their heads hanging down, the gathered womenof the commune were led away to their tasks.

***

In the dungeon seven of the eight women were naked and had their wristsstrapped tightly behind their backs. Ball gags distorted their faces to grimacedyawning expressions. They were pulled up onto tiptoe by the thin threadstied around their nipples and stretched up to the rafters above. The women'sheads hung back in sullen defeat, the cramps in the legs and bodies addingto the difficulty of staying on their toes to ease the pull on their nipples.

All seven were in a line along one side of the cold damp dungeon andabout six feet out from the wall. Little muffled whimpers of pain and discomfortcame from them as the cramps tugged at their toes and their body weight droppedslightly to tear cruelly at their nipples.

The eighth woman was stretched out on a rack, spread-eagled with herarms and legs splayed, her limbs had been stretched to almost tearing pointand then held there under tension. Thick darning needles had been pushedthrough each of her tender nipples and the threads attached to them stretchedup and to the side to wrench her ample breasts apart. At her lower end herclitoris had been similarly pierced with a thick darning needle, the pullingthread tacked to the wooden frame of the rack between her feet. The woman'smouth gaped open in silent pleading and her eyes rolled in their socketsas the excruciating pain surged through her.

The messenger stood naked and erect next to the low rack, the thinclay pipe in his mouth and a broad smile on his face. His cock reared inexcited pleasure and pre-come oozed from the eyehole in the end. The tallman slipped the pipe out of his mouth and tipped it, spilling burning embersonto the woman's stomach to send her whole body into a series of rackingconvulsions. As her body moved the pull on the threads and needles increasedto tear cruelly at her most tender parts but still she could not find thevoice to scream.

The messenger amused himself, tapping at the taut threads to amplifythe woman's suffering. He flicked and twanged the tight strings to send herinto jerking spasms of the deepest agony. For almost five minutes he playedidly with the strings, increasing her pain and delighting in the way herbody reacted to it.

He tired of his game and moved to take up the crop; he positionedhimself at the end of the rack and levelled the crop to his side.

"Suffer those that dare to defy me," he announced loudlyand laughed and then swung in hard to swipe forcefully at the thread attachedto the woman's clitoris. He came at that moment; his come arcing up his ina long stream of ejaculation that portrayed his high level of arousal. Onlythen did the woman find her voice and screamed her agony to the ceiling.He mocked her, chuckling heartily as he moved around to repeat the processon her breasts.

***

Six of the rebel women were still stretched up on their toes withthe threads pulling hard at their nipples, the seventh had been cut downand was being prepared for her punishment. She knelt on the cold stone floorof the basement, her wrists still bound securely behind her but now her elbowshad also been roped. They were drawn in together behind her back to meetbetween her shoulder blades and to strain her shoulders and back most painfully.Her ankles were crossed one on top of the other and held fast by a wide encirclingleather strap. Straps over her knees pinioned her to the ringbolts set intothe floor and she knelt there whimpering softly in fear and unable to moveat all.

The messenger shifted the low bench in front of her and rested herample breasts on the top of the flat wooden surface. The thin threads stillattached to her nipples were pulled across its width and pulled tight beforebeing secured to maintain the tension on her buds. He laid a long plank ofwood on top of her breasts to sandwich them between the two hard wooden surfaces.The messenger chuckled from deep in his throat and then stepped up onto theend of the bench.

The woman wailed fearfully as he raised his booted foot and steppedfull weight onto the plank. The hard wooden plank pressed down with an unbearablepressure to flatten her soft orbs. She screamed non-stop as the laughingmessenger walked along the plank, her flattened breasts billowed out in alldirections under the terrific weight upon them. Her face was contorted ina mask of deep pain, her eyes bulged and she screamed like an animal withits leg snapped in the jaws of a gin trap. So great was the pressure exertedby his body weight that her nipples double in side and turned a deep blood-red,fluid leaked from the tips as her breasts were mercilessly squashed.

Back and forth the messenger strode on the plank, turning near theends before marching back down the length of it. He sprung in his stridesto bear down even harder and mocked her pained wailing and her pleas formercy. At length he tired of his game and jumped down off the bench, hisnaked cock bouncing and rearing in excitement. He took a long and broad leatherstrap, wound it several times around his right hand and pulled the arm back.

The smacking sound that the strap produced as it hit her body reverberatedaround the whole dungeon. A sadistically hard swipe that marked her fleshinstantly to leave a broad reddened stripe across her pale buttocks. He lashedagain at the blubbering woman, aiming at a different part of her presentedbackside to increase further her suffering. On the eighteenth last the womanslumped forward onto the bench her body heaving and close to fainting.

The messenger knelt behind her and forced his cock fully up into herpussy from behind. He muttered his satisfaction and began a slow pumpingof his thick shaft into her body. Both his hands reached out to her back,he dug his fingernails hard down into her flesh and then dragged his tensedfingers down her skin toward her backside. He clawed at her soft skin ashe fucked her hard, he whooped his delight loudly and rammed harder and fasterinto her as she screamed again in deep and continuing agony. With his headback and buttocks pumping to ram into her he ripped at her back in a sexuallyfed frenzy of rising orgasm. The messenger let out a low growl and stiffenedhis body and then emptied himself into the wailing woman's womb.

***

With two down and six to go the messenger took several hours break.The remaining rebels could wait and wonder what their fate would be; he sniggeredsardonically at that thought. Their suffering would be all the more acutefor the long and fearful wait that he was subjecting them to and that pleasedhim - very much.

He feasted and drank in plenty as three young naked sluts first dancedbefore the dining table and then engaged in various lesbian acts under hisdirection. He issued the instructions between gulping at his mugs of meadand delighting in the way the naked little whores did his bidding. The youngand terrified girls went against all their natural instincts, revolted andobviously disgusted at the things they were made to do but that simply addedto the excitement for him and he varied the acts accordingly. As an addedentertainment the messenger had the girls kneel on all fours in turn to becaned viscously by one of the other girls. He was pleasantly surprised bythe cruelty displayed by these young initiates and considered fucking allthree of the little sluts. He had however, to save himself for the remainingrebel women in the basement, for to punish them and not to coat or fill themwith his come would be unthinkable. He contented himself instead by havingone of the girls in turn to lie on the table in front of him and fingeredthe little bitch's cunt whilst the caning was carried out on the third. Hedefiled their arses too, using his knife handle and that of the fork to probeup inside their warm interiors as they grunted in pained discomfort. Thelittle blonde girl's pussy though was so sweet and inviting that he helpedhimself to a long and slow licking of the little slut's sex. He particularlyliked the way her little body reached when he bit hard on her clitoris andwas amazed at the power of her internal muscles as they gripped around histwo fingers up inside her pussy.

All three girls were soundly flogged and he enjoyed himself immenselyfeeling their warm and wet orifices in the process. It hardened his cocknicely for the coming sessions in the basement and this little prelude simplyheightened the wonderful feelings of anticipation for him.

His stomach now full and his thirst quenched the messenger stood andstretched, his rest was over and work still had to be done - in the dungeonbelow.

***

The bitch struggled and fought like a tigress, bucking her body andpulling against him as her turn came and she was cut down from the tensionof the nipple threads. Despite her wrists still bound behind her she wriggledbucked and tugged to pull free of his grasp. Her cramped and aching toesand feet made it difficult but she still tried to kick out at the messenger.It was a sad error on her part. A swift and powerful punch to her solar plexusstunned her and dropped her to her knees; all fight gone from her now. Sheknelt there on the stone floor silent and compliant as he bound her anklestogether.

The messenger was livid at her attempted attack on him, his angerclearly showed in his expression and yet his cock pulsed harder in responseto her resistance. He grabbed her hair and dragged on her knees over to thethick wooden stake and pressed the front of her body hard against it. Thickropes were wound around her waist and back to crush her front onto the roughwooden surface.

She knelt there, bound and helpless sobbing her little heart out ashe eased her breasts to the sides and around the thick post. Her eyes wereshut tightly and she didn't see the actions he was performing until the firstwave of pain tore through her body. She wailed a high-pitched screech ofdeep pain as the messenger hammered the nail through her right nipple topin her body to the wooden stake. She screamed frantically as on the otherside of the stake her other nipple received the same treatment and she waspierced through her tender buds to the wooden upright.

"Kick me now, you little whore," he shouted, spittle sprayingfrom his mouth as he vented his wild anger on her.

He began whipping her, with a savagery before unknown. He lashed hardand meaningfully with the wide leather strap to sting her entire back ina ferocious onslaught of pure sadism.

The girl couldn't move an inch, the burning agony in her nipples wasbad enough but the wicked lashing she was receiving was equally excruciating.She sobbed and wailed against the post as she received the rewards of bothbeing a rebel and for daring to strike out at the messenger.

He halted, his chest heaving and he gasped in air. His exertions andthe high excitement had combined to bring him to an all time high of sexualarousal. His great hand gripped her hair and yanked her head roughly aroundto face him. He pressed the head of his cock up under her nose and shot hiscome forcefully out of his hard cock. Spurt after spurt of his thick seedfilled her airways to cause the slut to gag and choke, the thick globulesrunning down into the back of her throat to add to her breathing difficulties.As he finished he began to laugh, mocking the sobbing woman that now lookeda pathetic snivelling wreck.

"Well, witch?" he gloated, "Will you try to inciteanother rebellion?"

"No, sire!" she blurted out quickly.

He leaned down close to her messed face and chuckled a low and menacinglaugh.

"I didn't think you would you worthless slut. When I remove thenails from your nipples and release you, I expect to see a most obedientservant in you. Will that be so, slut?"

"Yeeeees" she wailed between heavy sobs.

He straightened and stroked at his softening cock.

"Very well, slut, we will see. I will release you - but not untilmorning."

He laughed loudly, his deep booming laugh though drowned out by herpained screaming.

***

The Messenger strode quickly across the wide compound area, his armsoutstretched to the sides and his hands gripping the hair of the two littleslut rebels. One in each hand, his fingers bunched into tight fists to griptheir hair and to pull cruelly at their scalp. He dragged the young girls,pulling them along faster than they could stumble in their efforts to keepup and to ease agonising pull on their hair. He shook their heads and swungthem side to side as he walked briskly toward the garrison building.

Up the steps of the veranda he dragged the wailing girls and pausedbefore the big wooden door. In one great kick of his booted foot he slammedthe door open to crash back nosily against the wall. The messenger walkedin and shoved the wailing sluts forward to sprawl on the floor in the centreof the garrison mess room.

"I tire of these pathetic little whores," he announced andkicked at the buttocks of one of the girls as they lay cowering on the barefloorboards. "Use them for your entertainment tonight.

"The girls screamed as one as all thirty guards rushed to befirst, tearing frantically at their trousers to free their stiffening cocks.

***

"Three more rebel sluts to deal with and then I think my missionhere is almost completed."

The governor sighed heavily in relief at the news and some of thecolour came back to his cheeks. He sat back in his chair trying to containa smile and thanked God that the evildoer would soon be gone from his commune.Life since the man had arrived had been hell itself the governor felt. Theman's bad influence had spread throughout the community, why, even his wifehad become sexually withdrawn and his daughter most demanding in her ways.The sooner this man was gone the happier all would be and some sort of normalitycould return to their otherwise peaceful lives.

"How long will it take to deal with the...women?"

"The sluts," the messenger corrected firmly and stated withequal authority, "all women are sluts."

The governor didn't reply to that, he didn't want to mar the excellentnews of the morning. He instead changed track and tried approaching anotherand more delicate subject.

"Your strict punishments have reduced the number of women availablefor work, the production quotas set cannot possibly be achieved."

The messenger shrugged in disinterest and lit his clay pipe.

"So? The remaining sluts will have to work harder to make upfor it."

The governor leaned forward, his hands extended across the desk.

"But that isn't possible! They are close to exhaustion now."

The messenger stood and paced the room, his irritation at the continuingwhinging of the governor all too clear in his manner and expression. He halted,his expression set and his eyes blazing a silent challenge.

"The sluts work harder and the quotas set will be met - or youwill be replaced."

The governor's face paled and he fell silent. There would be onlyone penalty for dismissal and that he really did not wish to consider. Hesimply nodded and added his agreement solemnly.

"The quotas will be met."

The messenger turned on his heel and walked to the window.

"I thought you might see things my way," he mused sarcastically. "Now,what sport can we have this afternoon I wonder?"

***

In the dungeon, two of the three remaining rebel sluts were boundtogether; standing naked they faced each other. Thick ropes pulled theirbodies and legs in tightly to crush their breasts, nipple against nippleand pussy against pussy. The girl's arms were looped around the others bodyand tied at the wrists behind her partners back. Their lips almost touchedso close were their faces and the both panted in fearful anticipation oftheir punishment to come.

The leather strap that the messenger held in his hand was only abouttwo feet in length and about three inches wide. The hundreds of sewing pinspushed through it though made it a most fearful instrument for its intendeduse. The hundreds of tiny sharpened points protruded out of the leather toa length of about one inch and each glinted wickedly in the flickering lightof the blazing torches.

He moved around them slowly, lashing in hard with the leather strapto puncture the soft skin of their buttocks and backs in a hundred placesat one blow. On their hips and waists on their lower backs and on the roundsof their backsides he thrashed them soundly. The messenger was taken by thepretty pattern of blood spots that appeared on their skin after each lashand he found himself aiming to blows to vary the reddened design as muchas was possible. Their pained wailing was the real charge for him throughand he began a rotating system of first lashing at one of the girls, pushinghis cock up into her pussy, withdrawing and then moving around to the othergirl. It gave him perverse pleasure to slip his wet cock up into them inturn after it had been up the other's pussy to mix their body juices so brutally.

Around and around he moved, lashing the naked bodies and then forcinghis cock up them only to pull out and move around again. The warm feel oftheir pained bodies against him was a delight and their deep sobs shook theirbodies nicely to add to the satisfying sensation for him. The messenger startedto come up inside one of the young sluts and quickly moved around to theother, his cock jerking his sperm to push up inside the girl and to finishhis orgasm in a different pussy. It was immensely satisfying to him to achievethat and he moaned contentedly as his cock softened inside her. He leanedforward and kissed her back, his tongue lapping at the spots of blood asthe last of his come oozed out into her warm interior.

***

The last slut, the final rebel girl was to be made a lasting exampleof, an example that would remain firmly in the minds of all in the commune.She was pinned in the stocks in the middle of the compound, bent forwardat the waist with her arse and pussy exposed. Behind her and in an orderlyline was the whole of the male population of the commune, husbands, fiancéesand guards, in all they numbered close to one hundred.

The messenger handed the thin cane to the first man and issued hisinstructions.

"One hard stroke of the cane on her and then fuck her. When youhave finished, pass the cane to the next man and he will repeat your actionsand so on down the line."

The naked man stepped forward, hesitantly raised the cane and thenstruck; he moved in quickly to push his cock up inside the offered pussyand began pumping hard into her.

The messenger chuckled and called to a guard.

"Bring his wife to the front so that she may watch her man inpleasure."

He laughed aloud as the man grunted and came inside the girl to pullout and to slink away shame faced and fearing the wrath of his wife.

The pattern then was set, each wife or fiancé was brought closeto the scene to watch her man take his turn at caning and then fucking thebent over woman. Most sobbed and tried to look away but the hovering guardsensured that they watched every second of the spectacle.

By the time number thirty-two was rutting up into the woman the messengertired of the scene. He called the governor to him and they walked togetherback across the square, the woman's frantic wailing becoming more distantas they went.

As they entered the governor's office, the messenger stood back toallow his companion to go before him. As he stepped in to the quarters thegovernor was seized by the guards, his arms grasped tightly and pinned securelyto his sides to prevent any struggle should he choose to offer one.

The messenger pushed past and strode to the centre of the room, heturned to face the man, a broad and wicked smile creasing his face.

"You are replaced, " he announced gleefully, "by myloyal and senior guard. This commune needs a firm hand to control the womenand the production and that is not to be found in you."

The messenger moved close, his face close to the governor's and hespoke with a voice filled with hateful venom.

"You will serve a term of three years in the commune as one ofthe women and should the guards or any other of the men here choose to useyou..."

The messenger's head threw back and he laughed aloud. He turned, walkedto the table and pulled his breeches down around his ankles. He casuallypulled up a chair and sat, easing his thighs apart and shifting his hipsforward on the seat.

"Enjoy your stay - ex-governor," he taunted, "and tosend you on your way in style..."

The connecting door from the side room opened on cue and the governorshouted his pitiful protests loudly as both his wife and daughter entered- totally naked. Dutifully the wife climbed up onto the table and laid backwith her knees drawn up and her thighs parted. Her hairy open pussy on fulldisplay to all and offer ready for those that should choose to use it andher. The daughter knelt before the messenger's chair and grasped his rigidcock tenderly in her tiny hand. The young girl slipped her mouth over theend of his cock and began a noisy sucking as her father screamed his disgustand revulsion.

"I told you all women were sluts," the messenger said brightlyand then dipped his head to push his tongue deep up inside the wife's pussy.

He slurped noisily at her sex, muttering his delight at both the tasteand the wonderful warm young mouth working on his cock. He wriggled his tongueinside her as the wife bucked and writhed, her wailing not of pain but ofdeep sexual pleasure.

The girl slipped her other hand between his thighs and under his ballsand weighed them in the little palm, her long fingernails teasing close tothe entrance of his anus. She extended her middle finger to scratch lightlyat the ring of his anus and then began pushing the finger up inside him.

He came almost instantly, his hand gripping the daughter's hair andpulling her mouth further down onto his cock as he shot his load into theback of her throat. Thick globules of his come spilled out from between herlips and his cock to run down her chin and to drip onto her naked breasts.As he pulled out of her mouth the girl ran her tongue out and around herlips to lap at every last drop of his seed.

The messenger rested back smiling in triumph as the governor weptopenly in shame and humiliation at his wife and daughter's actions.

"Take the snivelling wretch away," he ordered the guardsand resumed his tasting of the wife's wet pussy.

***

The messenger sat on his horse where he had arrived, up on the riseand looking down and back at the commune. His favourite little blonde girl,the sweet, tiny creature that had warmed his bed and cock through each nightof his stay stood behind the horse. She wore a simple cotton shift to coverher otherwise naked body and her wrists were bound with rope, the long trailingend of the rope tied to the horn of the saddle. She would provide his entertainmentduring the coming night in the open and would surely suffer much in the courseof her duties. She would provide a pussy and body to be available to themessenger whenever he felt the need to fuck and whip her.

"Another message safely delivered," he mused aloud and laughed. "Onlyforty miles to the next commune in Tauntontown,I should be there by tomorrow at the latest."

The messenger sighed wistfully and posed the question to himself.

"I wonder if there are witches at work there also?"

He spurred his horse to a trot and laughed even more loudly as hesteered in the direction of Taunton .

THE END

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