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The more he flogged her naked breasts, the hornier the landowner got by Damian

Witch hunt

The Abbot smiled and thought for a moment. He knew of the landowner’s interest in the girl and he knew too that the landowner was a generous donor to the abbey.
“Do you think it’s necessary? We could carry out some preliminary investigation ourselves.”
The landowner smiled.
“I’ll look forward to that,” he said.
“She can be arrested and tortured without being permanently harmed. It will be good for her soul. She seldom comes to church. It will encourage her and keep her on the true path. You can be there with a hood over your head and a veil over your face. In return, you will provide funds for the maintenance of the Abbey.”

The landowner smiled and agreed.

A week later Brenna found herself in the Abbey, tied to a wooden column and with her legs wide apart. To make it more discreet the Abbot had called a jailer from a nearby town to work on her.

Brenna’s lovely breasts were naked and defenseless. Her clitoris was fully exposed. At first when they tied her legs apart her cunt lips had stuck together and the jailer had carefully separated them.

The landowner stood next to her, watching as the jailer closed his pliers around one of Brenna’s nipples…
“Tell us the truth, witch! Do you walk with the Devil at night? Does he take the form of a goat?”
“NO! I have a goat! It’s my goat! Ask anyone in the village! I get him in from the fields at night!”

The jailer squeezed her nipple hard.
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
He squeezed the other nipple too…
“AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Well at least keep your filthy cocks out of my anus by Damian

Witch hunt

Sometimes the witches’ marks took the form of “witches’ teats”, two extra nipples which were interpreted as being for the devil to suck on. The Inquisition also looked for moles, warts and other marks on the skin. If there were none, they moved on to needles, which they poked into the victims looking for sensitive areas. This was called “pricking a witch”.

If no sensitive areas were found, torture was used, sometimes fatally. One method was to pour hot fat onto the woman’s body, including into her vagina.

King James liked to examine women in private. The Countess had been accused of witchcraft by a rival in the court and James ordered her to be stripped. There were no marks on her body, but a wild-eyed priest was insistent…

“But Your Majesty! You must see that she is a witch! Behold her naked breasts and her sinning vulva! Can you not feel the Evil One working inside you? Does your member not grow hard?”

King James had an erection but kept quiet about it. If it was the Devil’s work he did not want to admit it.

“No,” he said. “Perhaps you are mistaken. Jailers, take the Countess to the cells for the night and in the morning tell me what you have discovered.”

The jailers took her away. They tied her to a column with her arms above her head and they flogged her breasts with a riding crop…
SWIIISH!
SLAAAP!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”