"The True Pain of False Accusations"
by Civil Homicide
"Witch!"
"Adulterer!"
"Kill the witch!"
The trial had gone on for months. Citizen after citizen had come
forward, accusing the young woman of bewitching them into committing
lewd, lascivious acts. There were acts involving women with men, women
with women, men with men, and one odd accusation involving three men, a
goat, and a broomstick. That one even startled the numb, scared young
woman who was chained to the heavy defendant's chair.
At first the accusations, while indecent and malicious, were
known to go on in the shadows anyway. Most of those involved inciting
lustful looks and light petting between adolescents or otherwise
married adults. When the blacksmith was caught ogling the preacher's
wife, he called witchcraft. He did the same, as did she, when he was
caught with his head under her skirts.
As the trial progressed, the accusations became more numerous and
more lecherous. Of course, "for absolute clarity and judgment", the
judge would have the "victims" recall everything in explicit detail,
often having the women show the jury where on their persons something
had taken place. Sometimes he would even have them show the jury any
lingering marks from the encounter. The courtroom having been cleared
of all women, being considered too delicate to be subjected to
recollections of such vile behavior, crowds of "respectable" men would
stare in astonishment at bruises, bitemarks, and broken blood vessels.
A half dozen women had stood before the crowd, bared to the
waist, displaying their ill-handled breasts.
Two busty, bubbling blondes, known to be friends since birth, had
shown how they had been witched into removing the hair from their
nether regions before taking the clean flesh in each others mouths. To
the amazement of the room, when the exhibition showed the girls'
obvious arousal, they both began crying 'witchcraft' as they began
furiously masturbating. On the premise that disturbing either the witch
or her current victims would convince her to cause permanent damage,
the men gazed on as the girls pulled the rest of their clothing away
and proceeded to orally pleasure each other to the point of exhaustion.
The judge then called a recess to calm the spirits of the
audience, and a few men volunteered to carry the naked girls to a side
room so they could have some privacy as they dressed and recuperated
from the "attack". Another round of "witchery" then followed as all
that had entered the room had immediately stripped and fallen into a
shameful orgy. The judge having been present, as well as sufficient
witnesses, that only a brief mention was put on record, none of which
was brought up in open court. The fact that one girl had knelt with one
man taking her from behind as another fornicated with her mouth, while
the other had impaled her anus on the judge as his assistant had fisted
her, was left out. Also left out was the fact that all the men had
ejaculated on the girls' breasts and watched as they licked it from
each others' body.
The next morning it was reported that over twenty acts of
witchcraft had occurred over the night.
Incidents such as this continued until only the most depraved
were openly presented to the court, the minor ones simply included as
numbers.
Helen had begun to seriously wonder why they bothered to keep up
the pretense of witchcraft. She had been blindfolded, bound, gagged,
and sedated from the moment the constable broke into her home to arrest
her. Even if she had been a witch, her craft would have been severely
hindered by her being unconscious. The original accusation was
baseless, and those subsequent were just excuses for the village to
descend into debauchery. The only reason she had become the scapegoat
was because she had accidentally walked in on the preacher's wife and
two of the alter boys, who were in the midst of something Helen had not
even known was physically possible. Having no family left after a
sickness took her household, there was nobody to raise a defense for
her.
She pondered this as she was led up the stairs to the gallows.
The actual hanging was supposed to be the main even, but the torture
beforehand was expected to be a spectacle that brought every able man
to the town square. It appeared that a large group had even made the
long trek from a neighboring town. Once again, the women were declared
too delicate to bare witness, especially since this case had never been
considered by the courts who wrote the town charter. This meant that
the current ruling bodies could design their own punishment, and they
were known to be creative. And perverted. The end result ended in two
hundred men leering at her, shouting encouragement and ideas as Helen
was secured in place, stretched, partially suspended in a vertical
spread-eagle position.
"Witch Helen. You have been justly tried and convicted of heinous
acts of witchcraft against this village. Do you have any last words
before your sentence is carried out?"
The magistrate sneered his question as a collective snicker rose
from the crowd. Helen turned her head towards his direction and snorted
though the gag that still covered her mouth. In all this time, none had
questioned how she could defend herself, or plead guilty to get it over
with, while she was forcibly silenced. Her own civil defense had not
even bothered.
"The witch does neither deny nor repent! You have been sentenced
to a public spiritual cleansing according to your crimes, to be
followed by one lash per innocent victim whose life you tainted. Only
then will you be hung from the neck until you are dead."
With that, the magistrate stepped to one side and gestured for
the executioner to begin. A low cheer came from the crowd as the masked
man stepped close behind her, pressing himself tightly to her back. His
clear erection held against her small derriere, his rough hands moved
up her front. Making no effort to conceal his open groping, he gave her
breasts a hard squeeze before taking the fabric of her bodice and
ripping it open.
Continuing down, the large man rent the dress from her shaking
body, using a blood-spattered knife to cut the remains from her hands
and feet. As more of her was exposed, the volume of the cheers
increased, almost to a deafening level when the executioner paused to
fondle her thighs, buttocks, vulva, and breasts. When he took several
laps at her inner folds, and when he jiggled her breasts by her
nipples, even his own ears hurt.
Once she was completely nude, feeling unimaginably violated and
strangely excited, he drew a beam to the back of her thighs. Reaching
to one side of the recently modified structure, he slowly turned a
crank that spread her legs even further, and another that shifted her
upper portions down and back. By the time he was finished, she was
arched backward with her vaginal area on display.
The crowd had gone quiet in anticipation of Helen's gratuitous
humiliation, but buzzed as the barber strutted up the steps to his
commissioned task. Straddling her flat stomach, he took a hot, wet
sponge and moistened her, teasingly moving from her mound to her anus
in long strokes. Taking the proffered implements from his apprentice,
he covered the area in a thick lather, often spreading her wide to get
in the cracks. Using a straight razor, his professionally steady hands
stripped away the hair, lightly scraping over the sensitive points
along the inside of the labia and around her anus. To the delight of
the audience, upon declaring her fully shorn, he picked up the
remaining bucket of lukewarm water and poured it over her to rinse away
the remaining lather, leaving her dripping wet and shivering in the
breeze.
Her condition was not aided when he picked up two spare buckets
of ice water and doused her entire body, causing her skin to contract
and her nipples to visibly harden.
"The witch will now be cleansed for her crimes of fornication!"
Looking almost giddy, the blacksmith carried a table and a small
box onto the gallows. Setting the box on the table, he popped it open
and picked up a large metal object, a long, thick phallus with a
slightly rounded end. There were howls as he crouched next to the girl,
running the head up and down her exposed slit, the irregular surface
chafing the soft tissue. With a vicious grin, he plunged the phallus
into her, forcing it in until it bottomed out.
Even though the gag, her screams reverberated through the plaza
as her virginal blood was spilt, her dry channel torn raw.
The blacksmith waited patiently for the girl to cease her
shrieking, randomly tapping the metal that protruded from her, making
sure her tight muscles would hold it in place. Picking up another,
slightly smaller piece, he returned to his place beside her. With
another evil grin, he grabbed her cheeks and lifted her, moving his
head underneath and coarsely forcing his tongue into her rectum. A
heavy twitch passing through her body, she arched even more,
unintentionally allowing a better view to the crowd as the man removed
his tongue and replaced it with the second phallus.
Almost mercifully, when he thrust past her sphincter, he used
slow, periodic motions, pushing it in an inch at a time. As he did
this, he explained to the men that it would do no good to tear a hole
in her organs, as she could easily die from blood loss long before the
"cleansing" was completed.
Not that Helen would not prefer a quick death. Before being led
out of the jail, she had been given a thorough enema and force-fed a
strange compilation of herbs, which she soon realized had made her skin
hypersensitive while keeping her incredibly alert. As such, she was now
experiencing more pain than she had ever imagined, and was very aware
of every little detail of the physical nature of her punishment. She
was incapable of giving in to unconsciousness.
There was a look of awe on the faces of the men who were close
enough to see the details of what was being shown them. A complicated
looking bit, some of the handier recognized it as a miniature clamp,
which was now being attached to the girl's distended clitoris, having
been pulled harshly by the executioner so that the blacksmith could
fasten it with ease. Tightened as far as could be managed, the tip of
the clit had already begun to turn purple from the constricted blood
flow.
Once completed with that, there was mild applause as Helen was
set back to a vertical position, her lower area crudely warped by the
metal, ruined for any man who might have had plans for her before her
death had become eminent. Even with her face mostly concealed, the look
of excruciating pain on her face was plainly obvious as she tried to
gasp through the gag.
The look of pain was quickly combined with terror as the
blacksmith stepped behind her and bounced her breasts in his hands,
tugging and twisting the nipples to a further peak. Two more clamps
were then attached as her hoarse screeches resumed. Before collecting
his supplies, he bounced them a few more times for the crowd, the
clamps causing pain to jolt through her with every motion.
The look on the magistrate's face resembled that of a cat that
had been presented with a bowl of cream. His favorite part was up.
"The witch will now receive one lash for every innocent life she
tainted. Having accounted for every person who was presented as a
victim before the court, not adding in those who suffered multiple
times under your twisted mind, you will now receive fifty- six lashes.
May God have mercy upon your blackened soul."
Smirking at the open salivation of the magistrate as well as
some of the others in the crowd, the executioner held up his weapon of
choice: a three-tailed whip. Cheers sounded as he moved into place.
Raising his arm high, he waited for his call.
"ONE!"
CRACK
All three tails made contact with brutal accuracy, and the
incurred force caused the metals embedded and attached to jump. The
fresh pain ripped through her from each piece. Screaming had become a
thing of the past.
"TWO!"
CRACK
Again, there came the twitch. The whip had been chosen for this,
to cause as much pain with as little real damage. The tails were thick
and soft, the material set to not cut through the skin. With so many
lashes to be presented, it was preferred that it not be received on
bare muscle and bone after less than half. The real damage was meant to
be inflicted by the movement of the other implements.
"THREE!"
CRACK
After the motion was completed, the magistrate reached up and
removed the blindfold. Blinking against the light, Helen was
momentarily blinded. Ten or so lashes came down before she could
finally see everything. Once she did, a deep flush rushed over her.
With every crack of the whip, with every gut-wrenching ache, the men in
the crowd, the men who had watched her grow up, who had been friends of
her father's, now looked at her with absolute lust in their eyes. Some
of them looked downright hungry as each twitch caused her breasts to
jiggle, her thighs to try to clench.
One or two who stood close openly stared at the blood that
dripped from where her most delicate tissue had been destroyed. Where
her entrances were stretched obscenely around the metal, some of the
skin had begun to crack. When the magistrate tugged on the clamps on
her breasts or shook the one on her clit, many of the men would cheer.
When he forced the phalluses deeper into her body, to the point where
the one in her rectum was completely consumed, a few even boldly
offered to retrieve it for him. He just chuckled and clipped on a small
chain that had been built into the design.
Once the executioner had completed the forty-sixth lash, the
magistrate stopped him. Her back had begun to bleed freely. Helen's
relief was brief as it was declared that the remaining ten would fall
on her front. The absolute terror on her face incited a loud roar from
the audience.
When the whip first came down on her breasts and stomach, every
man counted aloud with the magistrate. As opposed to concentrating on
one area, everything except her face received at least one blow. She
could almost sing praises as the executioner prepared for the final
lash. However, with a bit of a flourish, he angled the whip from low to
high, all three tails landing on the shredded flesh of her labia and
anus.
Having lost all muscle control long ago, she barely noticed that
she was being drawn back into a reclined position, or that her gag was
being removed. The mild confusion as to why was replaced with
encouraging whoops as the town counsel surrounded her. The six men,
whose ages ranged from somewhat young to borderline ancient, had
removed their penises from their pants and were jerking them with
varying speeds.
As each climaxed, they aimed it directly at her upturned, lax
form. Twitching slightly as the sensation of the warm, sticky semen
landing on her skin, her hair, face, neck, and breasts were soon
coated. As soon they were all finished and had moved back, the
blacksmith called out that he would like his devices back now, they
were one of a kind.
Nodding, the magistrate gestured for him to come and get them.
Once again crouching next to Helen's prone form, he grasped the chain
that was attached to the phallus buried in her rear passage and jerked.
Stuck tight, it required four sharp tugs to fully release it. When it
finally came, he stuck a few fingers in and wiggled them around to show
how the hole remained wide open.
He next took hold of the piece protruding from her formerly
virgin tunnel and gave it one long, slow pull, blood and skin sticking
to the rough surface. This time, instead of a few fingers, he pushed
his entire fist into the gaping hole that remained.
In response to a few shouts, he stood and removed some of the
pressure from the clamp on her clitoris. With a mischievous look
towards the crowd, he took the mechanism in one hand and yanked.
The combined feeling of having her clitoris wrenched and the
return of circulation to the destroyed area brought Helen back to the
situation. Her throat having been ripped raw from the earlier screams,
a series of hoarse blats emerged from her mouth. A raised eyebrow to
the executioner, and she was shifted back to being vertical. The
strange sounds continued as he removed the clamps from her nipples in
the same manner.
Having finished, the blacksmith took a deep bow and gave her one
final loud smack across the buttocks.
At the final physical humiliation of the "witch", the audience
gazed in lust and amusement. They wanted it to be their hand falling on
the girl's tight behind, their semen covering her face and breasts as
if she had just sucked them off, their penises leaving her gaping open
like a well-used whore.
There was a disappointed groan as the noose was secured around
her neck, the bindings being removed to prevent them from interfering.
"The witch has been cleansed. She will now be hung from the neck
until she is dead."
For the crowd, it was over far too quick. With a passive
gesture, the magistrate gave the signal. The executioner pulled the
lever that released the trapdoor beneath her feet.
A single jerk from the impact, and Helen's neck snapped, killing
her instantly.
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"How did it go, husband?"
The blacksmith suppressed a smile as he slid into bed next to his
wife.
"Nothing particularly interesting, just a standard witch killing.
Now come here, you little vixen. There's something I've been meaning to
try "
His grin was hidden in the dark of the night as he pressed a
large metal object against her bottom.
The End
[Note: this story is protected by international copyright law,
all rights not expressly waived are reserved by its author.]
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