"THE MESSENGER OF PAIN"

by

Jay Merson

(c) Copyright. Jay Merson. 2000.

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

***

Somerset , England , 1572.

At the top of the rise the man in black halted his horse and eased himself up in the saddle. He looked down to the fields below and the many women of the commune working there, his cock began to stir into life and a broad smile creased his wicked face. They, the naïve little bitches, would soon receive the message he carried for them, would they like it? He couldn't give a damn for receive it they would anyway. He began to laugh, his shoulders shaking as his mirth grew. With his cock now at full erection within his tight riding breeches he spurred his horse to a walk and began descending the slope toward them.

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

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

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

"Is it Judge Jeffrey's - the hanging judge?" one young girl asked her older companion.

The woman didn't look up and continued hoeing the soil.

"Worse I fear," she said in a voice that portrayed her deep nervousness, "that is the Messenger from hell."

***

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

The white painted shutters and a red tiled roof added to the charm and obvious wealth that abounded in this select building set apart from the rest of the commune. Neatly tended gardens and painted fence rails added a tranquil calmness to the place, one that was soon to be brutally shattered.

The woman was on the porch as he approached, a most handsome woman with a pretty face and long black hair piled up at the back and clipped in a bun at the back. The long flowing skirts couldn't disguise the neat shape of her body beneath as at the bust the material pulled under and over her chest to portray the size of her breasts beneath. She held her young daughter to her, a protective arm around the girl's shoulder and concern etched in her worried expression. That concern increased as the tall man dismounted at the edge of the porch and tethered his horse to the hitch rail.

"Do you recognise me woman?"

Her face was pale and her expression set, she clutched her daughter more tightly to her and nodded slowly.

"You are sent from the Chief Procurator."

"Correct," he said and walked up the steps, onto the porch. He paused to eye tem critically and then pushed past them into the house itself. The Messenger turned; eyeing the young daughter lustfully as the two women hesitantly followed him into the wide lounge and closed the door. He set the long black holdall down on the table and expanded his chest in a gesture of commanding authority.

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

"Oh God," the woman whimpered fearfully.

"And you know the price he must pay for that failure don't you?"

The woman nodded mournfully, crossed herself with her fingers and clutched her daughter to her side.

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

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

"And as you know," he chuckled, "failure always carries a price. That price you must now pay on behalf of your incompetent spouse."

The woman tried to usher her daughter away to safety but the tall man halted the girl, grasping her wrist and pulling her to him. Expertly, he bound the rope around her wrist, pulled both hands behind her back and bound them tightly together.

"How old are you, slut?"

"Just eighteen, yesterday in fact, sire" the girl blurted in her nervousness.

The Messenger growled his delight and pushed the girl to the side. He motioned with a hand that the mother was next and she moved forward passively with her wrists extended to be tied also. She was trembling, her hands shaking as the ropes were looped around her wrists and pulled tightly and knotted. Her expression was one of stunned bewilderment and fear, she couldn't object, the consequences for her husband should she, would be unthinkable.

With her wrists now bound in front of her the woman was led and then dragged pulling and struggling through to the bedroom. The sobbing daughter ran along behind in panic-stricken fear and concern. Roughly the mother was thrown down on the big bed to lie on her back whimpering in fear as the Messenger secured the rope to the head of the bed. He tied her ankles also, pulling her feet wide apart before securing the ropes to the legs of the bed.

The daughter was sobbing lightly and fearfully as he pushed her to the side wall and bound her hands to the door handle to render her immovable and helpless. A reluctant viewer of the scene unfolding, she could do nothing but watch from her roped prison against the strong door.

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

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

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

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

The Messenger began, grasping the woman's clothing at the front and ripping it roughly from her body. He laughed aloud at her screamed protests as first her dress and then her bodice, her under garments and then her final vestige of modesty covering her sex were ripped from her. He then forced several pillows up under her backside to push her hips and hairy mons high above the rest of her body and allowed himself a fumbled feel of the black hairy mound now presented to him. She was naked and bound, stretched and offered helpless as she sobbed her misery and begged to be spared. An ungainly position that pulled her thighs wide and showed her sex in full and unhindered offering of crude and blatant sexual display.

His cock stuck out hard in erection, twitching in excited arousal and in expectation of the pleasure to come. His ball sac was full and firm, his sperm filling the hard sac and ready to explode with a force that would portray his high level of need to expel it. The Messenger moved to the daughter, standing in front of her now smiling broadly and gloating his power and command over her.

"So sweet and innocent," he muttered gleefully.

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

His head threw back and he laughed aloud.

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

He ripped and pulled, tugged and tore until her fresh youthful body was displayed naked and shamed. Her cute little breasts jutted out from her chest and the under developed nipples, rosy pink and puckered looked wonderfully desirable in their innocence. Between her legs a wispy coating of dark hair covered her mound to contrast against the pale skin of her thighs and belly.

The young girl sobbed as he felt and kissed at her tits, sucking on the nipples and moaning his pleasure at the warm vibrant feel of the young girl. His long tongue lapped and slid over her firm mounds in a greedy tasting of her youthful body. She stood naked and passively as he felt and touched her, her shoulders and slight frame shaking as she sobbed her shame and misery under his lecherous groping.

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

For many minutes his hands roamed all over her body, her hips and thighs, her waist, her breasts and pussy. He allowed himself a long grope of her taut buttocks, slipping his finger down the tight cleft between them before breaking away and returning his attentions to the protesting mother.

The Messenger opened his holdall and pulled out a short thick cane, it was of highly polished ash with a thicker handle bound in leather. He weighed the cane menacingly as he walked to the side of the bed and positioned himself. He rested the cane across the mound of the woman's mons and sniggered at the way she cringed and withdrew as much as she could within her restraining bonds.

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

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

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

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

He forced his cock up inside the woman's bruised pussy, ramming it home until all of it was inside her body and his pubic arch was pressing hard against her clitoris. He allowed himself three long and slow strokes before pulling out of her. The Messenger then pressed the head of his cock against her anus and pressed in, pushing his cock fully up inside the screaming woman's rectum and defiling her most secret of places. He rested there gloating, absorbing the sensations of her warm pulsing body around his hard cock, the fear and pain etched in her expression a bonus to the wonderful feel of her. The sobs racking her body brought delightful gripping sensations around his cock as her internal muscles clamped and relaxed in a wonderful rhythmic pulsing of sheer pleasure. Six hard lunges he gave her before pulling out and resting back on his heels, his wet and slippery cock glinting in the daylight pouring in through the window.

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

To the frantic thrashing and screaming of the woman the Messenger dismounted from the bed and freed the naked daughter from the door handle. He pushed the sobbing girl face down on top of her mother, crushing her, breasts to breasts and mons against mons, and then he knelt between the open thighs again. His cock reared in high excitement as he pressed the head into the moist pink folds of the daughter's inner lips, her warm young body a true delight to be in contact with.

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

The girl bucked and screamed as he rammed painfully up inside her tender interior, his great length and thickness ripping at her previously unexplored insides. Her back arched to press her stomach harder down onto her mother and her head threw back as the burning pain in her insides burned through her.

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

The girl wailed pitifully as he forced his cock up her arse, ramming it hard and fully up her tight little tunnel to send her whole body into a series of racking spasms, spasms of pain that added a delightful dimension of sensations for him. Gripping the young girl's hips he fucked her hard, ramming into her body to grind her naked body down onto that of her mother beneath. He arched his back and held his head high as he rammed into the girl to defile her secret orifice, the tightness of her around him a delight not often experienced in one so young.

It was most satisfying to him that the young girl gagged and vomited as he emptied himself up inside her. He pulled back hard on her hips as his cock jerked inside her to spill his hot seed deep into her soft interior. As he pulled out of her he slapped her presented and ripped backside playfully.

"A most satisfying fuck you have provided me with," he announced loudly. "I will visit you again before my visit is finished."

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Flogged them, two of the ringleaders have been flogged and to no effect. They continue in their obstinate defiance of me."

The stranger swung his feet to the floor and stood, he walked to the window and looked down into the courtyard below.

"How many women do you have here and what are their ages?"

"Two hundred in all plus some with their husbands or fiancées. All are outcasts or criminals of one type or another and sent here for varying lengths of sentence. Ages are from eighteen to twenty-nine but we have five older ones in their early thirties."

The stranger felt his cock stir and stiffen, his balls were full and aching, the time was coming when he would again cleanse the female flesh and inject his pure seed into the wanton bodies of these disobedient sluts. He turned to face into the room.

"In ten months you have flogged just two women?"

"As an example to the others - yes."

The stranger huffed in derision.

"Your guards carry whips but do not use them and your women prisoners work fully clothed."

The governor looked shocked.

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

The stranger gave a mocking laugh.

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

The stranger strode back and forth, the hard heels of his long riding boots echoing loudly on the bare floorboards.

"Do you use them to sate your sexual needs?"

The governor stood abruptly.

"Most certainly not! I am a gentleman and..."

"An ineffective governor," the stranger interrupted and sat down once again.

The governor remained silent.

"I want a whipping post erected in the courtyard below, also a 'T' frame and a set of stocks. These will be made and installed overnight and will be of the most solid of constructions."

The governor made to object but checked himself and simply nodded.

The stranger continued.

"You will refer to me as 'The Messenger' during my stay here. I will bathe now and then will inspect some of your idle sluts during their work. Bring me one young slut to question during my bathing, I'd like to begin my investigations immediately."

He stretched himself lazily.

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

***

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

The girl was young, exceedingly so, she held her head down and looked at the floor as she was ushered in and shuffled forward with ankle chains rattling to stand at the foot of the bath. Her youth shone through, the innocence and the soft complexion portraying her few years despite the shapely swell of her bust as her dress pulled in under it. The shape of her body, the stage of development it was at showed clearly that she was a full woman in every sense of the word.

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

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

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

"Do it," he hissed venomously.

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

The Messenger groaned in delight and shifted his hips, the tip of his erect cock jutting up through the soapy water. He gripped his stiff rod below the water and squeezed it in luxuriously slow gripping actions that displayed his arousal. It pleased him that the girl flushed red and closed her eyes, she would see all soon enough and for now simply flaunting himself at her innocence was pleasure enough.

"Raise your skirt girl and show me your knees."

She gasped in shock at the very suggestion and shook her head slowly. No woman, no decent woman that is, would show even her ankle much less her lower leg.

The Messenger remained calm and silent. He sat up and then stood, his naked body fully displayed and his long cock jutting out from his black thatch of pubic hair. He made much of towelling himself dry, of rubbing between his legs and of patting his stiff cock dry too. He circled the girl menacingly in slow and deliberate strides designed to instil uncertainty and fear. Naked and aroused he moved behind her and raised the crop.

"You will obey me," he stated coldly.

The girl whimpered softly and then screamed as the crop cut hard down across the tender top of her shoulder. So hard was the lash that her knees buckled and she fought to retain her balance.

"Obey," he repeated.

She did not and yelped again as the crop stung at her other shoulder. She began to sob and then stooped to gather her long skirt at the front and to pull it hesitantly upward. Inch by inch she lifted the hem and stood crying openly as she offered her knees for the Messenger's inspection.

He walked around to her front and stood triumphantly ogling her shapely legs.

"Higher," he demanded.

She looked up fleetingly and then clamped her eyes shut tight; the girl reluctantly pulled the hem of her dress up to the middle of her thighs. Her white stockings and the pink garters holding them looked cute and inviting against the pale flesh above them, sweet innocence that only a girl as young as this could possess. Her hands trembled and her shoulders shook, as she stood humiliated before the naked man.

"Higher still," he commanded, his voice thick with arousal.

She whimpered and shook her head slowly.

The response was instant and swift, he lashed at the soft upper part of her left arm, a savage blow that caused her body to jolt and her head to throw back as she screamed.

The Messenger grabbed the front of her skirt and hoisted it high, laughing maniacally as he ogled her white silky breeches.

"Oh yes!" he stated emphatically as she sobbed her misery, "what delights you hide beneath your skirts. But no more from me - undress you little whore!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Who are the witches of the commune?"

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

She wailed a pitiful and agonised gurgling as the crop cut down three more times, once on her back and twice on her buttocks. The girl fell forward onto her hands and knees, her pert little buttocks presented so temptingly and her back arched.

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

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

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

The Messenger gripped her narrow hips and pressed his cock flat against the firm cleft of her buttocks, pulling her hard back to prevent her movements. He groaned loudly in appreciation of the warm youthful body against his cock and moaned constantly as he pulled her harder back on to himself. In one deft shift of his hips he pulled back to locate the head of his cock in the entrance of her tight little pussy and pushed fully up inside her in one great thrust.

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

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

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

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

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

***

In the fields surrounding the commune the sun beat down relentlessly on the workingwomen. They laboured harder still as the Messenger approached the group, flanked by two guards carrying multi-stranded leather whips menacingly in their hands.

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

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

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

The Messenger paused and turned, he pointed to a young girl with the riding crop.

"You! What is your name?"

"Rosemary, sire," she answered fearfully.

He walked over to her, halting just inches from her front.

"And are you one of the witches, pretty Rosemary?"

"Witches, sire?"

He lashed her across the breasts with such force that the girl was thrown back and stumbled, she fell onto her back in the dirt clutching protectively at her burning breasts.

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

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

He began to laugh and strode off, the sinister chuckling trailing after him and was audible long after he had reached the edge of the field.

***

The young girl fought and struggled against the hold of the two beefy guards as they dragged into the Messenger's bedchamber. She was naked save for the small loincloth around her hips, the hem of which barely covered her crotch and finished high up on her slender thighs. The petite brunette stood passively before the end of the Messenger's bed, his presence seemingly adding the calming factor to her efforts to free herself from the guards. Her wrists were bound behind her back and the usual short chain shackled her ankles, she stood with head down and her naked chest heaving as she awaited the Messenger's pleasure. The perfectly formed orbs of her breasts were in perfect symmetry and in good proportion to the rest of her slim body. Her rosy pink nipples were a delight to behold as they jutted out in firmness from her neat breasts. Fully developed yet holding a certain innocence, the breasts and nipples of this girl were temptation itself.

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

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

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

The girl's head flicked up, her expression one of shocked horror.

"Do as I say bitch or suffer for your disobedience."

The girl did not move forward, she instead backed fearfully away, shaking her head in denial that he could even suggest such a disgusting act.

The Messenger moved swiftly, swinging his legs around and to the floor, in two long strides he was at her side, his great fist gripping and bunching in her long hair. He twisted and screwed his fist around until the girl yelped in pain and rose onto tiptoe to try to ease the strain on her burning scalp. Her head was pulled back to arch her body and to push her chest out. His free hand covered one of her sweet breasts and kneaded the firm orb greedily. The Messenger's bony fingers caressed and stroked, the finger and thumb trapping the hard bud of her nipple to squeeze and to pull it painfully.

"You will kiss and suck my cock, you whore," he stated firmly.

"No sire," she uttered defiantly, "I will not."

She screamed and dropped to her knees as the tug on her hair bore downward, her face now close to the end of his throbbing cock. She eyed the pulsing member fearfully and whimpered at the very thought of complying with his demands.

"Suck it," he demanded.

The girl shook her head slowly, cringing as the pain in her scalp burned harder under even that slight movement.

The Messenger pressed his hard cock against her tightly closed lips, the great head leaking pre-lubrication that smeared over her full lips.

"Suck, you little whore!"

She remained defiant, clamping her lips even more tightly to prevent him access to her mouth. The girl screamed as he hoisted her by the hair to her feet. In a mind-blurring whirl of confusion she was spun around several times and pitched forward and face down over the end of the bed. She remained there sobbing, her feet on the floor and her face pressed down onto the bed with her buttocks presented high in the air. Unable to do anything expect stand, her hands bound behind her back and her feet planted as wide apart as the ankles chains would allow, she was helpless in that position.

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

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

"You will suck my cock," he repeated.

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

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

Her whole body bucked and reared under the savage impact. Her head and shoulders lifted and her legs braced as her entire body tensed. It took several seconds for her to scream and when she did it was the pained wailing of an animal hurt. The pitiful wailing echoed around the otherwise silent room and her body began to convulse. Her breasts and shoulders shook as the deep burning pain seeped into her body and she gagged as the nausea began to rise in her throat. As she relaxed her face slumped forward again to bury back into the bedclothes and to muffle her screams.

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

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

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

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

She received more though; three spiteful and harsh lashes of the thongs before the Messenger paused. He was panting hard, his hard cock twitching in pulsing excitement at the mistreatment of the little slut.

"Suck me, bitch," he restated firmly.

She was silent and he struck again, this time to the backs of her thighs and then again at the tender parts of the backs of her knees.

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

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

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

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

Her mouth worked on him in a pain fed and crazed sucking designed to please and to end her torture. She slurped noisily on his cock, forcing her head down to take most of his member into her soft wet cavern. The urgency of her sucking increased with each cruel lash of the strands on her buttocks and open pussy. Her head bobbed in a frantic drive to get him to come and to bring to an end the searing pain being given to her sex.

Her head recoiled and she gagged as the first warm spurts of his come shot deep into the back of her throat. The move was checked however by his grip on her hair that held her head steady as he jerked his hips to pump his seed into her. Thick globules of his come oozed out from between his shaft and her lips to dribble down her chin and onto the bedclothes. When he was finished with her he pushed her roughly aside, to propel her little body to crumple in a heap on the floor.

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

He chuckled heartily at her renewed sobbing and added as a sneer, "your tight little arse needs stretching too."

At that the girl began to wail and sob even louder in her misery.

***

Dawn saw all of the women and men of the commune gathered in the large open area of the courtyard. The husbands and fiancés were separated as was usual and the ranks of women flanked the flogging post and other apparatus erected during the previous day and night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again he lashed at her and then again, the whip cutting at the flesh on her back to leave thin red tramlines of vivid redness on her pale skin. He was hard, his cock stiff within his breeches and pulsing its need in his wild excitement. More he lashed her, cruel and stinging blows that cut now across her rounded buttocks and the tops of her thighs. He paused in his thrashing of her only when the girl slumped exhausted against her bonds. Her back and buttocks were criss-crossed by red lines and broken skin that trickled her blood, bearing testimony to the savagery of her beating.

The Messenger moved in on her, throwing the whip aside and pulling down the front of his breeches. He advanced on her, jutting his hips outward to offer his long stiff cock for the benefit of the many watching women. Their disgusted gasps delighted him and he offered his cock to his audience with the greatest of pride.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

"But your methods..."

"Are effective and working already, unlike those you employed for so long to bring failure and shame on the commune - and to the lord procurator."

The Messenger stood at his favourite place by the window, looking down onto the three naked women bound to the wooden frameworks in the compound below. His cock stirred into life at the sight of the one bent over in the stocks. Her slim thighs were pulled wide apart and tied at the ankles, the shapely limbs tensed in stress and looking delightfully tempting. The swell of her presented buttocks too offered a cock-twitching sight that simply invited both thrashing and a stiff cock driven hard up between them.

"But the beatings and the sexual aspect..."

"Are all part of subduing the women and keeping rebellion at bay."

The Messenger turned and rested back against the window frame.

"Does your wife obey you?"

The governor looked up questioningly.

"Why yes of course she does."

The Messenger smiled wryly.

"Why?"

"Because I am her husband."

The Messenger laughed.

"She obeys because she is in fear and will comply when you wish to use her body, because men with a firm hand rule over women and always will."

"I respect my wife," the governor countered.

"But she still fucks when you want to use her."

The governor stood up.

"We are not discussing my wife here but the women of the commune."

The Messenger smiled and turned back to the window.

"All women are sluts," he said and then lowered his voice and muttered softly, "Your wife and daughter included."

He began to chuckle, a low and pleasure filled laughter that grew in intensity and volume as the governor walked out slamming the door hard behind him.

***

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

The women now worked almost naked, they wore only the skimpy loincloths around their hips but split at the sides as they were, the cloths hid little of the slender hips and thighs beneath. The Messenger delighted in the array of slim naked bodies as the women toiled. The way their breasts giggled and bounced as they worked but best of all was the taut muscles in their thighs that seemed to tense and relax in an erotic dance of sexual beckoning to him. He could just visualise some of those wonderfully powerful thighs wrapped around his head, crushing his ears as he licked their pussies. The way those bodies would buck and writhe as he nibbled at their clitorises and fingered their delightfully tight arses. He felt the surges of sexual excitement beginning to pump down into his loins to swell his ball sac and stiffen his cock.

That morning he chose a more mature woman, a black raven-haired slut with olive skin and deep, dark flashing eyes. Judging by the body hair under her armpits and on her forearms her pussy would be a veritable jungle he thought. Hairy pussies were a particular favourite of his, the longer and thicker the hair around their sweet little sexes the better he liked it.

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

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

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

She didn't move.

The lash came so fast that the other women gasped in shock, the long whip struck across the shoulder of the olive-skinned woman and curled up and around to bite cruelly at her right breast. She flinched and bit her lip but stood as she had been, silent and defiant despite the pain.

"Help her to comply," the Messenger ordered the guards.

The woman fought, kicked and punched as much as she could as the four guards grabbed her and removed the loincloth and her little panties. The jet-black bush of hair nestling between her thighs was truly amazing and the Messenger eyed it lustfully as it became exposed. The thick mat of hair not only covered her entire pussy and lips but reached down the insides of her thighs and up almost to her navel.

"A fiery one for sure you are, slut," he announced and leaned down to stroke at her lean shoulder.

She spat in his face and uttered a string of curses.

His response was swift and yet menacingly calm.

"Unshackle her feet and set the bitch running," he ordered the guards.

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

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

The guards needed no second telling, they shouted and cheered their delight as they chased after the fleeing woman. The four big men pounded after her in a state of high sexual arousal and determined to carry out their orders. Each trying to out-run the other to be first to take the prize.

Whilst the chase went on the Messenger turned to a small redheaded girl and pointed the handle of the whip at her.

"Strip naked, girl."

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

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

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

The young girl cried out as his cock penetrated her virgin pussy and her hymen broke. Her hands gripped the horn of the saddle and she sucked in air to feed the burning pain inside her body. His great length was buried up inside her and she experienced the feel of a cock inside her for the very first time. Her pained expression and the way she was tensed added to her discomfort and fear as her little body adjusted to the huge throbbing invader of her pussy.

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

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

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

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

The free end of the rope was passed to the Messenger and looped around the horn of the saddle. He turned the horse and spurred it to a gallop; the olive-skinned woman was then jerked and pulled behind him by the wrists. The woman ran fast to keep up but stumbled, falling onto her front to be dragged behind the horse over the rough ploughed field. He laughed aloud, his free hand circling the girl on his lap to cup her breasts as his cock began to stiffen again inside her body. He whipped the horse some more and moaned his pleasure as his cock attained full hardness again inside the wet warm cavern of the redhead's pussy. The long ride to the compound was pleasure for him and hell for the woman being dragged but did he care? Not a bit, she was after all, simply a woman.

***

The woman was about twenty-eight years old with mousy hair and a pretty face. She was naked and tied down on the top of the wooden table in the governor's quarters. Her arms were pulled back and to the sides, the ends of the ropes secured to the legs of the table and her ankles similarly bound at the other end of the long table.

"You are a witch, slut, admit it."

"No sire, not I. For I am no witch."

"Yes," he stated and tipped the lighted candle.

The woman screamed as the drip of hot wax fell onto her naked breast, the deep burning penetrating down into her very soul it seemed. Her screaming continued as the wax cooled and formed into a hard white crust. Slowly and in his usual precise movements the messenger tipped the candle again. A second drip fell on the tender skin between her breasts to send her into wild bucking of her body as the burning heat seared into her delicate skin.

"Yes," the Messenger stated.

"No!" the woman wailed.

She screamed again as the next drip of hot wax hit full on her right nipple to send her whole body into violent spasms as she fought the pain and struggled against her bonds. Her hips bucked upward and her back arched, her head and shoulders strained forward against her restraints and her face creased in terrified agony. Again a drip fell to coat her left nipple, the searing pain sending her into yet another body jerking series of convulsions.

"Yes, a witch," the Messenger stated evenly.

"No! No!"

The screaming stopped as the next drip fell on her stomach just below her breasts. She tensed and gasped as the next drip travelled a little lower down. Her struggling became frantic, her head thrashing from side to side as the next drip hit on her navel and she realised its intended path and final goal.

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

The next drip hit just above her mons, on the rise of her mound close to her clitoris to matt in the thick curls of her pubic hair.

"Please," she begged, "Please no."

The woman bucked anew and writhed in agony as the hot wax dripped onto her tender bud of a clitoris. Her thighs clamped in tension and her back arched off the table. Her scream reverberated around the room as the burning pain bit at her tender flesh.

"Talk, witch."

"No, not a witch."

She screamed again as the drip of wax fell into the soft pink folds of her inner pussy lips and then again as the next fell close to her anus and trickled down the crease of her arse.

"Well, witch?" the Messenger sneered.

"Yes! A witch, I am a witch but please just stop!"

Satisfied, the Messenger lowered the candle, bringing the flame close to her erect clitoris. The heat transmitted over to singe the pulsing bud.

"Witches must suffer for their evil doings."

Her whole body bucked, her wrists wriggling within the restraining ropes in a vane effort to gain her release. Her knees quivered in reaction to the agonising heat on her tender parts and her mound and buttocks tried to shrink back from the pain.

"God haven't I suffered enough?" she pleaded.

He laughed, a loud and mocking laugh.

"Not by half, slut. Your pain has only just begun."

He put the candle aside and selected the birch. He weighed the instrument in his right hand and stroked luxuriously at his stiff cock with the other. The thin knobbly twigs of the bunch of birch were securely tied to the wooden handle, like a besom broom in miniature it was both hard yet giving in its construction. It was a most savage of instruments to be used on the human body and on soft tender flesh such as hers - sheer and unadulterated agony.

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

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

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

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

The Messenger moved around to the end of the table and pushed his erect cock up into the lifeless pussy of the woman. He grunted and came, spurting his seed into the reddened pussy lips and then withdrawing to shoot powerful spurts of his seed up and onto her stomach.

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

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

***

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

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

"Have you learned some manners, witch?"

She cursed him and struggled within her wooden prison to show her continuing contempt for him.

The Messenger worked to loop the thin threads and to attach them, one to each of her firm nipples. He added heavy rocks to the other ends and allowed the weights to dangle down free beneath her body.

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

"First you will learn to respect me. Secondly you will admit to being the witch that you are."

"Go to hell," she hissed through clenched teeth.

He worked silently to force the thick leather dildo up into her pussy from behind. The thick shaft, stitched and sewn was hard against her tender insides as the wide shaft stretched her pussy lips to grip tightly around the huge phallus. Once full rammed up inside her the Messenger eased a thin stick into her anus, pushing it far up inside her tight tunnel to draw grunts of discomfort from the pinioned woman. Once all was set the Messenger moved around to the front of the stocks and positioned himself close to her lowered mouth. He freed his cock and pressed the velvety head against the lips of her mouth.

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

She clamped her mouth tightly and mumbled her refusal.

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

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

Again he swung down and then again, increasing the power of each last so as to inflict the maximum pain on the screaming woman. Ten hard lashes he laid on her before pausing to gloat.

"Will you suck me now, bitch, or do you wish to suffer more?"

Her lips loosened and she kissed the tip of his throbbing cock in humble defeat.

"Lick it, slut. Lick it as would a cat that wants its cream."

He groaned as her soft wet tongue licked across the tip, curling and circling the head of his cock in a desperate effort to please. Her tongue worked with a natural ease to tease and to delight. The Messenger pressed in, forcing just the head of his pulsing cock between the full red lips of the sobbing woman. He came, spurting his thick seed into her mouth and over her face as she recoiled slightly in disgust. The Messenger grunted loudly with each spurt that shot up her nose and into her eyes in excited jerks of powerful ejaculation. Using his hand he wanked every last drop of his seed from his cock, savouring the whimpering of the woman as the thick globules of his cock trickled down over her face and into her mouth.

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

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

***

The little slut brought to his bedchamber for the night was a true delight. Young, so very young looking with the face and hair of an angel and the body of a saint was how the Messenger viewed her. She was small and petite, no more than five feet tall and her slim body and breasts in perfect proportions. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled innocence and child-like simplicity in her views of the world. Despite her nakedness she held a charming confidence about her, an eagerness to please and to be subservient.

"Walk for me child," the Messenger instructed as he undressed.

He watched as the little girl strode back and forth across the room, her little breasts bouncing delightfully and her slender thighs moving with a tantalising ease and grace. She walked almost on tiptoe in a flowing and erotic motion of sheer temptation and the way her firm little buttocks jutted out in hard roundness brought his cock to instant erection.

"Squat, face me and squat, I want to see your pussy."

The little girl complied, parting her knees and then lowering her backside down onto her heels to display her sex unhindered. The sweet little pussy lips parted to show a bright pink gash of her moist inner lips that brought a blob of pre-come oozing from the Messenger's cock. Her little hard bud of a clitoris jutted out from the top of her opened pussy lips to add to the most tempting of sights. It looked so clean and untouched, so sweet and perfect in it presentation, a pussy that only one so young could possess.

"Stand, face away from me and place your hands on the floor."

Without hesitation the girl did as she was bid, presenting her back and bending at the waist. She naturally shifted her feet apart and spread her thighs. Her little gash was fully displayed between her slender little thighs and the tight cleft of her buttocks clearly showed the little bud of her arse hole in all its glory. She was a true delight, a perfect woman in miniature and one that sent the messenger's pulses racing at an all-time high. His cock throbbed so much it almost hurt, never had he felt so aroused by a naked girl and he had seen and fucked many. This little angel was truly heaven sent and he intended to savour the delights she offered to the full.

The Messenger approached her from behind, gripping her narrow hips and pulling her firm little buttocks hard back against his throbbing cock. He let out a low groan and growled at the feel of the warm little body against him. He pulled her back harder onto him and rubbed his hard length down the crease of her tight little buttocks.

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

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

"Pain is mine to give and yours to receive," he stated coldly and located the head of his cock at the entrance to her little pussy.

He pulled back on her hair as he forced up inside her, groaning loudly at the tight feel of her body around his great cock. Her little gasps of discomfort and fear added to his excitement as he thrust far up inside her little body and began a frantic pounding into her pussy. Fast and hard he rode the little girl, lunging full power to slam hard against her slight frame. Mid-way through his fucking he paused and withdrew, shifting his hips to press the head of his cock against the tight little entrance to her anus.

"Oh God," she whimpered fearfully and tensed her whole body. The little girl screamed as he pushed in, his great girth splitting the little ring of muscles easily apart as he forced up inside her.

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Has he now?"

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

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

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

The governor rose to his feet and summoned the guard. Before he could issue the full instruction the Messenger spoke again.

"And bring his slut wife here too."

As he looked down into the courtyard the Messenger's shoulders began to shake, the laughter rising within him came spilling out in a low and evil chuckle that by now was well known in the whole of the commune.

***

The husband was bound hand and foot and stood at the side of the room near the door. He was gagged and his eyes locked wide open in horror as his naked wife was ushered into the room.

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

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

He moved close to her and with both hands began caressing and stroking the woman's breasts. The Messenger made much of pulling and tweaking her nipples and moaning his pleasure loudly as he did so, his bony fingers kneading hard at the soft rounded orbs of her breasts. The frantic struggling and muffled protest of the husband simply added to the thrill of the actions. He kissed and then sucked on the firm jutting buds, slurping noisily and grunting his delight. He licked and kissed her breasts and nipples, moaning his pleasure loudly as he covered every inch of the swelling orbs.

"See how your slut wife enjoys another man's mouth on her?"

"No!" the woman cried out, "I don't like it nor want it."

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

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

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

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

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

"See!" the Messenger said excitedly, "see how her nipples stiffen in arousal and her clitoris hardens in desire. She wants my cock, she silently urges me to push it up into her. Your wife is a wanton slut and a witch also I think."

He moved around her, rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crease of her arse and pressing into the cleft of her buttocks.

"Witches don't like their arses being fucked, do they, slut?"

"Noooooo!" she wailed pitifully and struggled within her bonds.

He laughed aloud and positioned the head of is cock on her tight little ring of muscles. His knees eased her legs apart and he drove up into her body and pulling back on her hips for purchase. The Messenger rested there, savouring the feel of her body on him and looking across to her struggling husband.

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

In slow and deliberate strokes he violated her secret passage as her husband watched and muttered his silenced protests. The Messenger groaned aloud and grunted in pleasure as he pumped his long cock up her tight little entrance. His hands came around her body, one to cup her breasts and the other to cover her pussy. His hands and fingers worked in tandem as he thrust hard up into the woman's anus; he felt and rubbed furiously as his rising orgasm steadily built.

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

He chuckled at the frantic thrashing of the husband as he tried angrily to free himself from his bonds. The Messenger grunted even louder still and then tensed as he injected his thick seed up inside the man's wife. He withdrew, wiping his cock on her buttocks before replacing his breeches.

"Your wife is a wonderful fuck up the arse," he complimented, "I must try her pussy next."

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

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

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

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

He positioned himself again, attaining a set stance and resting the tip of the cane on just one of her nipples. He pulled the cane back and up and then lashed down with a most savage blow to strike on her firm bud.

Her screaming was so loud that it made the ears crackle; the watching governor covered his ears with his hands as she wailed her pain to the otherwise silent room. Again he struck down striking the other nipple and delighting in the renewed screaming of the sobbing woman.

"Well, witch, will you confess?"

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

He struck down again, hard across her breasts and then levelled the next stroke to hit up on the underside of her breasts.

"Are you a witch?" he demanded excitedly.

"No sire!"

He paused, his chest heaving and panting hard in his wild excitement. In one deft move he released the rope to allow the woman to crash down to the floor on her hands and knees. The Messenger towered over the grovelling woman, his cock now stiff again and pressing the tight breeches out at the front to form a small tent in the material.

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

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

"Are you a witch, slut?"

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

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

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

The Messenger was triumphant; he stood proudly with his chest swelling out and his cock rearing up in arousal.

"Turn then witch and suck my cock to forestall further pain."

She hesitated, stealing a nervous look over to her bound husband and received a sickeningly hard lash of the cane on her outer thigh to prompt her. The woman crawled and turned, levelling her mouth with the end of the Messenger's cock. Hesitantly she first kissed it and then covered the end of the shaft with her mouth.

"Mmmm," the Messenger gloated to her husband, "see how much your slut wife likes sucking other men's cocks?"

He groaned aloud in pleasure as she sucked noisily on his stiff member.

"Do you like sucking cock bitch?"

She slid her mouth off his cock to answer.

"Yes sire."

He rubbed the tip of his cock over her face.

"Tell me why you like my cock, slut and say it like you mean it."

"So hard," she moaned and licked at the huge head, "so big and hard."

"Bigger and harder than your husband's pathetic little thing?"

She sucked and licked greedily at the swollen head.

"Mmmm, yes sire, so much bigger and harder."

He laughed aloud as her husband fought to free himself. Thrashing his body this way and that to gain freedom and prevent the assault on his wife.

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

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

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

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

The woman crawled across the room and with both hands still bound at the wrists she freed his cock from his trousers and began immediately sucking on the flaccid member. She gasped as the Messenger gripped her hips and pushed his cock up into her pussy from behind. Her body bucked and jolted as the Messenger pumped hard into her, chuckling his delight at her husband's groans of disgust.

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Why are you not naked as instructed?"

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

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

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

"And who are you to defy my instructions?"

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

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

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

The woman was on her knees now, her arms raised across her face defensively and cowering back in fear of another savage lash of the crop.

"Sire," she pleaded nervously, "we cannot work naked, it isn't proper."

He leaned down to bring his face close to hers, his lips curled back in a threatening grin.

"I will decide what you will or will not do. Now, strip naked, you worthless slut."

She hesitated and received a stinging lash of the crop across her shoulder to speed her actions. Hurriedly she pulled the thin top off over her head and pulled at the loincloth around her hips.

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

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

Whilst the women stripped the Messenger did likewise, revelling in the horrified glances of the women as his huge stiff cock sprung free of restricting clothing. He stood proudly, his hard cock jutting out from the thick black thatch of his pubic hair and rearing in excited arousal. The huge bulbous head was engorged with blood to give it a purple appearance and the thick gnarled shaft was darker in colour than the rest of his body. His oversized ball-sac pillowed out between the tops of his thighs to make his sex organs a most menacing of sights to the sexually uneducated women.

He moved forward, gripped the long hair of the brunette that he had whipped and gripped her hair. From her kneeling position her head was level with his stiff member and he rubbed her silky hair over and around his throbbing cock.

The woman whimpered fearfully, cowering back as he wrapped her soft, long strands around his shaft and began wanking himself in and with her hair. Moaning his pleasure the messenger stroked and rubbed in luxuriously slow strokes designed to both revolt and to show his command over the kneeling woman.

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

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

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

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

"Nooooo!" the woman wailed as she was hauled to her feet and the ropes looped around her slim wrists.

The twenty watching women were made to kneel on the straw strewn floor, sitting back on their heels naked and defeated to await the fate of their friend being tied. Their hands were behind their backs and their heads up and chests out to show an assorted array of breasts and nipples jutting out from their chests.

In the stalls she was tied, standing with her feet pulled wide apart and her arms stretched out to the sides. The ropes around her wrists and ankles were pulled cruelly tight and she screamed her pain as the coarse ropes burned at her tender wrists and ankles. Naked and bound, subdued and all defiance gone from her now the woman sobbed softly as her sex was pulled open in her stance and on show to all that knelt and stood before her. Her shoulders shook with her sobbing and she hung her head, her face flushed red in the deepest of embarrassment. She hung there, pathetic as a subject yet radiantly attract as regards her firm body, a conflict that suited the situation most perfectly.

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

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

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

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

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

"Not so sure of yourself now are you, slut?" he sneered and readied the crop. He moved around to her side and pulled back his arm.

It landed with a sickening thwack on her backside, her hips jerked hard forward in reaction and all the women present gasped at the severity of the lash. The woman couldn't scream, the pain too intense and the breath knocked from her in stunned shock. Her mouth gaped her silent pleading and her tears flowed freely down her cheeks to streak her creased up cheeks.

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

"Well, witch, do you confess?"

"Yeeees!" she wailed quickly to try to forestall any further hash treatment.

The Messenger simply laughed and swung in again. He beat her soundly, laying into her in a sexually charged fury of pure sadistic pleasure. Lash after lash smacked against her body in a most furiously onslaught of wild pain infliction. Her back and buttocks were striped red; the angry looking welts bearing testimony to the brutality of the thrashing. The backs of her legs and her thighs were soundly whipped, the tender parts of her body suffering more than the rest of her. She slumped exhausted and near unconsciousness before he relented and halted. He stood panting hard and close to orgasm as he allowed his rising climax to subside a little and to prolong his pleasure.

All of the watching women were stunned into silent fear. They watched but wished they didn't have to, not one of them dared to move a muscle or make a sound. They all averted their eyes as the messenger looked at each of them in turn lest he should choose them.

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

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

His arm circled her waist, pulling her hard against him, her breasts crushed flat against his chest and her mons pressing against his hard erection to trap it between their naked bodies. The Messenger eased his hips back and located the head of his cock at the entrance of her little pussy and then pushed fully up inside her. His great hands gripped both her buttocks and he began a frantic and lust-fuelled pumping up into her slim body. He defiled the little virgin girl before her companions, delighting in the wide-eyed stares of the other women as they watched the sexual act. Disgust and yet wild interest filled them as they witnessed a girl losing her virginity in a brutal and yet erotic scene of high pulsing tension.

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

A low moan escaped his lips as he tensed and came, squirting his come deep up inside her warm interior. Her held her tightly to him, his great hands pinching rhythmically at her rounded buttocks as he injected every last drop of his come into her body. The Messenger pulled out of her, shoving the young girl roughly aside like a discarded rag. Triumphantly he addressed the watching women, his softening cock dangling lazily down one of his thighs.

"Are any more of you wanting to show defiance to me?"

Silence reigned, not a murmur heard.

"Good, then your production rates will increase by double - or suffer for it you will."

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

***

It was a time of quiet reflection for the Messenger. He sat on a rocking chair on the porch of the governor's house looking out across the fields. He used his small eyeglass telescope to spy the group of naked women working in the distance. They were sweating and pulling hard, the horses now replaced and the heavy ploughs drawn instead by human bodies - naked female bodies. He chuckled heartily as he watched the sluts toiling, the harder they worked, he thought, the less time and energy they would have to talk and think rebellion.

Some of the sluts had been brought to heel and production rates had increased yet again. He could be more selective now in his choice of women to fuck and to abuse, more for pleasure now than necessity, he thought.

He rested back in the chair as the governor's wife brought him a jug of lemonade on a huge silver tray.

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

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

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

The trembling woman tipped the jug and filled the tall glass with lemonade, spilling the drink slightly in her nervousness as she handed it to him. Her face was creased as the rough fingers probed up inside her body.

He drank with one hand and fingered her with the other, slowly and deliberately he took his time and increased her discomfort. Once the glass was drained he threw it aside and withdrew his hand. He sucked on his wet fingers, licking the digits to savour the taste of her sex juice.

"Mmmm," he muttered and licked lovingly at the thick musky pussy juices, "I must lap at your pussy and taste you fully."

She sighed in revulsion and her face creased up in disgust.

The Messenger crossed his legs and began to rock the chair slowly.

"Lie down on the porch and finger yourself," he ordered her, "I want to see you fingering yourself."

With the greatest of reluctance the woman put the try aside and lay down on the hard wooden boards of the porch. She drew up her knees and parted them wide, her right hand resting on her exposed pussy.

"Rub it then, you slut," the messenger snapped impatiently.

He watched as the woman began stroking her fingers over her wet pussy lips, the fingertips teasing at her clitoris and circling the hard bud sexily. The Messenger slipped down his breeches, pulling them off over his riding boots as he watched the woman touching her sex. His cock throbbed as the woman's hips began to lift and buck as her pleasure increased. She was moaning as she rubbed herself, the pace increasing with her arousal. Her middle finger slipped up inside her crack to bring a huge sigh from the panting woman.

"Here girl," he shouted through to the daughter.

The girl obediently came out of the house, naked and ready as she knew would be expected of her. At the wave of his hand she straddled him in the chair, facing the Messenger and sinking her warm pussy down over his erect cock. She sighed as his length filled her and his mouth clamped over her left nipple. Her body jerked and jolted as he began thrusting his hips up to crash against her young body.

The mother's hand was a blur now, her fingers rubbing furiously at her pussy and her back arched in pained pleasure. Her body weight was supported only on the soles of her feet and her shoulders, her mons pushed up high as she thrust to meet the rubbing of her hand. She was panting and moaning, bucking her hips in a lewd and crude effort to gain sexual relief.

It was a perverse pleasure for him to be fucking her daughter as the woman rubbed herself to bliss, oblivious of her child being had by the evil man.

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

The mother was near her peak, writhing and bucking, her head thrashing from side to side in pleasure as she ground her fingers harder and faster down onto her clitoris.

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

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

He licked and probed as he felt the daughter's delicate little hands grip his hips. Tingling sensations shot through him as he felt the very tip of her wet warm tongue licking up the crease of his arse close to his anus. The wet worm of flesh teased at his little entrance to bring a series of jerking twitches to his now hard cock. He gripped the mother's thighs as she bucked and gasped at her peak and forced his tongue further up inside her pussy as the daughter licked now at the rear of his ball sac. He came again as the mother orgasmed, her thighs clamping powerfully around his head as her body shook and shuddered in climax. The copious pussy juices flowing readily to coat his mouth, his cheeks and chin coated with thick musky body fluid. The delights that the governor's house provided simply got better and he resolved at that moment to visit again before he finally left the commune.

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! Most certainly not, they - like me - were asleep and knew nothing of the theft until this morning."

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

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

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

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

The governor looked up momentarily and then cast his gaze back downward. His voice was low and almost inaudible as he muttered.

"I expect you will do just that - and more."

***

The naked women stood to attention and dropped their tools to the ground as the messenger walked into the cottage gardens.

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

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

He circled her menacingly, eyeing her suspiciously and then halted a little back and to the side of her.

"Who aided the escape?" he demanded.

"I don't know sire," she said in a trembling voice that portrayed her great fear.

She yelped in pain as the cane sliced through the air to cut a savage blow across the backs of her lower legs.

"I don't have time for this stupidity girl, now answer me."

She sobbed and blurted out.

"But sire, I do not know."

She screamed as the cane cut across the backs of her knees.

"Oh God help me please," she wailed and screamed again as another cutting lash stung at the backs of her upper thighs.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

"Tell me where the sluts are headed," he said evenly as he looped and knotted the pieces of twine.

"I cannot, sire, for I know not where they went."

He nodded his acknowledgement of her lies and slipped one loop over her left breast. He slipped the knot to draw the string tight and to pinch it cruelly around her soft orb. So tight was the restriction that her breasts were distorted in shape and the end bulged out like a balloon to pop the nipple out stiffly. She cried out as he repeated the same on her other breast and hauled the ends of the strings high above her. He secured the ends to the rafter above to add pull and tension to her squeezed and squashed orbs.

Silently he worked, returning to his holdall to get each item of equipment in turn. Four short and flat pieces of wood came next, one placed under and another on top of each of her nipples and then pressed flat to trap the buds as the cord was wound tightly around the ends.

The girl screamed loudly as her tender buds were crushed almost flat, some of her pre-maternal milk forced out of the ends under the great pressure on them. She sobbed and blubbered as the pain increased, her little body tensed and shook as the agony ripped through her entire being.

When both nipples were cruelly crushed and the wooden plates in place the Messenger stepped back to admire his handy work.

"Tell me, you worthless slut."

She blubbered but shook her head slowly, her mouth open as she sucked in air to feed her heaving sobs of pain. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and her eyes looked up at him with a silent pleading for mercy.

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

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

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

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

The Messenger grunted in satisfaction of her admission and pulled the needle out of her bud.

"And your part in all this?" he asked calmly.

"I got them the key, sire. I distracted the guard and took his key."

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

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

"And now your reward you deceitful little slut."

He pinched her puffy labia together with the fingers of his left hand and pushed the needle clean through both her pussy lips with the other. The long needle remained in her body pinching the two swollen lips tightly together. He hummed as he attached the thin threads to both ends and chuckled as he attached the small pear-drop weights to either end. He laughed loudly above her screams as he released the weights to pull cruelly down on the needle imbedded in her lips.

Humming and stroking his cock with his left hand he selected a thin rattan cane and levelled it in line with the front of her thighs. The stroke hit equally across the tops of the front of her thighs, hitting across the cords and jerking the thin threads and weights excruciatingly. Six hard lashes he gave the girl before his excitement peaked and his cock jerked. Long streams of his come shot out to splash over the side of her hips and thighs and to trickle down her body. He moaned his satisfaction as he jerked his hips to emit every last drop of his seed onto the wailing girl.

He turned to gather his clothes.

"As a further reward for your deception, you may remain here until I have caught the three sluts - however long that might take."

He left the basement room to the panic filled screams of the little girl and he laughed loudly as he slammed and locked the door on her.

***

Four male guards were mounted on their horses and waiting in the hot sun in the compound. Coils of rope and long snaking whips hung from their saddles and their sprits were high. They relished the prospect of the chase to come, the hunt for the three women escapees and the sex that would inevitably be part of their capture. All were hard and anxious to get going as they awaited the arrival of the Messenger. The horses snorted and scraped their hooves impatiently in the dusty soil, they too wanted to be set free and to stride out across the fields and meadows.

Out onto the hollow wooden boards of the porch he strode, the heels of his long boots thudding authoritatively on the wooden decking. He wore his favourite black breeches; tight and clinging they showed clearly his erect cock beneath them and his high level of sexual arousal. A black silken shirt covered his top and in his right hand he held the polished black riding crop. The dark colours and his commanding manner gave him a most sinister and wicked appearance, one that was conveyed to the groups of watching women as they shuffled silently to their duties.

The Messenger walked easily down the wooden steps and mounted his horse in one expert throw of the leg that seated him astride the saddle. He gripped the reins and dug his heels in to spur his mount and to begin the hunt. The horses raced off across the compound, through the gates and then turned west toward the coast.

***

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

***

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

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

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

The messenger readied his whip, looping the strap around his wrist and clutching the thick handle in his palm. He pulled on the reins and gave a delighted shout and then urged his horse onto a canter in pursuit.

Only minutes it took for the horses to close the gap and to come close up behind the running women who scattered in differing directions. The guards set out in pursuit of two women and left the third woman to the mercy of the Messenger. They yelled excitedly and lashed with their whips as they chased the frightened women this way and that through the long grass.

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

The woman yelped in pain, her head throwing back and her body arching as the searing pain burned into her naked flesh. Her pace slowed momentarily and then she broke to the right in an effort to escape the lash of the whip. Her powerful thighs pumped rapidly to drive her legs in flight. She was panting hard and sobbing in fear as she heard the horse moving close up behind her once again. A blinding explosion of pain registered in her brain as the whip cut savagely across the side of her thigh, the end curling around to sting harshly at the soft inner tops of her leg. She stumbled and tripped but ran on, twisting and turning in her path to evade her cruel pursuer. The numbing pain in her thigh made her now limp and further slowed her pace, her movements were slower and her turns clumsy, aiding her imminent capture.

The messenger was in his element, he whooped his delight as he turned the horse again and charged at the fleeing woman. He lashed again with the whip and nudged the flank of the horse against her to send her sprawling headlong and face down in the grass. He turned and rode back, reaching the woman just as she was gaining her feet and breaking into a run, his cock was so hard that it hurt as it pressed against the inside of his breeches, the sight of the panicking woman adding to the thrill he was experiencing. Along side her now, he extended his leg and pulled his foot back then pushed it out fast to stamp the sole of his hard boot squarely into the centre of her back. It knocked the woman face down on the ground and she lay there sobbing heavily, all fight and breath knocked from her and fear now her only ally.

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

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

***

The whole commune was gathered in the compound, one guard had ridden ahead to make the arrangements. Anxiously the two hundred naked women waited in lines in the heat of the morning sun for the sickening spectacle that would surely follow.

Through the gates the messenger rode, his head held high and back straight, his chest was pushed out proudly in triumph as he led the group across the compound.

The three naked escapees were running behind the horses, their wrists roped and being dragged, they looked bedraggled, pathetic and defeated. Their bodies were streaked with mud and criss-crossed with sore red welts where the whips had made their mark. The women's faces were streaked with tears and they stumbled exhausted behind the big horses to the centre part of the open area.

The messenger turned his horse and addressed the watching crowd.

"Now you will witness the reward for folly."

He sniggered and raised his arm in signal to begin the punishment of the three breakaways.

***

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

In the blazing sun and the heat of the compound the olive skinned woman hung from the 'T' frame before the gathered crowd. She wept freely in her pain and misery, her fears increased as the Messenger began his ceremonial undressing ritual below and to the side of her.

With his hard cock jutting out from his body, the messenger paraded naked, walking slowly up and down the lines of naked women and inspecting the display of nude flesh offered. He mentally selected one or two for his afternoon's entertainment and was delighted to see the Governor's wife and daughter at the end of the front row. The only two clothed women they may have been but it gave him an added thrill that they should be present with their husband and father. He smiled at them and turned, sliced the thin cane through the air several times for practice and then approached the suspended woman.

"Witness now," he shouted loudly, "the fate of all witches."

He aimed the cane between her thighs and landed a sickeningly hard blow directly down the slit of her open pussy. The messenger almost came as the woman's body was racked by a series of violent convulsions, she jerked and shuddered like a putted on the ropes that suspended her. She gagged and vomited with the excruciating pain and her eyes bulged out in shocked disbelief. Again he struck and then again, each jerking of her body pulling harder on the metal hook up her anus to send a different and more excruciating series of pained shock waves running through her.

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

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

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

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

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

The girl whimpered nervously and hesitantly extended her tongue; she shuddered 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 the backs of her thighs and entered her pussy from behind. She gasped aloud and drove her tongue deeper as his whole length slid up inside her pussy to take her virginity from her. She stood there humiliated and shamed before the other 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 but to be forced to lick at another woman's sex was total degradation.

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl, bent forward at the waist over the back of the chair, did as she was told and her hands gasped both sides of the chair seat. She remained there stretched up on tiptoe, the back of the chair pressing into her lower belly and her buttocks presented high. She began to cry as the messenger fetched the cane and positioned himself alongside her.

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

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

He lashed again and again, so hard did he lash at her that the girl stood upright under the brutal assault. Her body quivered with the excruciating pain she was experiencing, her face screwed up in agony and her arms flailed uselessly by her sides. She tried to break and run but her legs were kicked from 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 comfort and defence as the hard cane blows rained down to strike her on varying part of her body. Her forearms and legs, her thighs and hips all suffered terribly under the ferocious assault. Her back and waist, her buttocks and inner thighs all bore the marks of the cane as she rolled around and flailed her arms and legs as she screamed for mercy.

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

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

The girl broke down completely, her little body racked by great heaving sobs of misery as her pained and bruised body crawled slowly away toward the door.

***

She was twenty-eight years old and virgin, or was until she had been tied 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 wrists were bound together behind the back of her neck and her feet splayed about two feet apart and either side of the thick stake. Her ankles were secured to heavy metal rings sunk into the ground and her back was arched backward as the rope attached to her neck pulled constantly under tension. The thick wooden stake, sunk upright into the ground, pushed so far up inside her pussy that she was forced up onto tiptoe to try to ease the terrible agony. Her pussy lips were red and sore where the thick post had scraped them as she had been lowered onto her wooden prison and were stretched cruelly wide by the thick girth. Her breasts jutted out in fullness and the mound of her pussy presented with her over-sized clitoris poking out from the tops of her lips. The woman wept softly as she had done throughout the long cold night as the whole of the commune filed into the area and formed up in the usual rows.

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

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

A low groan came from all the women present.

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

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

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

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

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

Six hard and brutal lashes of the crop he laid on her jutting clitoris as the woman's body jerked in involuntary spasms of deep agony. Then he started on her outer thighs, lashing them hard and numbing her legs to sink her back down onto the intruding pole. Her eyes locked wide and her tongue lolled uselessly 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 down on the pinioning post.

The messenger laughed aloud and moved close to her, he pressed his cock 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 to splash at the underside of her bruised breasts.

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

The stunned women were ushered of to their duties as the messenger continued to grind his cock against the senseless woman, moaning his pleasure at the feel of her against him.

***

The little slut had failed again to please the messenger at her second attempt to wank him. He had come it is true and good it had been, but not good enough to spare her a sound thrashing. She was standing and naked, her face pressed down against her knees and the rope around her neck pulled harshly up between her legs to pull in between her pussy lips. Tied to the rafter above her it both pinioned her head down to her knees and made her balance a precarious thing indeed. Her wrists were bound to the sides of her ankles and she had raised herself onto tiptoe to ease the chaffing of the thick rope on her tender pussy lips.

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

"Suffer for your inept ways," he panted and cut in again with the cane, he aimed the blows to strike on the bruises of the previous day 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. By the time he paused her legs were a mass of red blotches and stripes that bore testament to the brutality of the blows laid on her.

The messenger moved in and spent many minutes rubbing the head of his cock up and down the stretched crease of her arse. He eased the rope to 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 as his great girth entered her little tunnel. He pushed fully up inside her warm body as she screamed her pain to her knees.

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

It was the cat-of-nine-tails that he selected; the effects on the watching women would be more profound he felt. The messenger swung hard with the 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. Her head threw back to crack hard against the wooden post and her body bucked violently under the impact. It bucked and jerked as lash after lash was laid on her in a savage assault of leather on human flesh.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The messenger straightened and stretched lazily as the daughter vomited behind him and the mother spat and gagged to clear the thick semen from her throat.

"You lick well bitch," he complimented the daughter as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and spat again to try to remove the 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 menacing stare made the mother relent and reluctantly she lay back on the wooden boards of the veranda and part her legs in readiness.

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

***

The tree-felling party in the woods had worked since sun up and were now taking a rest period in the small clearing that their morning's work had created. The naked women sat around resting back against fallen tree trunks, some with their knees raised and parted now, all inhibitions long since removed from them. They tried not even to cover themselves as the messenger dismounted and walked amongst them flanked by his loyal guards. He walked around, inspecting and selecting the display of open thighs and pussy on offer, 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 by now, that thought amused him as he moved around eyeing the gaping pussies.

Some of the thrill and excitement had gone since most of the women now readily complied with any command and no dissent or reason was given for him to chastise them. He didn't really need a reason, that he knew, but it 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 before him.

"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 strands biting spitefully into the soft flesh to cause her to scream aloud to the treetops. She began to dance, her little breasts bouncing and jiggling delightfully as her body bounced in dance. Faster the whips lashed at her legs and faster the 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 by the constant lashing of the thin whips.

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

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

"You bitch, come forward and squat."

The girl complied, facing him she squatted with her knees stretched wide 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 squeeze the fluid from her body.

The guards and the messenger looked with fixed stares between her legs in silent anticipation but nothing came. The messenger nodded to the senior 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 trickle began, the hot yellow liquid running first around the lips of her labia and then forming into a forceful stream of hot steaming pee. She groaned in shame as she squatted there, the mocking laughter of the watching men adding to her deep humiliation. She began to cry as the flow subsided and then scampered away red faced at the wave of the messenger's hand.

He was hard; his stiff cock obvious through the thin tight breeches as the Messenger stood up and stretched lazily. He pointed now to a tall black-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 the position. Her breasts jiggled and swung side to side as she trotted, her neat backside wobbling pleasingly with the loping of her slim thighs. She laid face down aside the thick trunk her naked breasts and mons pressing down 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 either side. The position pushed her buttocks up and arched her back beautifully to present her pussy and anus open from the rear.

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

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

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

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

The messenger paused, cast the crop aside and in one swift and brutal tug yanked the twig from her anus. He mounted the tree trunk behind her and slipped his cock up into her stretched pussy, pushing fully home and until all 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, rough bark 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 on the hard trunk to further increase her suffering. He rode her furiously, slamming his hips hard against her buttocks to add to the scratching of her tender bud. With head up and back straight he rammed into her time and again before coming in torrents to fill her insides with his thick, warm sperm.

The messenger dismounted, his sadistic smile broadened as he motioned to 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 in and he was idling his time away drinking and eating on the veranda of the compound buildings. The guard ran across the square to break the news, he drew to a halt panting and simply bursting to relate his message. It had been expected and had been building steadily - the messenger had sensed it. Normally at about this stage of his strict regime being instigated there was a rebellion of one sort or another and this presented a wonderful chance to both enjoy himself and to further stamp his mark.

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

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

***

The messenger had stood back during the breaking down of the door and the capture of the women objectors. That was the work of the guards he reasoned, his skills lay in disciplining the ringleaders of the subversive forces. 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 in all, he beamed his delight at the number of objectors for it was rare to encounter more than two or three at most.

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

***

In the dust heat of the compound eight thick wooden stakes had been driven 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 to the letter. The entire two hundred women had been assembled to witness the proceedings and stood in orderly rows awaiting the victims' arrival.

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

One naked woman was chained to each of the posts, their arms pulled high up above their heads and dangling by the thick straps secured around their wrists. Their bodies faced the posts and their feet were clear of the ground to add agonising discomfort and stretch to their entire bodies. They hung there before the whole of the gathered commune to receive their punishment for their open defiance of the messenger.

From 30 metres back the messenger readied his horse, he flicked the long bullwhip out to the side and spurred his horse to a gallop. He shouted maniacally 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 struck the body of the first woman. The horse charged past the post but the coiling leather bullwhip landed with added momentum and savagery. It cut across her buttocks to slam her body hard against the thick wooden stake to knock the air from the woman's lungs. A broad red welt appeared instantly and the wet red smear it produced displayed the force of the blow administered. She fainted immediately under the burning agony that was searing into her flesh, more than body or mind could cope with. Her whole body slumped lifelessly to hang twitching against the wooden stake.

The messenger turned his horse and charged again, he whooped his delight and then slashed the whip to coil around the next stake and to cut the whip cruelly 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 heavy whip. When he was done he halted his horse and slid expertly down out of the saddle panting hard in his excitement. The messenger began his ceremonial undressing, slow and deliberate as always, unhurried and designed to further instil fear.

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

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

The sobbing woman spread herself face down in the dust and began to move in a snake-like belly crawl. Her entire body jolted as the thick whip slammed down on her back, She crawled on, her wailing screams added to the spectacle 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 before she slipped into the welcome blackness of unconsciousness.

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

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

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

***

In the dungeon seven of the eight women were naked and had their wrists strapped tightly behind their backs. Ball gags distorted their faces to grimaced yawning expressions. They were pulled up onto tiptoe by the thin threads tied around their nipples and stretched up to the rafters above. The women's heads hung back in sullen defeat, the cramps in the legs and bodies adding to 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 and about six feet out from the wall. Little muffled whimpers of pain and discomfort came from them as the cramps tugged at their toes and their body weight dropped slightly to tear cruelly at their nipples.

The eighth woman was stretched out on a rack, spread-eagled with her arms and legs splayed, her limbs had been stretched to almost tearing point and then held there under tension. Thick darning needles had been pushed through each of her tender nipples and the threads attached to them stretched up and to the side to wrench her ample breasts apart. At her lower end her clitoris had been similarly pierced with a thick darning needle, the pulling thread tacked to the wooden frame of the rack between her feet. The woman's mouth gaped open in silent pleading and her eyes rolled in their sockets as the excruciating pain surged through her.

The messenger stood naked and erect next to the low rack, the thin clay pipe in his mouth and a broad smile on his face. His cock reared in excited pleasure and pre-come oozed from the eyehole in the end. The tall man slipped the pipe out of his mouth and tipped it, spilling burning embers onto the woman's stomach to send her whole body into a series of racking convulsions. As her body moved the pull on the threads and needles increased to tear cruelly at her most tender parts but still she could not find the voice to scream.

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

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

"Suffer those that dare to defy me," he announced loudly and laughed and then swung in hard to swipe forcefully at the thread attached to the woman's clitoris. He came at that moment; his come arcing up his in a long stream of ejaculation that portrayed his high level of arousal. Only then 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 process on her breasts.

***

Six of the rebel women were still stretched up on their toes with the threads pulling hard at their nipples, the seventh had been cut down and was being prepared for her punishment. She knelt on the cold stone floor of the basement, her wrists still bound securely behind her but now her elbows had also been roped. They were drawn in together behind her back to meet between 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 encircling leather strap. Straps over her knees pinioned her to the ringbolts set into the floor and she knelt there whimpering softly in fear and unable to move at all.

The messenger shifted the low bench in front of her and rested her ample breasts on the top of the flat wooden surface. The thin threads still attached to her nipples were pulled across its width and pulled tight before being secured to maintain the tension on her buds. He laid a long plank of wood 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 the end of the bench.

The woman wailed fearfully as he raised his booted foot and stepped full weight onto the plank. The hard wooden plank pressed down with an unbearable pressure to flatten her soft orbs. She screamed non-stop as the laughing messenger walked along the plank, her flattened breasts billowed out in all directions under the terrific weight upon them. Her face was contorted in a mask of deep pain, her eyes bulged and she screamed like an animal with its leg snapped in the jaws of a gin trap. So great was the pressure exerted by 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 the ends before marching back down the length of it. He sprung in his strides to bear down even harder and mocked her pained wailing and her pleas for mercy. At length he tired of his game and jumped down off the bench, his naked cock bouncing and rearing in excitement. He took a long and broad leather strap, 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 reverberated around the whole dungeon. A sadistically hard swipe that marked her flesh instantly to leave a broad reddened stripe across her pale buttocks. He lashed again at the blubbering woman, aiming at a different part of her presented backside to increase further her suffering. On the eighteenth last the woman slumped forward onto the bench her body heaving and close to fainting.

The messenger knelt behind her and forced his cock fully up into her pussy from behind. He muttered his satisfaction and began a slow pumping of 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 tensed fingers down her skin toward her backside. He clawed at her soft skin as he fucked her hard, he whooped his delight loudly and rammed harder and faster into her as she screamed again in deep and continuing agony. With his head back and buttocks pumping to ram into her he ripped at her back in a sexually fed frenzy of rising orgasm. The messenger let out a low growl and stiffened his 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 sniggered sardonically at that thought. Their suffering would be all the more acute for the long and fearful wait that he was subjecting them to and that pleased him - very much.

He feasted and drank in plenty as three young naked sluts first danced before the dining table and then engaged in various lesbian acts under his direction. He issued the instructions between gulping at his mugs of mead and delighting in the way the naked little whores did his bidding. The young and terrified girls went against all their natural instincts, revolted and obviously disgusted at the things they were made to do but that simply added to the excitement for him and he varied the acts accordingly. As an added entertainment the messenger had the girls kneel on all fours in turn to be caned viscously by one of the other girls. He was pleasantly surprised by the cruelty displayed by these young initiates and considered fucking all three of the little sluts. He had however, to save himself for the remaining rebel women in the basement, for to punish them and not to coat or fill them with his come would be unthinkable. He contented himself instead by having one of the girls in turn to lie on the table in front of him and fingered the little bitch's cunt whilst the caning was carried out on the third. He defiled their arses too, using his knife handle and that of the fork to probe up inside their warm interiors as they grunted in pained discomfort. The little blonde girl's pussy though was so sweet and inviting that he helped himself to a long and slow licking of the little slut's sex. He particularly liked the way her little body reached when he bit hard on her clitoris and was amazed at the power of her internal muscles as they gripped around his two fingers up inside her pussy.

All three girls were soundly flogged and he enjoyed himself immensely feeling their warm and wet orifices in the process. It hardened his cock nicely for the coming sessions in the basement and this little prelude simply heightened the wonderful feelings of anticipation for him.

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

***

The bitch struggled and fought like a tigress, bucking her body and pulling against him as her turn came and she was cut down from the tension of the nipple threads. Despite her wrists still bound behind her she wriggled bucked and tugged to pull free of his grasp. Her cramped and aching toes and 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 plexus stunned her and dropped her to her knees; all fight gone from her now. She knelt there on the stone floor silent and compliant as he bound her ankles together.

The messenger was livid at her attempted attack on him, his anger clearly showed in his expression and yet his cock pulsed harder in response to her resistance. He grabbed her hair and dragged on her knees over to the thick wooden stake and pressed the front of her body hard against it. Thick ropes were wound around her waist and back to crush her front onto the rough wooden surface.

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

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

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

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

He halted, his chest heaving and he gasped in air. His exertions and the high excitement had combined to bring him to an all time high of sexual arousal. His great hand gripped her hair and yanked her head roughly around to face him. He pressed the head of his cock up under her nose and shot his come forcefully out of his hard cock. Spurt after spurt of his thick seed filled her airways to cause the slut to gag and choke, the thick globules running 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 looked a pathetic snivelling wreck.

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

"No, sire!" she blurted out quickly.

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

"I didn't think you would you worthless slut. When I remove the nails from your nipples and release you, I expect to see a most obedient servant 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 until morning."

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

***

The Messenger strode quickly across the wide compound area, his arms outstretched to the sides and his hands gripping the hair of the two little slut rebels. One in each hand, his fingers bunched into tight fists to grip their 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 keep up and to ease agonising pull on their hair. He shook their heads and swung them side to side as he walked briskly toward the garrison building.

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

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

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

***

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

The governor sighed heavily in relief at the news and some of the colour came back to his cheeks. He sat back in his chair trying to contain a 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. The man's bad influence had spread throughout the community, why, even his wife had 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 normality could return to their otherwise peaceful lives.

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

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

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

"Your strict punishments have reduced the number of women available for 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 up for 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 continuing whinging 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 you will be replaced."

The governor's face paled and he fell silent. There would be only one penalty for dismissal and that he really did not wish to consider. He simply 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 bound together; standing naked they faced each other. Thick ropes pulled their bodies and legs in tightly to crush their breasts, nipple against nipple and pussy against pussy. The girl's arms were looped around the others body and tied at the wrists behind her partners back. Their lips almost touched so close were their faces and the both panted in fearful anticipation of their punishment to come.

The leather strap that the messenger held in his hand was only about two feet in length and about three inches wide. The hundreds of sewing pins pushed through it though made it a most fearful instrument for its intended use. The hundreds of tiny sharpened points protruded out of the leather to a length of about one inch and each glinted wickedly in the flickering light of the blazing torches.

He moved around them slowly, lashing in hard with the leather strap to puncture the soft skin of their buttocks and backs in a hundred places at one blow. On their hips and waists on their lower backs and on the rounds of their backsides he thrashed them soundly. The messenger was taken by the pretty pattern of blood spots that appeared on their skin after each lash and he found himself aiming to blows to vary the reddened design as much as was possible. Their pained wailing was the real charge for him through and he began a rotating system of first lashing at one of the girls, pushing his cock up into her pussy, withdrawing and then moving around to the other girl. It gave him perverse pleasure to slip his wet cock up into them in turn 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 forcing his cock up them only to pull out and move around again. The warm feel of their pained bodies against him was a delight and their deep sobs shook their bodies nicely to add to the satisfying sensation for him. The messenger started to come up inside one of the young sluts and quickly moved around to the other, his cock jerking his sperm to push up inside the girl and to finish his orgasm in a different pussy. It was immensely satisfying to him to achieve that and he moaned contentedly as his cock softened inside her. He leaned forward and kissed her back, his tongue lapping at the spots of blood as the last of his come oozed out into her warm interior.

***

The last slut, the final rebel girl was to be made a lasting example of, 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 forward at the waist with her arse and pussy exposed. Behind her and in an orderly line was the whole of the male population of the commune, husbands, fiancées and guards, in all they numbered close to one hundred.

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

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

The naked man stepped forward, hesitantly raised the cane and then struck; he moved in quickly to push his cock up inside the offered pussy and 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 in pleasure."

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

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

By the time number thirty-two was rutting up into the woman the messenger tired of the scene. He called the governor to him and they walked together back across the square, the woman's frantic wailing becoming more distant as they went.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I told you all women were sluts," the messenger said brightly and 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 taste and the wonderful warm young mouth working on his cock. He wriggled his tongue inside her as the wife bucked and writhed, her wailing not of pain but of deep sexual pleasure.

The girl slipped her other hand between his thighs and under his balls and weighed them in the little palm, her long fingernails teasing close to the entrance of his anus. She extended her middle finger to scratch lightly at 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 and pulling her mouth further down onto his cock as he shot his load into the back of her throat. Thick globules of his come spilled out from between her lips 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 her lips to lap at every last drop of his seed.

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

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

***

The messenger sat on his horse where he had arrived, up on the rise and 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 night of his stay stood behind the horse. She wore a simple cotton shift to cover her otherwise naked body and her wrists were bound with rope, the long trailing end of the rope tied to the horn of the saddle. She would provide his entertainment during the coming night in the open and would surely suffer much in the course of her duties. She would provide a pussy and body to be available to the messenger whenever he felt the need to fuck and whip her.

"Another message safely delivered," he mused aloud and laughed. "Only forty miles to the next commune in Taunton town, 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 he steered in the direction of Taunton .

THE END

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