Witch Hunt

[Shocker]

Teaser: The office was dark except for the single desk lamp, a file folder lay on the desk and a man reached out for it. The label CDF-2020-CH/005 was the only distinguishing mark on the otherwise plain looking manila folder. The man in the shadows had read it multiple times but started to leave through it again. This was his operation, his sacred mission, and he would not fail.
As failure was not an option reviewing all available data and contingencies would guarantee results. Or as his old mentor Monsignor Victor O'Sullivan was prone to claim, proper planning and preparation prevent piss poor performance.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

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Title: Witch Hunt
Author: Shocker
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This is the first chapter of a completed three chapter story, to be posted here in installments.
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Witch Hunt

Chapter 1

The office was dark except for the single desk lamp, a file folder lay on the desk and a man reached out for it. The label CDF-2020-CH/005 was the only distinguishing mark on the otherwise plain looking manila folder. The man in the shadows had read it multiple times but started to leave through it again. This was his operation, his sacred mission, and he would not fail.
As failure was not an option reviewing all available data and contingencies would guarantee results. Or as his old mentor Monsignor Victor O'Sullivan was prone to claim, proper planning and preparation prevent piss poor performance.

As he flipped the file open to review again the result of the last four months of surveillance. He saw the picture of a young looking woman, with dark hair almost touching her shoulders, her face was of a pleasing shape from which green eyes exuded intelligence. The file listed a name and address of a small flat in Geneva's old town. The researchers were still looking into her finances, on how she could afford such location. He on the other hand was sure this was just another sign of her sponsor.
There were details on her work schedule and personal habits. Her online habits had been screened thoroughly, despite her safety precautions. One of the female operatives had described her as woman obsessed with fitness, working out strenuously five times a week, also having a sinful appetite in men. Having observed with a varying numbers of partners over the period of observation. The last comment of the operatives report seemed to be a bit snarky, as it described the targets clothing to be primarily black, with occasionally some anthracite thrown in for color.
The file ended with the recommendation of his supervisor: witchery suspected, apprehend and neutralize.

The man closed the file and got up, the light of the lamp showed the stark contrast between his black clothing and the white clerical collar. His name was Father Pietro di Giacomo, and he was an operative of the Congregatio pro Doctrina Fidei the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, or if one preferred the old name the Inquisition.

Other than common believe, magic and witchcraft did exist today as much as it had in the Middle Ages. As long as there had been humans, there had been those selling of their immortal soul to Satan, typically for power, youth or other worldly trinkets. The information age had not changed the allure of the masses to such things, regrettably from the point of di Giacomo's view it had spread the information of the occult incredibly fast. In past centuries a good book burning, had been able to keep the information properly restricted, nowadays, you would have to blow up a server farm, but accidents happened.
Father di Giacomo's work would have been an impossible one, if the majority of human beings hadn't almost entirely eliminated their belief in the supernatural. While it had lead to a regrettable decline in followers of the true faith, it also prevented most to seriously believe in the existence of the adversary.
But he did exist and was exerting influence through, immoral women like his current target. They corrupted the mind of the innocents, tempted men with their bodies. And this one was said to do demonic possessions via the internet. With a zealous fervor he believed that it was his purpose on earth to find and neutralize those forces of evil.

He had joined the seminary and was quickly recognized for the purity of faith and firmness of character and had been seconded to the Congregatio. Where he had trained and assisted experienced operators such as Monsignor O'Sullivan. And now at the age of 35 he was leading an operation for the first time by himself. If this woman was congregating with the adversary he would cleanse the evil spirit from her body. He lifted the phone receiver and made a short call, to summon the team for this mission to his office.

The first to step through the door was a swarthy looking Brazilian, he wasn't overly tall but built like a tank. His name was Paolo Nunes, and he had worked with Father di Giacomo for some years, but this was the first mission not as equals. Nunes would provide the part of the muscle for the operation, his experience was in subduing prisoners and getting confessions. His face was angular and the dark eyes showed no emotion at all. He entered the office with barely controlled aggressiveness, but nodded a greeting.

Next came Marie Dubarry, a slender brunette with very average features, with 26 years she was the youngest member of the team, and had done a lot of the surveillance work. Nobody ever suspected a woman to work for the Inquisition, a mistake some had learned to regret. She was of French descent, but unlike many of her countrymen a good and devout daughter of Mother Church.

Last came Peter Schneider, seconded to Father di Giacomo form the Swiss guard, as a native of Geneva he was going to provide assistance with logistics and local knowledge. If necessary he would act in support of Paolo. As di Giacomo looked at the tall blonde man, standing there ramrod straight, he wondered if he saw a bit of unease in the soldiers eyes.
"Major Schneider, is there a Problem you look uneasy?"
"No Father, it's just some pre mission nerves. It will go away as soon as we start."
"Shall we then go over the plan again? Paolo, please talk us through"
"Sure Pietro." There was no deferential Father di Giacomo from the Brazilian and di Giacomo didn't really expect it, they had experienced too much together.
“The target is known to spend the time between 17:00 to 18:00 jogging, she likes particularly a small wooded area along Lac Leman. Per Marie's report she is usually not accompanied by anybody. It will be easy to get the van into position close to the path. Major Schneider will be the driver. If we get the opportunity we will snatch the target, transfer her to the van and then move on to the interrogation site."
"Marie is the site prepared?" asked di Giacomo.
"Yes Father di Giacomo. It's an isolated farmhouse about 45 minutes drive. I have checked its suitability for our purposes, and it is almost ideal we have the choice between a root cellar or the barn. The majority of our equipment is already located there."
"May I ask how we will keep her from escaping during the transit?" asked Schneider.
"No problem Major." Marie Dubarry smiled "I have a very nice collection of tranquilizers that should do the trick."
Di Giacomo looked at his Watch "It's 15:30 now, if there are no more questions, let's get moving."
His three assistants nodded and began to move.




At 17:20 Paolo spotted the lone figure clad in a top and leggings, both of black material, running along the path. He appreciated the woman's figure, he was under vows of celibacy but had found that there was always room for interpretation and his South American blood approved of what he saw. By his best judgment this was their intended target. But he handed the binoculars over to Marie, as she was the one most familiar with the woman in question. When she nodded, tension spread in Paolo.

He got ready to open the door of the van, timing it just right. When the door slid open the jogging woman was right next to the door. Startled by the sound she turned, but couldn't do anything about the dark skinned man grabbing her and pulling her inside. She fought with all she got, but all her spirit and toughness was no match for somebody much heavier than her.
The door was slammed shut, and the van began immediately to move. Paolo wrestled the woman to the ground pressing her face down to the floor. Marie used the opportunity to jab the needle of her syringe in the woman's buttocks, pressing down the plunger. The content was a fast acting tranquilizer, and only five minutes later, Paolo let go of the limp form.

The next step was to check her for anything on her person. Marie looked with a bit of annoyance as Paolo, patted their target down, very thoroughly. He found door keys and a cell phone, both were disposed through the open window into the waters of the lake.
Paolo grinned with satisfaction another acquisition completed, next would be the tough part. But it was also the part he enjoyed most.

To be continued …
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I intend to post a chapter every three days, feedback will shorten that timespan.

[darklord]

A nice setup. Looking forward to more.

[Shocker]

A nice setup. Looking forward to more.

I think your ability will like the further development. As all chapters are already written, I’m fairly happy with the result.

[Claire]

That setup is promising. I am so curious where this will go. Reading the title, I was hoping for a story set in the middle ages but you gave me a nice mystery to latch onto instead. I'm not sure whether this ambiguity was intended on your part, but I really wonder whether this is a world where magic actually exists and these people are actually fighting women with special powers or whether these modern inquisition guys are just crazy and are hunting down some ordinary woman. If magic actually does exist in this world, I am glad that you did not put a fantasy tag on this. That would have just ruined the suspense.

Either way, so happy to finally read one of your longer stories, Shocker!

[Shocker]

That setup is promising. I am so curious where this will go. Reading the title, I was hoping for a story set in the middle ages but you gave me a nice mystery to latch onto instead. I'm not sure whether this ambiguity was intended on your part, but I really wonder whether this is a world where magic actually exists and these people are actually fighting women with special powers or whether these modern inquisition guys are just crazy and are hunting down some ordinary woman. If magic actually does exist in this world, I am glad that you did not put a fantasy tag on this. That would have just ruined the suspense.

Either way, so happy to finally read one of your longer stories, Shocker!

Hope you will enjoy the twists and turns ahead of this. I liked giving the Inquisition a bit more of an active role as well.

[Shocker]

After all the setup, things will get a bit more interesting now.
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Chapter 2


The drive to the farm went without any problems, the weather had worsened, and it looked like a thunderstorm was about to break loose. As they arrived Father di Giacomo quickly looked at the main building made largely of natural stone and then pointed to the wooden barn 20 paces away from the main building.
"We will use the barn, in case we need to set it on fire, it is going to be less suspicious than the main building. It might be even explained by lightning."
Paolo and Schneider dragged the lifeless form of their target through to open barn door. Marie and di Giacomo followed. The latter trying to pull the door close only to find it to leave a slight gap and the sulfurous light from the outside shone in.

They found a beam suitable for their needs and through a chain with heavy manacles over it. The still unconscious woman was fastened to it, and pulled in an upright position. Paolo had a lot of routine in this and his next step was to fasten each leg with a further chain, bolting the other end to the floor. It would be exaggerating things to claim he spread her open, but it was definitely no longer possible for her to bring her knees together. Satisfied with his handiwork he stepped back.

"Marie, what is the first rule in dealing with a captured witch." di Giacomo asked in the tone of a teacher.
"Thou shalt not listen to her foul heresies." Marie recited almost verbatim from the field manual.
"So what are we missing here?"
Marie's face brightened "Sorry father I had almost forgotten."
She started to search in her large purse producing a nondescript black plastic bag. From which she took a phallic shape attached to two leather straps. She got busy to insert the gag into their captives mouth and tightening the straps around her head. Di Giacomo observed her with a degree in bemusement.
"Where did you get that thing?"
"We had to abandon our normal gag with the last job, so I had to get a replacement. As strange as it sounds, but in a civilized town like Geneva the least suspicious way of getting something was in one of those depraved sex shops. When I saw the choices there, I felt that the normal leather ball might not suffice for somebody as big mouthed as this witch. I hope you approve of my initiative?"
"I should say it will do the trick of keeping her quiet, as well as preventing her from biting through her tongue. Perhaps we should make this a standard issue item. You may put the receipt in with your expense report." he said, while thinking that Monsignor O'Sullivan would have a bit of a shock getting a receipt of a sex shop.
Just at this moment the bound form in the middle of the room begin to stir. Di Giacomo straightened and said "Shall we begin?"
As if in answer the first flash of lightning was rapidly followed by thunder and the sound of rain hitting the roof of the barn.

Paolo and Schneider had erected 2 stands for work lights and connected them to a generator. As di Giacomo positioned himself between them, he nodded to them and they flipped the bright lamps on, bathing the woman in front of them into glaring light. Causing her to tighten her eyelids again, after just beginning to open them. With a sonorous voice, trained for giving sermons di Giacomo stepped forward his bulk now outlined by the lights
"In nomine patris, fillius et spiritus sanctus I'm Father Pietro di Giacomo of the Congregatio pro Doctrina Fidei and you stand accused of witchcraft!"

In Paolo's opinion Pietro might be occasionally a pompous ass, but he certainly knew how to make an effective entrance. Their captives facial responses went through all the usual stages, confusion, outrage, disbelief and uncertainty. It hadn't settled on fear yet, but in Paolo's opinion that was only a question of time. This wasn't his first rodeo, but he tried to maintain discipline by waiting for the inevitable next order. In all likelihood Pietro would try to school Marie in more of the procedure. And true enough he heard.
"Marie how do we ascertain her guilt?"
Without hesitation the reply came "Search the body for marks of evil, test her for signs if she has congregated with dark forces and question her so she may confess and save her soul."
Paolo thought that this was entirely the textbook answer, and while he personally thought about the tests for congregation as a relic of horny old men, he still enjoyed performing this thoroughly as it was his duty.
As Pietro remained silent, Marie continued "The suspect is to be shed of all mortal guises, applied to hide her true nature."
Schneider looked a bit confused and Paolo whispered confidentially in his ear "Strip her to the skin. Marie is going to do that to save us from temptation."
Di Giacomo nodded to Marie and pointed to the woman now struggling with her chains "Proceed."

Marie Dubarry had looked forward to this part, she had followed this strumpet for 4 months, sweating in her practical garments as this one was showing of her body in tight-fitting clothes. Now she would show off that body to her, but with much more detail. She chose a scalpel from the prepared equipment tray, it would give her greater pleasure than using the safety scissors also available for the task. She loved how the eyes of the other woman changed as light reflected from the blade. How she yelled ineffectively into the gag, how body bucked and buckled only to change to complete stillness as the blade came to rest close to her neck. She mused it was strange nobody ever turned stock still when confronted by safety scissors.
Marie smiled gleefully as she let the blade travel to the stretched material between her captives breasts. This was something she had looked forward to all day. And the sharp steel started to eat into the elastic fabric, rapidly retreating widening the incision. Revealing more dark fabric and a lot of white flesh. Until finally springing apart entirely leaving her standing in the black fabric of a sports bra filled to bursting.

To say that Marie had deep-seated issues with well-endowed women would be an understatement. Since her time in school she hated women with large breast, always feeling less than adequate with her own endowment. Then she had fallen in love with Alain, but he had only ever had eyes for her big breasted classmates. The self-doubt and feeling of inadequacies had gotten better when her parents had allowed her to join the convent of St. Therese in Lausanne. Where nobody flaunted their bodily assets, and she devoted her live to god and the punishment of wicked women.
Observing this woman for so long had been agony for Marie, she exhibited all the flaunting that had made her younger years so unbearable. But she had known that this day would come, that they would bring her down, that SHE would bring her down. Last night she even had toyed with the idea of playing around with the gag. After all knowing where it would go today, what harm was there if she flavored it a bit of her own. After all she had to go to that horrible shop, with obscenities and filth on every shelf. Did women really use this kind of things on themselves, instead of keeping their bodies chaste for their true love and husbands? Terrified that she could even think about such a thing she stopped herself, and she would confess tomorrow and do penance.

But now she had work to do, she was going to expose this woman, make her stand in the face of god without any disguise. Two quick cuts dealt with the straps of the top, and it fell to the ground. Next the straps of the sports bra fare the same fate, the whole bra just being held in place by the elastic material stretching over the chest. With relish, she slipped the blade in and cut it between the breasts. Revealing a pair of very firm breast with barely any sagging as the bra came away. In reality, they were only solid C cups, but to Marie they were humongous and vulgar. Topped by brown nipples and areolae, if their captive was embarrassed by having her breasts revealed in front of four strangers, three of them men, she didn't show it. Her eyes blazed more with anger, as Marie's eyes met hers lightning flashed outside and there was a scarlet light reflected for a fraction of a second in her eye.

Marie didn't bother with any more waiting, and began removing shoes and socks, before slicing off the dark stretch pants. Leaving the chained woman in just a pair of leopard mesh panties. Seeing a different color than black almost came as a shock to Marie. She didn't even wait for any prompting of Father di Giacomo and immediately cut those garish things off. She then stepped away allowing everybody a good look.

Father di Giacomo looked at the woman in chains and found her to look even fitter without clothes than before. She had excellent muscle tone and showed proportions that looked perfect, but without any hint of artificiality. The pubic mound had been shaved save for such a thin strip of hair, that it wasn't serving any purpose at all other than pointing directly to the prominent labia below. In the light of the powerful lamps he saw something glittering between her breasts. He stepped closer to have a better look and found a round amulet dangling from a necklace. Upon closer inspection it revealed to be inscribed with a pentagram, causing intense satisfaction when he saw it. A further nail for this already very convincing case.
Satisfied he turned around and begin issuing orders. "Marie, please remove that ridiculous bushel of hair down there. Schneider and Paolo please start with the search for demonic and satanic marks on her body. Please be thorough we do not want to miss anything."

Peter Schneider had no idea what to look for, but still did his best to check every square centimeter of the naked body in front of him. He was astonished about how many more places Nunes knew to look at. It was quite naturally to check below the hair, behind the ears, between the toes on and below the breasts. But Nunes taught him on how to spread her ass cheeks apart and check the skin normally hidden. Similarly, there was a surprising amount of skin to be found by prying open her vagina, or pulling on the labia. Nobody could fault Nunes' thoroughness, and he also insisted on Peter checking himself as well. All in the purpose of training and education.

Marie had done a thorough job removing the remaining pubic hair, but as this had been a dry shaving, the skin looked red and irritated. Once when lightning had struck outside, Peter Schneider believed to have seen overwhelming anger in the eyes that appeared to flash scarlet. But also on this now entirely denuded mound they couldn't find any markings. As they reported their findings to di Giacomo the father recommended the application of some stimulus to nipples and clitoris, seeing if this was a scandalous woman responding to sin.

Peter was going to approach, but Nunes blocked his way, saying that this needed an experienced touch. The experienced touch consisted of rolling motions with thumb and forefinger on each nipple until they had both elongated considerably. Schneider still didn't see any demonic markings.
Without any haste Nunes then continued to work their prisoner’s sex, causing this time the clitoris to swell and become more pronounced. Still no markings. This didn't stop Nunes to proclaim, that the suspect was in his words a "horny bitch, getting wet at the slightest touch. And that he was convinced she had congregate with all kinds of beings." Di Giacomo took that information in and accepted it as part of the procedure.

"It looks as if we need to proceed to the questioning of the prisoner." he stated "Marie please remove the gag"
After the gag was removed and their captive had silenced the stream of insults from the suspect with a couple of slaps in the face, he asked in formal tone "Are you ready to confess to your sins witch?"
"Not in your live time."
"So you refuse to confess, it will be the only way to save your immortal soul. It is my holy duty to make you see the error in your ways. Marie would you please show her the devices."

Marie approached them with a tray containing something that looked like three old-fashioned hand grenades or diminutive bowling pins. They were made of brass and had a handle at one side. Di Giacomo took one of it and held it close to his prisoners face.
"You might not know what this is. This little mechanical piece of art is called the pear of anguish. They are designed to be inserted into the body of the interrogated, that is going to be you in this case. This handle here at the back can be turned" He did so and the bulbous head began to split in three petals moving outward. "As you can see this will open quite far, causing softer tissue to rip and bones to be displaced or broken. Everybody speaks of them as very painful, and in my line of work very effective and convincing. I will allow you to come to your own conclusions on why we have brought three of these devices."

Marie had followed the explanation with interest, but was disturbed that there was no look of horror on the captives face, in fact she looked quite haughty. She then had an idea on how to fix that.
"Father di Giacomo, I think we have overlooked on spot where the satanic mark might be hidden."
"Then please let me share in your insight"
"Her head, I think its hidden under her hair, we should shear that off as well." Marie wasn't certain about demonic marks, but she was dead certain that once that pretty hair was gone, the smug look would vanish as well.
"It's worth the try" di Giacomo sighed.

With delight Marie went to fetch some shears and di Giacomo thought he saw a flash of scarlet in the with his eyes. The damned thunderstorm was playing tricks with his eyes. He stepped over to discuss with Paolo and Schneider the next steps, using the pears was going to make a big racket.

"STOP, stay right there girl!"
It was the voice of their captive, but it had a ring of absolute authority. While he turned round to see what was happening the voice spoke again
"Father di Giacomo do you know what the biggest danger in witch hunting is?"
The picture Di Giacomo saw was bizarre, Marie stood with the shears raised and didn't move at all.
"Let me tell you Father di Giacomo, the biggest danger is if you actually find one."

Prisoner had kept her head hanging down, now she raised it. And di Giacomo’s heart froze her eyes were glowing with scarlet fire, her hair flowing as if there was a breeze and on her forehead there was a glowing sigil. A sigil in the angelic script di Giacomo had to study in seminary. It said a single word, or more precisely it was a single name it said Lasciel. Also known as Lasciel the temptress, a name not known to many. After all most people knew only one of the fallen Angels, but when Lucifer fell, he was not alone. And he and his team were now in the presence of one of the fallen Angels possessing this woman.

Schneider and Nunes tried to rush her, not knowing what they were dealing with. But with a single glance she froze them in place as well. She shook here wrists and the manacles on her hands and feet fell away. Looking straight at di Giacomo she spoke, and his blood turned cold.
"This all was fun, until your little darling was going to mess with my hair, I take that personal. And now we are going to balance some scales here. But on my terms. Kneel!"

To be continued.

[Claire]

Uhh, I like that twist. Now I am really curious how this will end. I think we might get some action next chapter, but it will be among our friends from the inquisition. I don't see this ending well for Marie... But will you dare to include some forced homosexual acts between Paolo, Peter and di Giacomo? You got me excited! And will we get some magic in the mix to humiliate them further? Maybe she will shrink Marie's breasts even further to get back at her for trying to cut of her hair?

Btw, I love our witch's attitude here: Do with my body what you want, but don't you dare touch my hair! It got personal in that moment. I'm not sure what I would like more here. There being an actual reason for this, like her hair containing part of her magical power as it is sometimes the case in fantasy stories, or this just her being vain.

[Shocker]

@Claire I have a fondness of playing with my readers expectations. The team of the inquisition has done everything to cow her into submission. All those techniques are well known from history, and as mentioned invented by men to have their way with problematic women.
You can interpret her reactions as you please, but I think the spark for this story was a conversation in which the following sentence fell “If you mess with my hair, I’ll fucking kill you”. So it’s just personal, all the other techniques fail because she isn’t ashamed of her body. See the contrast to Marie.

So I’m curious what you will think of the finale. I’ll post that tomorrow.

[Shocker]

Chapter 3

The command had barely time to reverberate in the room as the four Inquisitors dropped to their knees. Their faces showing a mixture of confusion and fury, but they obeyed. It wasn't that Lasciel had expected any kind of different outcome. During the whole sordid process she had sunk her mental hooks into the mind of each of her “captors", and there would be no way they could disobey a direct command.

They were a pitiful bunch, believing in outdated methods, stripping your captive to make her feel defensive, touch and fondle her publicly. Those were things that might have worked in the Middle Ages with chaste maidens unknown to the ways of the world. And even then it would likely not have been enough to intimidate somebody with real power. But today, Lasciel was way too proud of her body to be ashamed of it, and being touched without her permission was annoying but not debilitating. If there was any question about how effective stripping was as a method of subduing, it only needed to be looked right now as four fully clad people kneeled before the only nude one in the room.

But they had inconvenienced her and she would not let that slide. She took stock of the people in front of her. The priest was a typical representative of his uptight profession, all talk and believe in his authority. The woman seemed to seriously dislike her, and that was even before she had forced her to the ground. The other two men, seemed to be suffering from sexual tensions. They had clearly enjoyed having their way with her bound body. If circumstances were different, she wouldn't have minded attention by either of them, but an example had to be made. And as Catholics they surely were sexually frustrated enough, to use it against them. Same with the priest and the woman, well it was time to demonstrate who was the Alpha in the room.

Lasciel pointed at the prostrate form of Father di Giacomo. "Priest, crawl over here, and beg for my forgiveness" and she pointed to spot at her feet.
She projected to him mentally how this begging ought to look like. It would be more efficient as demonstration if the others didn't know what was coming. From the hate in his eyes, Lasciel could see that the message had been received, but he still was approaching her on his knees. When he finally had made the interminable long distance of a few feet. He bent over and began kissing her feet. His team members watched the performance in shock, with eyes widening even more as Lasciel widened her stance, and he began kissing the inside of her legs getting higher and higher.

Shortly before he reached her crotch she said "Now Pietro you will serve me fully, and not stop pleasuring me until I have cum over your face."
The poor priest obeyed taking a low position between her legs, head leaned far into the neck, the nose buried between her cheeks and the tongue furiously, licking and lapping. She mentally directed his actions, she actually had to because as oral pleaser he had no experience at all. Forcing him to extend his tongue deep inside her, to taste her in full. It was not a dignified position for the good father, but she hadn't intended it be. She managed to hold her own enjoyment back, so that the arrogant prick would have to work at it. But ultimately with a sound of joy she christened him by squirting all over his face, then forbade him to wipe it off.

Lasciel stepped away from the slumping form of di Giacomo and pointed at the other three. They still knelt as ordered with terror in their eyes. Having seen their leader submitted to this degradation, had shaken their world. The woman they had firmly believed to be in their power had turned the tables, and now they were at her mercy. For physical impressive men as Paolo and Schneider, it was particularly frightening that their bodies followed commands, despite their minds protested, but try as they might, they could not get up on their own will.

"You three get up on your feet and line up. One of each of the men next to this little darling here" Lasciel spoke with a creepy sweetness in her voice. She had enjoyed the last view minutes, but there were more things to do before she could leave this place fully satisfied.
The three witch hunters lined up as requested, glad to have at least for this activity the use of their bodies again. Schneider and Paolo tried to stand close to Marie, to giver her the comfort of their presence. The reassurance was short-lived.
"How nice this show of solidarity. Well you can continue with this, you will help that bitch out of her clothes. And with help I mean, you will rip every stitch off her body. If there is a single piece of clothing left that can be worn afterward, you will feel my displeasure. I think thirty seconds should be ample time for two such fine specimens to get that simple job done."

A look of Terror appeared on Marie's face, only to be intensified as she felt a hand grabbing her blouse and turning her towards Paolo. With a loud ripping sound he tore it open. Revealing smallish breasts held entirely unnecessarily in a plain white bra. From behind she felt Schneider's hands ripping her ankle length skirt apart before yanking it of her body. She stood now only clad in shoes, pantyhose and underwear in front of her teammates. Neither of them had ever seen her undressed, no man had. Paolo grabbed for the crotch of the pantyhose and ripped it apart revealing a pair of extremely conservative cotton panties, matching the white bra. The remnants of the hose, were quickly discarded, while taking care of the shoes at the same time.

Schneider meanwhile unhooked the bra and exposed the small pink tipped breasts. Lasciel thought those were A cup at best. A look in Marie's face showed that the little makeup she wore, was losing a battle with the tears now streaming silently form her face. Lasciel thought "If she thinks this is worth crying over, she is going to be in for a big surprise." Loud she said "Come on boys, this is taken long enough, get the panties of this cunt."

Still forced to follow her commands both men grabbed for the last garment protecting Marie's modesty and started pulling. The sturdy cotton fabric was no match to the two strong men.
Marie was now standing there fully naked, unable to move her hands to cover herself. Lasciel eyed her, making sure to put derision in her eyes, when looking at the small breasts, especially with the nipples beginning to harden in the cold air. As her eyes wandered down a smooth belly she noticed a huge mass of dark brown curly hair covering all the pubic mound and sex.
"Now I see why you did such a poor job, shaving me, you clearly didn't have much practice. I wonder if anyone had ever looked closely at that pathetic body of yours."
Directing her gaze at the two men. "You two, one under each arm and each on grab a leg. Let's see if there is anything of worth to her."



They complied and swept Marie of her feet, each of them supporting her on their shoulders and holding a thigh in the other hand. It looked as if Marie was lying in a somewhat uncomfortable hammock. Lasciel flared up. "I thought it was clear what I wanted, spread the damn bitches legs, and do it wide. I want her cunt out in the open. Just think of her as with to be inspected. Yes, I like that thought, for the rest of the night, you will treat her as a witch, you will know who she is, but all your actions against her will be as if she was a captured witch. So none of this gentle treatment, spread those legs until she squeals."
The faces of the men hardened, but they complied. Marie did not squeal, but shrieked with pain as her thighs were suddenly forced wide apart. And now even the dense pelt of pubic hair parted show succulent dark pink flesh. Lasciel wrinkled her nose before speaking.
"Di Giacomo, come over here. As you are now such an expert with the female anatomy, I have another job for you."
Di Giacomo approached, his chin still glistening with moisture. Lasciel pointed between the spread thighs of Marie. "Go on father, somewhere in that mess there is a cunt, I want you to find it and push your finger in there."

Marie's face reddened with shame as she felt the fathers fingers probing, between her legs, until he found her labia. Parting them with an index finger and pushing forward, until he met resistance.
"What is it priest I have said put your finger into her, not just a knuckle."
"I can't go any further, she is virgo intacta." The priest sobbed.
"Really a virgin at that age, you Catholics are just crazy. But then again, I don't think a man could find his way there in the first place with all this hair. Well little girl let me show you how it is done. Take your fingers out there di Giacomo if you do not want to lose them." Lasciel cupped her right hand and concentrated for a second, and suddenly a sphere of flame, no larger than a golf ball was hovering in her palm. Which she then moved towards Marie’s crotch.

Multiple things happened, Marie tried to struggle against Schneider and Nunes’ Grip, but failed. Her eyes wide with shock she felt heat spreading over her body, and the smell of burnt hair filled the air in the barn. With great delicacy Lasciel maneuvered the sphere over her victims' abdomen, the fine hair crackling and curling, as they melted or turned to ash. It wasn't neat process, the result looked quite stubbly, but within three minutes she had reduced the big bush to a smelly mess of a few crinkling missed hairs covering inflamed skin. It turned out that Marie had very slim labia, with the inner lips entirely hidden inside. But in this spread position her clitoral hood was fully visible.
Satisfied with her work Lasciel announced that it was now time to get the party really started.

She ordered Marie onto her knees with the eyes looking straight ahead. The men were ordered to line up in front of her, putting her face approximately on crotch level. Before ordering them to strip one after each other. Always making sure that Marie were getting an eyeful of her nude colleagues, all of them excited despite the circumstances. To her surprise Lasciel learned that once all four of them were equally naked, the subduing of them due to their unused nudity worked quite well. She decided it must be a conscience thing, something she never had to worry about.
"So my little cunt whom do you think of these fine gentlemen has the biggest cock?"
Marie was taken aback by the question, but was forced to answer "I think Paolo's, his is a bit bigger than Major Schneider's"
"I agree the good Father clearly did draw the short straw here." Lasciel laughed with evil mirth. "I feel a bit generous tonight, would you like a small measure of mercy from me?"
"Yes, please. I will do anything."
"That goes without saying, as if you could do any different. Here is what we do. You may try to escape out of that door. It's after all only ten strides away. If you make it, the four of you are free to go."
"And if I fail?" Marie asked with hope in her eyes?
Lasciel now addressed the whole room. "When I snap my finger you will be free to move, all of you. Marie will try to escape, the rest of you will stop her, pin her to the floor and take her by force."
The hope in Marie's face faded away.
"As this is going to be her first carnal knowledge, it shall be a memorable one. Paolo will take her precious virginity. Leaving for the good Major the backdoor, certainly similarly untouched. I expect you to be rough with her, you will show no mercy or consideration. The father will help you pin her down, as his equipment, seems to be only suitable to muffle some cries."

SNAP
For a second nobody moved, and then Marie shot up and darted towards the door. She had made half the distance before she heard the others moving. Steps coming closer, but she was only on big stride left to the door, as suddenly a hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backwards. She fell on her back and found over her the face of Paolo, his face distorted with lust and rage. She felt somebody grabbing her wrists and pulling her even further away from the door. Paolo let go of her hair and got on top of her, forcing his knees between her legs, forcing them open again. She struggled and screamed but to no avail. The next thing she felt was pain, as Paolo entered her, ripping her open. The virtue of her virginity that she had treasured for so long was ripped away in shreds from her. The pain of being dry fucked by a such a massive organ was almost unbearable. It didn't take long before she felt something hot erupting deep inside her. Paolo withdrew and she felt relieve.

The relief turned to horror as she was flipped on her stomach. She and apparently Schneider remembered the second part of Lasciel’s orders. Marie thought about how painful the sex in her vagina had been, and that orifice was designed for this act, but Schneider was going to sodomize her. Her cheeks were spread apart, and she felt something pressing against the soft tissue of her asshole, increasing in pressure. Then two people howled in pain.

Lasciel grinned at the sounds of pain, stupid kids, dry fucking a pussy was ok. But trying to force into an ass without any lubrication was painful for all involved. Still she enjoyed the gradual destruction of this team, after this night they would never be able to work together again. The woman's face was a mask of pain, while in di Giacomo's eyes failure and shame were dominant. The soldier continued to plow that ass, perhaps having created some lubrication by ripping the tender tissue. He shot his load inside his teammate.
Lasciel felt it was time to give them a bit more direction. "Very nice, but don't you think it unfair for only one to play. I'm sure she is woman enough for the three of you? You are going to start plugging all her holes at once. Schneider, since you just performed so admirably, you may use her mouth instead. I'm sure she will appreciate the special flavor of your cock."
"First you will maintain a strict rotation, whoever was in her ass, will go to her mouth next. We don't want to risk an infection after all. Second rule Schneider was the last to cum in any other hole than her cunt. After all your ilk is always proclaiming that sex is only there for procreation. If you feel you are ready to cum, and not in there, call for a rotation, or two if necessary. You will continue to do her until your limp dicks won't get up any longer."

They looked back at her trying to defy her, but failed. Their will was nothing against hers. Lasciel found a bail of hay to settle and enjoy the show. It was a pretty pitiful picture seeing the three men trying to arrange themselves in such a fashion that they could avail themselves to all of Marie's holes. The face she made when Schneider’s cock, covered in her own filth, blood and his semen entered her mouth was priceless. Up to this point Marie had maintained a shred of self-respect, but this was now also pounded away. Di Giacomo and Nunes got themselves organized as well, with the good father apparently opting for Marie's ass first. They slammed into her body in unison, but all screams of pain and protest were effectively muffled by Schneider's dick in her mouth, or as she noticed upon a closer look down her throat more precisely. It was a sign of Schneider's stamina that he was the first to cry for "rotation" to unload into her womb.

It was the first of 14 more calls of the night, leaving Marie a dirty mess, her sex and anus gaping open, with the first leaking copious amount of cum. The three men lay exhausted on the ground. Lasciel had busied herself with one of the Jerry cans of gas the witch hunters had brought with them. Emptying it over the men's discarded clothes. She then walked over to the group lying on the floor. Grabbing Marie by the hair and whispered in her ear.
"I'm going to leave you in a few moments cunt, but I have a last task and choice for you. The task is simple, you are going to introduce those three assholes over there to your pears of agony, I want full insertion, and full opening of the devices."
There had been a particular emphasis on asshole. "Once you have done that you will have to make a choice. I reckon, you folks had planned on burning down this place with me inside of it. As you can see I have decided to use the gas, it will be up to you to decide if there is going to be somebody in the barn, and if you are going to burn it."
Marie tried to form a question, but her lips didn't work.
"It's entirely up to you, they have raped you, one of them is going to be the daddy of your baby, I'm sure of it. I don't think you will get an abortion, not with your crowd. Just think of all the questions that need to be answered when you leave here."

Lasciel got up and dropped a book of matches next to Marie's face, before strolling confidently out into the night. Hoping that somebody had left a coat in the car, or this would be a cold drive back home. She was in luck, somebody had left a trench coat, which she slipped on before getting in the van driving away. She vaguely wondered if she would read about a barn fire in tomorrow's paper. But then chided herself, tomorrow she would be gone, she had to change her identity, even going back to her apartment posed a sever risk, not knowing if they had reinforcements there. She would just slink away into the night, and later draw on the funds she had hidden in several accounts over the time she had lived. After all she was quite a bit older than she looked, so the vanishing act was well practiced. On a random hunch she decided the Netherlands sounded like a good place to go. She hadn't lived on a houseboat for quite some time. She started to whistle and enjoy herself on the drive back to Geneva.

THE END

[Claire]

I love that complete turnaround. Overall, this story serves quite well as the beginning to a larger tale of Lasciel's exploits. I enjoy her vibe. I could see some story about her in the middle ages, then maybe tell us a bit about what she's doing in the Netherlands. I think this is a world that deserves some more exploration. And narratively, I could see something interesting come out of her meeting someone who is her equal. But for the introduction oh her character, this display of power was perfect.