The Witchcraft Trials (Closed)

"I told you the only way the church recognizes," Smythe said, the cold in his voice returning. He watched her once more on her knees in front of him. At least this time he did not jerk back in horror at the very sight of her. Instead Smythe allowed her to kneel rather close to him, her folded hands almost against his crotch.

The day's light began to fade in the small cottage. Smythe could see a few candles set for night light. He took it upon himself to go around and light them. He stopped at the last candle, staring down at the flame's flicker. His face drew the shadows of the room, and the silence stretched on between them.

"The devil's mark lies in your..." He pointed between her legs, his quivering lips almost afraid to say it.

"Someone has tried, or is trying to seduce you. They use their pull of the devil to have you powerless to resist a man's touch. Could you feel it, when you were lying in that position, a strange feeling of wanting it to continue?"

He would guide her now, to the correct way of thinking.

"Perhaps... perhaps we could find out the origin of your curse. I would, need to do more testing. I would need to touch you again. Would you let me touch you, Sarah Goodman?"
 
Sarah stood up as he walked towards the candles and used her arms to cover herself as she looked down at her feet ashamed of having the mark. “I...I don't know who that person would be..” she said softly, afraid for her future, afraid that she might be killed. Her hand covered her mound more securely as he said that her mark lied there.

She nodded her head and blushed as he asked if she had felt the urges that she felt. It was strange and she didn't know how to feel about it. Her cheeks blushed and she only looked up when he said that there may be a way to help her. She remained where she was but nodded her head yes.

“Yes Mr. Smythe, I will do anything to be rid of this horrible affliction...”
 
She stood beside him a picture of innocence, shyly covering her shame. He enjoyed it far too much when her cheeks turned a bright crimson at his vulgar words. He wondered if she secretly enjoyed or dreaded the feelings her body was forcing her to have. He would find out soon enough.

"Good. Your help is most important, Sarah. We can get to the bottom of this, I promise you, rid you of such a terrible affliction."

Smythe walked over to the table and began to undress. He took off his hat and coat, folding it neatly across the back of a chair. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, handing it to Sarah to fold.

"This first part of finding the cure is to recreate the situation that brings it out. It seems to be a sexual mark, so to discover its origin, I will need to arouse you further."

He used a chair for support as he peeled off his boots, placing them side by side next to the table. He quickly undid his belt buckle, shaking off his pants. Once more he handed them to Sarah to fold. Once he finally shed himself from his underwear he stood before her completely naked.

Smythe was not an attractive man, he had an average face, bulbous nose and defined cheekbones. He never swayed many heads, but he didn't turn any away either. His body was lean with some definition of muscle here and there.

Still, he stood before her tall and proud. He did not cower at his own humility, he felt just as comfortable in clothes as out of them.His cock still remained aroused from his recent touching of Sarah, half engorged, red and pulsing now with renewed excitement being released.

"Look at me," He dared her, "Tell me what it brings out in you. I must know these feelings if I am to help you."
 
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Sarah blinked and blushed hotly as Smythe unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to her. She took to the task of folding it neatly, it was an excuse to not look at him or be shocked that he had done so. Soon she was handed her pants and she got even more uneasy and blushed even hotter. She had never seen a man without a shirt before, much less no pants. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, it was simply too embarrassing.

She folded his pants and put them on the chair with his shirt. She only looked at him when she was commanded to do so. She slowly turned her face to look at his body, now new in front of her. She looked him up and down and saw his erect member. When he asked her how it made her feel, she wasn't entirely sure.

“It....it...makes me feel....odd....” she paused and blushed hotly, “and curious..” she confessed to him.
 
"Curious," Smythe repeated the word softly, as if trying it out for himself. He rather enjoyed that word. It certainly put her in the right frame of mind, despite her bashful demeanor, she certainly did not shy away from him. She almost felt comfortable with her own nakedness now, forgotten in their dance of death and sex.

Smythe reached for her hand, gripping it and pulling it away from her own sex. His grip was like iron, pulling her delicate fingers until they brushed the hood of his cock.

It responded, a small trickle of movement, growing undeath such a simple touch. Smythe enjoyed feeling it swell pulsing with an excitement he had not felt in quite some time. He shuddered inwardly.

"Is it arousal, like before," He stepped closer to her now, their bodies almost touching. He looked down at her, piercing her eyes with his own locked intensity. Those crimson cheeks of her looked so red he wondered if they would ever return to their normal color. Perhaps in some heat of passion she would forget her modesty, but he hoped not.

Her innocence is what made her so sweet.

"You may touch me, Sarah. Find out what this odd feeling is. Describe it to me. It is the only way I can help you."
 
Sarah felt uneasy about what was going on. She was unsure of what was going on or why. When he brushed her hand against him, she was shocked and looked up at him. He in turn, glared down into her eyes, banishing any thought of her questioning his methods.

After a few moments of hesitation, she tried to do as she was instructed. Her hand reached out and gently touched his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and moved it up and down curiously, slowly. “It feels so hot....and is so hard, but velvety at the same time...” she said curiously. “Something about it being hard is exciting to me, but I don't know why..” she explained as her innocent eyes looked up into his.

“Does it hurt?”
 
Smythe felt her naive fingers curl around his cock. It was the simple touch that aroused him so, expert fingers could not turn on a man so much as the first tentative touch of a virgin, the innocent curiosity to try something new. Smythe let out a silent moan when he felt her grip the head of his cock.

"No, it doesn't hurt," For the first time the stern dominance left his voice, replaced by a whimper of desire overcoming him. Smythe bit his lower lip, eyes half closed as he let her continue to explore.

"You like it when I get hard?" He thrust his cock against her closed palm, feeling the fristion of her hand against him. His cock responded, swelling further with the friction. The head began to weep a small sliver of cum.

"Get down on your knees," He urged, "Tell me more. Where is this arousal coming from, what do you feel? What else do you wish to do?"
 
She wondered why he reacted the way he did to her touch, and again wondered if this was something she should be doing. It didn't seem very godly, but at the same time, if he were a man of the cloth then he would know what was good for her. After all, she wanted to be saved, she had no desire to burn.

She knelt down as instructed, feeling it was some sign that she was doing what she should, after all, one did kneel when they prayed. Her fingertip circled the head of his cock, moving the pre-cum around on his head, making it slick and shiny.

She looked up at him as he questioned her. “I...I wonder was this slick fluid is....I wonder why it's coming out...” she told him. Being totally ignorant of the ways of man, she didn't know what else to wonder, what else to think. “I don't know much other than my body seems to respond to see you...this way..” She then tentatively stuck her tongue out and let the tip flick over the tip of his cock, and then pulled her head back.

“It's salty...and a little sweet...how strange..”
 
The flick of her pink tongue coming out to sample his seed was a surprise. His cock responded though, pulsing against her touch once more. He kept finding these moments in her tentative touchings where he was completely powerless. She held all the control so long as she continued to arouse his cock.

"It is my seed," He said, trying to speak through another wave of pleasure that made his toes curl. He found that he would need to sit down pretty soon, his own legs might not be able to hold his weight.

"It should bring something forth within you. Fornication often leads to a man's seed being spilled, and if you are bewitched this is what you truly desire. You should taste more."

He pressed the head of his cock against her soft lips, looking down at her, admiring her. He had to pull back her hair from her face, watching more of her as she continued to play.
 
Sarah listened to him, surprised to find out what the sweet salty fluid was. When he pressed his cock against her lips, she thought she was supposed to taste it again, to see if she liked it, or if it caused feelings in her. Because of this, she flicked her tongue out and gave the head of his cock slow long licks. After a few moments, she put the whole head in her mouth and sucked on it gently as she withdrew it from her mouth.

She looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “I like the way it feels on my tongue...the texture and heat of your skin...” she said, a little worried. “The taste is sweet but I'm not sure how much I like it. I don't dislike it....” she said as she inspected him further. “Is there another test I should try?” she asked.
 
"Another test?" He shot a look down at her, unsure what she meant. Her eyes were expressive, running through the gamut of emotions. She looked to him as if he had every answer in the world. Smythe enjoyed that look far too much.

"This doesn't seem to be working. I am not arousing you."

He took a step from her, his cock springing from her eager touch and falling down between his legs. It still throbbed an angry red there, a thick member eager for the sweet girl's touch. It would not be long before he could ask her to do anything, already somewhere inside there came this struggle of what felt good versus what should be done.

"Back on the bed. Lie down on your back this time. Spread your legs for me. I need to see your shame, Sarah Goodman."

He wondered just how much she would do for him.

"You remember my touch upon you, how good it felt? I want to see if you can do that yourself, cause these own forbidden desires to come up. You are to touch yourself, Sarah. Touch yourself for me..."

He idly stroked his cock, watching her.
 
Sarah wasn't sure how to feel about what he was asking her to do now. She got up hesitantly and walked towards the bed. After a few moments, she laid down as instructed. She moved her hand down, and closed her eyes for a moment. She HAD to do this, or else she would die.

She opened her eyes and let her fingers run along the edge of her lips and then, her finger accidently grazed her clit, causing her to jump a bit. She looked down and then at Smythe.

“It felt very good when I touched myself here...is that bad or good?” she asked and then watched him stroke his cock. Something about him performing that simple motion caused her to bite her bottom lip and she began to slowly finger her clit for the first time.

“I'm wet...and a little sticky down here...” she said in a hoarse voice, truly enjoying her finger tip as it circled her clit.
 
"It's good," Smyth reassured her, mesmerized by her body. She lay at length, her legs spread apart wide enough for her sex to come into full view. He watched her arc her back and let her fingers play against the soft velvet skin of her sex. He found himself stroking his own cock longer, wanting to feel her wrapped around him.

"The more you feel the closer we can get to finding out. Continue," His words were harsher now, orders that she needed to follow.

Smythe reached down to help her, letting one finger run up against her sex. The moisture once more gathered on his finger. He brought it to his lips, sucking his finder the way a man might taste a good wine.

"You taste sweet," He played at the entrance of her dripping cunt as she teased her clit. He touched with a purpose, pulling back her soft folds and once more plunging into the depths of her velvet. His finger was covered in her cum in seconds. He could feel the heat from her the moment her sex parted, a beating furnace of passion there.

"You want something more?" He asked idly, seeing that while her fingers were occupied, her eyes still could not tear themselves away from his cock. It still glistened with his own pre-cum.

"Now you feel it, something more?"
 
Sarah moaned softly as her back arched when he put his finger inside of her. Her nipples hardened instantly and she felt her skin become even more sensitive than before. Out of curiosity she reached up to her breast with her free hand and pinched her nipple lightly. This small motion caused her to moan as her finger moved a little faster over her clit.

“More?” she asked, breathless as her body began to writhe on it's own, her pussy hot and steaming with desire. “I want to lick and suck your....your thing. For some reason I have a strong desire to have it in my mouth....” she paused to moaned and then looked at him again. “It feels really good when anything touches my nipples right now too...” she whimpered.
 
"Oh good," He cooed, watching her began to tremble with desire. Her body had erupted and she hardly know what to do with herself. He watched the simple struggle of a girl unable to get enough sensation, moving her fingers over her body like a new artist learning an instrument, enjoying each vibration that she could ride.

Smythe wasted no time wanting to join her. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, forcing her mouth to the side. His cock once more pressed to her lips. He pushed inside, finally letting go of a moan as he felt her tight lips around his. His bulbous cock slipped into her mouth, small thrusts using her for his own pleasure.

He pinched one of her nipples. It was a hard nub that responded to his touch, he did it again, harder. He kneaded her breast in his hand, his calloused rough hand loving the feel of her, teasing and pinching wherever he touched.

And then between her legs, two fingers slipping into her sex, moving faster now. He pushed in and out of her, a fast quick pace to feel the simple friction of her sex. Her velvet sex tried to grip him, but his fingers were coated with her desire, leaving his touch quick and frantic.

"You must be close," He grinned, looking down at her, every part of her body now responding to him.
 
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Sarah gasped as her mouth was suddenly filled, and then moaned. Her tongue reached out and explored the ridge of his cock, the feeling of it in her mouth as she sucked on it. When he pinched her nipple she moaned loudly, her back arching up wanting more.

Then he started to move his fingers in and out of her virgin pussy. Between that and her own fingers on her clit, she felt something building in her. She pulled her mouth away and panted as she looked her glistening wet pussy.

“I feel something building down there...” she whimpered as her hips moved on their own, “But I don't feel complete..I feel like something is missing...” she told him as she laid back down, letting her tongue flick over his cock as she rubbed her clit.

“I feel empty inside down there...”she whimpered, “Like I need to be filled with something...” she moaned, pinching her own nipple now. She seemed to be lost in a lust that she didn't understand.
 
"That is it," He felt a stirring with him him as her hot mouth left his cock. A feeling of tease, unsatisfaction. Every time he got close something prevented him from being able to satisfy his own urges. It took everything he had to look down at her and continue his own farce.

"That missing, that is the spell upon you. It is asking you to find your mate."

He quickly mounted her in the bed, falling between her spread legs with ease. His erect cock close enough to her open sex that he could feel coming off of it. He bit his lower lip looking down at her now, like this. She was wild, a sheen of sweat all arond her pale skin, her arch backed for him, lips a blood red, niples firm and erect. The smell of sex wafted between them, driving his own actions further.

"We simply need to find the source," He said, looking down at her body. It was obvious this feeling came from her sex. Everything seemed to stem from that one place deep inside, the craving of more stimulation driving them both crazy.

"Let me fuck you," he pinched her hard nipples, the buds still responding to him, "I need to fuck you."
 
She moaned hotly as he pinched her nipples. The feeling of pleasure and pain shot through her. When he used such rough language she got scared.

'I can't! You aren't my husband! I can't be ruined, you said so yourself...I must lay with my husband!!" she told him as she pulled her hands away from her pussy. She ached to be touched, ached for things that she did not know, but she thought that this was something she could not do.

"No...I cannot!" she said as she tried to squirm away.
 
He felt her fight, the first sign of resistance within her. Unfortunately he was already on top of her, even trying to wiggle from his grip made her legs wrap around him, his body shivering when the length of his cock was ground into her sex for the first time.

He didn't care anymore. The ruse was gone. He tore away any pretense at what he was trying to do, wanting to help her, searching for the sin within her own body. The passion driven within him had reached its apex, and now he could only think of sheathing himself inside of her.

Smythe grabbed her shoulder with one hand, keeping her as still as he could, while the other snaked down between them. His cock had touched her sex, but only the long shaft came in contact. He enjoyed seeing a single strand of her glistening sex reaching from his engorged cock to her soft folds.

He aligned himself with her entrance. He ignored the fight, the resistance, the pull of her, the words she said. He ignored everything except the heat of her body and the first touch of her cunt.

With one loud groan he rammed himself inside. He felt the resistance of her body, the purity of her maiden barrier bursting away as he buried himself to the hilt. Their pubic mounds rubbed together as Smythe let out a feral cry of ecstacy, finally finding the sweet pleasure he had longed for since he first came in her.

His hands gripped her, more trying to contrain his own body's wave of ecstatic rush than to simply hold her down. He dug his fingernails into her skin without realized what he was dong.

"Oh yes," He couldn't form words. The thoughts of pleasure only came out as wild groans, animalistic sounds as he rutted against her.
 
Sarah tried to resist, but it was pointless, he was stronger than she was. She felt the tip of his cock touch her and it made her moan, but before she could consider this, he slid down into her, filling her pussy for the very first time. She cried out in initial pain, but soon, the stretching of her virginal canal caused her to moan, it seemed to be the very thing that she was missing.

Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment as her hard nipples brushed against his chest. Her hands moved to his arms, her body shaking slightly in excitement.

When he began to move, she moaned wantonly. The feeling of his cock piercing her was better than any feeling she had ever experienced. His pubic bone ground against her clit making her whimper as he moved.

As he rutted on, her fingers dug deeper into his arms, and then into his back as her breaths started to come faster and fast. “Oh my...something...I don't know...” she said between moans. Her hips started to move back against his as this feeling began to grow deep inside her belly, she wanted it, desperately needed it.

“Oh my GOD!”She screamed out loudly as she came for the very first time. Her tight pussy clamped around his cock milking it as her body jerked and arched underneath him.
 
Smythe didn't quite know when it happened, but one moment he could feel her trying to pull at him, and the next he felt her gripping onto him for dear life. The rhythm he started inside of her, thrusting his cock with the kind of hot passion that only came from the first stumblings of desired sex found a partner. She responded, pushing back on him, pulling him down against her.

And that's when Smythe knew she belonged to him.

He reached down and grabbed the back of her thigh, pulling it high enough so that her leg could wrap around his back. He fucked her, an intense merciless fuck. He crashed into her with quick repeated steps, the way the ocean constantly pounded at the shoreline. It was hard, fast, intense. She kept up with him, encourages his quick and futile thrust inside of her.

And in this vortex of friction between them, he felt her begin to climax. First she shuddered, and then stopped completely, before her own body took over. She clamped down on his cock, gripping him so hard he was unable to move. He thrust against her uselessly. Her sheath clamped down and sent him over the edge.

With a renewed strength Smythe felt his own climax beginning. His grip against the back of her leg tightened, bending her over further as he pounded into her. He could hear their bodies slapping together, smell the acidic sweat and sex ripe in the air, hear her own scream of pleasure and feel his cock as it grew rock hard inside of her, and then released.

He grunted, holding her down as his seed poured into her in thick spurts. The wave of pleasure came back and forth,each time his cock shuddering and moving further within her sex. He buried himself deep and released, a slow shudder coming from the back of his thighs to his forehead.

He stayed buried inside of her, feeling their juices leaking from his still hard cock. He couldn't move, only breathe as his body had spent the last of its strengths.

"Oh my god," He said softly.
 
Sarah cried out as she came, her body seemed to be racked with wave after wave of pleasure that never seemed to end. Just when she thought it might subside, she felt his hot thick ropes of cum unleash deep within her, sending her that much further over the edge.

She finally started to calm down, her breathing was still hard though and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She didn't know what happened or why it happened, but surely if this happened with a man of God, then everything was ok, and she was not the witch he thought she was.

Her breasts were still heaving as she heard him sat “Oh my God”, and she hoped that this was a good thing. All she did know is that she wanted more of this delicious feeling that his cock had placed in her. She wanted more.

“Is...is everything ok?” she asked, a little dazed and a little confused.
 
The world came back to him in a surprising slowness. He felt aware of Sarah's body underneath him, her own fast breath forcing her chest to move up and down, her still perk nipples gliding across his skin in quick successions. She felt warm, and he enjoyed every simple touch she placed on him.

His cock still throbbed with a pleasure, each stirring between them caused another jolt of sensation to shoot through him. At first he thought the sensation was too much, but as it progressed he found it more and more delightful. He couldn't describe it, but all of a sudden he found himself moving on purpose instead of staying still.

She looked up at him, scared and confused. He hadn't expected that. He had taken many girls this way and had vastly different reactions, but never one of concern. He smiled at that. He leaned down and touched her soft lips with his own, kissing her for the first time.

"I am fine," He said, looking down between them. His cock stirred to life now, and he tested himself, pulling away from her body and slowly pushing back in. His cock shuddered and enjoyed the silken sounds of their bodies coming together once more.

He was ready to go again.

He leaned up so that he was kneeling on the beg. He took hold of her thighs and pulled her onto his cock. This way he could look down and see her sex giving into his long strokes. He teased her with a deliberate slow rocking motion, just wanting to see her exposed like this.

"Watch," He urged, looking down between them, his own cock slowly disappearing into her.
 
Sarah was surprised when he started moving again. She wasn't sure what the purpose was, she thought that the act they had just committed would have been able to give him enough evidence that she wasn't a witch. She was about to ask about his findings when he moved and told her to look down.

When she did she saw his cock moving in and out of her. It was glistening with their juices, as was her own sex. She bit her bottom lip as he moved, there was something about him moving in and out of her, watching his cock enter and penetrate her, the excited her. She simply stared at his cock moving in her, enthralled.

“What test is this?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.
 
Smythe found himself working into a rhythm once more. The pulse pounding fury of their first coupling had left him. Now he had time to compose himself. He could easily play with her, watch them joined together. He had time to explore her before he would once more fill her with his seed.

He looked down between them. Their joining. Her soft sex giving way to his glistening cock. He heard her question, but didn't understand it at first. A confused look came over his face, until he realized what she must have meant. She thought they were still trying to find out her weakness.

Unfortunately, Smythe had already fond it.

"Don't worry about it" He said, easing between her legs. He forced her to spread them open wider for him, his hands gripping at her thighs to expose more of herself to him.

"Just let me finish."

He reached down to once more play with her raised nub of her sex.
 
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