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......

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