The girl lifted her head lowly and looked at him through tear-filled eyes. She drew breath at what she saw, he was stripped to the waist, his bronzed muscular chest portraying the power his body possessed but it was the size of his erection that stunned her to silence.

Long and thick it jutted out and up from the front of his breeches like a flag pole, the gnarled shaft and great bulbous head a fearsome and terrifying sight to any women let alone one so young. It bounced slightly in hard erection as the man walked to the left-hand wall of the forge and selected a long and thin twig of whippy birch. His great cock swung as he turned and then the girl began to scream as he advanced on her.

“Witch,” he panted excitedly and raised the cane above his shoulder. “Dirty little slut, witch.”

Her whole body jolted violently under the savage impact as the brutal lash tore at the tender flesh of her upper thigh. Her mouth gaped, working like a silent puppet, her eyes locked wide in disbelieving terror as the agonising pain burned deep down into her upper leg.

It was several long and sweet seconds of bliss for him, watching her expression change from one of shock to horror and then the high-pitched screaming began. His cock reared in reaction to the wailing she gave and the way her body bucked and thrashed against the ropes delighted him more so. He lashed in again, a backhanded swing this time that cut savagely across the outside of her other thigh to leave a vivid red stripe on her pale skin.

The girl went into a series of body jerking convulsions as the agonising pain tore through her limb, her legs paddling uselessly in the air as she screamed her pain to the silent barn.

Around her he moved, laying lash after lash of the cane on her lower body in a heated assault of sexually fuelled arousal. It was a ferocious attack of sheer wanton sadism, the thin cane cutting at her buttocks hips and upper thighs in a moving circle of constant pain to blotch her pale skin red. Deep blue and purple marks appeared, her tender skin bruising almost immediately under the powerful lashes of the hard cane. His cock reared and jerked with each satisfying thwack of the cane on her, responding to the pitiful wailing the girl was giving and the jolting of her body under each slamming impact. To her front he moved, applying special attention to the tender fronts of her upper thighs as well as her pussy mound and puffy lips. The Witch Hunter then aimed at her little bud of a clitoris, wickedly whipping the jutting bud in a cruel onslaught of pumping sexual thrill, the little numb of flesh beaten time and again by the hard, thin shaft of the stinging cane.

On and on the assault went, he lashed in hard and fast in a wild battering of her sex, leaning into the swings to add momentum and force to his lashes. Only when the girl slumped into semi-consciousness did he relent and stood back panting hard with pre-lubrication oozing from the eyehole of his cock.

“Well witch?” he finally said as his breathing became steadier and the girl began to rouse back to her senses. “Do you confess?”

The groggy-minded girl hesitated, her sobbing punctuated by deep intakes of breath as she tried to cope with the searing pain as well as answer him.

“No, sire,” she blurted. “I am but an innocent maiden.”

His head threw back and he laughed loudly in mockery.

“No longer a maiden I think. With your virginity gone no man will want to be your husband and your life as a social outcast virtually assured.”

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