9 

The sun continued its path across the sky and Nuala was bored. Bored and she ached in every muscle in her body. Her backside was numb from the seat. Her feet ached from the shoes and there was nothing to do. She was also hungry.

Eventually she began to nod off; as her head began to slump forward she was jerked back to a hyper alert state. Footsteps were coming along the stone floor outside the cell. Her skin prickled as all the downy hairs on her arms jumped to attention on top of the goose bumps. Now she heard the step she was no long sure she wanted someone to come in, but there was nothing she could do about it either way. So she sat there and listened.

The footsteps became louder and louder until they reached the cell door. They then stopped and there was silence. Nuala held her breath listening as hard as she could for the slightest whisper of a sound. The seconds clicked by like minutes  as she strained to hear something Her eyes began to water as she refused to blink boring holes into the cell door. Suddenly the cover over the spy hole slammed back and an eye pressed to the void. She stared intently at the eyeball which swept  around the room before settling on her where she still sat tying to get comfortable in the chair. Nuala stared back at the disembodied eye. Just as the first tear breached the lid of her right eye, the shutter slammed back across in front of the eye and Nuala blinked.

Nuala’s eyes fluttered blinking away the dryness that comes from refusing to blink. The sound of the lock echoed around the room and the door swung inwards to reveal Matthew Hopkins The Witch Finder General. 

Matthew walked into the cell and pushed the door closed behind him. Nuala watched intently noting that there was no lock on the inside so the door must still be unlocked. Maybe this was her chance. Matthew moved into the cell and stood leaning against the wall. “I’ve come to hear you confess your sins. Then I will help you atone for them.”

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?” snapped Nuala, having finally lost her cool

“I’m Matthew Hopkins, you know this.”

“Yes, yes, but… What are you?”

“I’m the Witch Finder General” said Matthew in a tone that would normally be reserved for a particularly slow child

Nuala rolled her eyes, “Yes, I know that! But WHAT are you?”

“Like I said Nuala, I am the Witch Finder General. My job is to hunt out witches and see that they pay for their evil with their lives.”

“I know you are not human. And you know I am not a Witch”

“You are evil and you must pay for your crimes” said Matthew. As he spoke he placed his right foot in front of his left and pulled his boot off with his toes. Taking his wait off the wall he reversed the process and pulled off the other boot. As he bent over and moved them to the side of the cell he said, “Now, I am here to take your confession and give you the opportunity to atone for your sins.” Matthew looked at Nuala as he took hold of the waste band of his pants. Slowly but forcefully he popped the buttons of his fly, one… by… one… With each pop, Nuala jumped. He dropped them to the floor then stepped out of them, kicking them to one side. “Now get on your knees and atone for your sins.” When Nuala didn’t move, Matthew reached out and grabbed the hair on the back of her head dragging her forward and pressing her face to his crotch. Nuala turned her head as best she could passing her lips together, but it was futile, he was stronger and her magic was blocked. When he took hold of her nose, squeezing her nostrils closed, she closed her eyes with dread and disgust. He pulled her head against himself and she could feel the swelling in his groin. Her lungs began to burn with the need to breath, but with his cock pressed close to her lips she fought it with all her might squeezing her eyes shut, fighting the inevitable. As she opened her mouth to take a breath he jerked her head and before she’d finished breathing out his cock was in. Already stiffening, she tried to close her mouth on him, tried to bite him. 

Instead of achieving the desired effect and have him withdraw he said scornfully, “You stupid wench. I’ve had many-a Witch try to bite off my cock whilst atoning for her sins over the centuries.” and with that he pushed his every hardening cock deeper into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.  The gag reflex overrode her desire to bite off the invading cock and as she retched she straightened her neck and opened her throat and mouth wide. Using both hands he pulled her head deep into his crotch ignoring her retching and choking as he raped her mouth and throat. He continued his relentless assault on her keeping her airway blocked and she soon passed out having held her breath for so long. This was only momentary respite from her ordeal, as he withdrew to let her breathe once more. He was taking his pleasure but he wanted her to suffer all the way through.  

Her rape didn’t last too long, only a couple of minute. Minutes that felt like a life time to Nuala. But soon enough he pulled his cock out grabbing it whist still holding her hair and sprayed his seed all over her chin and top. Nuala flopped sideways onto her buttock and supported herself against the wall. As Matthew pulled on his pant and boots he said. “You’ll thank me for opening your throat for you tomorrow. You’re going to need it as open as possible when the noose begins to tighten around your pretty little neck.”