Mathew Appletree
Mathew was born with a huge sense of his own importance. To his fellow villagers he appeared to think that the world and all who lived on it were there for his pleasure or convenience. Their sole purpose on the planet was to please him. As a child he never made any lasting friends and tried very little to do so being happy in his own world. When puberty arrived things changed. His demands from his fellow beings took a sinister turn and people shunned him but Mathew was clever. He soon adapted to the new order in his life and outwardly he projected a new persona while inwardly scheming and plotting all the while. His thoughts and cravings became ever darker until the night he carried out his first rape. He left the girl so badly beaten she could remember very little of the ordeal. In future he would leave very little to chance.
He learnt useful trades from the local carpenter and blacksmith who were happy to pass on their skills to a keen young man willing to learn and run errands for them. When they both mysteriously disappeared within a short time of each other it was by common consent that he take over the dual role of smithy and carpenter inheriting all their tools and workplaces. As the years passed Mathew's wealth grew and his sexual appetite also. Rape was exciting but of late he knew that he wanted more.
When the famine of 1315 arrived he was the driving force behind the deal that Little Brampton had sealed with a secret Parliamentary committee to legally carry out the public execution and "disposal" of convicted criminals. The village relied on him to sort, weigh and auction suitable live meat, carry out burnings and hangings on less desirable stock and keep the authorities happy with all the paperwork. This he happily carried out although managing to grumble in the right places and express sorrow and sympathy for the unfortunate girls now thrown into his custody. He had the keys to the old courthouse and all the cells. It was a whole new world awaiting the master.
Not all the condemned went to auction or the fire immediately. Some needed to be interrogated further to establish whether witchcraft could be added to their crimes of stealing food from the land of the lord of the manor for example. A signed confession before execution would earn Mathew another shilling for helping rid the land of Satan's spawn. Not that he needed the money! But he did need young female flesh to play with and his craving of the month was for girls well endowed with a large bust. This month's delivery had some excellent examples of healthy country girls who under different circumstances would have been able to deliver more milk than the cows they tended. Healthy food, exercise and what they inherited from their mothers had given these girls veritable treasure chests. Their home for the next few days would be in the bowels of the courthouse. Mathew chained the girls to the cell walls and brought them regular supplies of food and water although he never said what the stews were made from. He wanted them strong and fit for the days of pleasure ahead.
Day three in the dungeon, burnings, hangings over with for this month and now time to select his first victim. Stephanie, theft of food, first offence, sentenced to be hanged. Obviously Mathew must first ascertain whether or not she was a witch. He used a special room for such interrogations with very thick walls and filled with all the devices and tools to extract a confession from the Pope that he had buggered the King and regularly ate Christian babies for breakfast. No girl ever left this room without confessing. No girl ever left this room alive.
Stephanie was next for that room. Mathew had previously formulated his plan of torture to suit the build of the girl, her strength and temperament. He knew exactly how it was going to proceed, hopefully over at least two days with breaks. First he secured her head and wrists in his specially built home made stocks. They had a moveable wooden shelf which he raised to the level of her breasts which were then spread. Next job was to secure her breasts to the shelf with his Tit Compressor. He was very proud of this invention. It was fully adjustable and gripped a girl's tits, firmly securing them to any base with pre drilled holes. Having then secured her ankles and chained her pussy lips apart his attention returned to her more than ample tits. These were firmly in place near her chest but needed to be nailed down near the front, about an inch before her nipples. Stephanie was uncomfortable but not in any real pain as yet. Mathew's excitement grew as he took a nail in his left and hammer in his right hand. As he plunged the tip of the nail into her firm breast a small fountain of crimson spurted into the air. His cock began to stiffen. Stephanie gasped and froze. The nail was gently but firmly tapped until it bit into the wood underneath at which point Mathew let go of the nail and used his hand to force her head down to watch while he hammered the nail home. This stopped the fountain apart from a slight trickle of blood down her nipple which was pleasing to Mathew's eye. Now he raised her head and invited her to admire his cock which was now hard and fully extended. He took great pleasure in explaining how her screams simply made his cock bigger which he much enjoyed.
After several previous attempts at torture Matt had learnt how to control his ejaculations. At first he squirted without any control but now after much practise he could release his fluids and semen almost at will. While nailing her left tit into place his cock spurted a little. He collected the juice with his fingers and spread it over the terrified girl's lips and up her nostrils. While he was experiencing ecstasy Stephanie was experiencing agony but he wanted her to sense both worlds. Feel the pain, feel the fear, see his cock ejaculate, smell and taste his semen, feel and hear the blood rushing through her body, feel the warmth of his cock against her cheek, taste it on her tongue. She had to lick her lips and beg for more or else he'd slice her tits, roast each slice on the brazier and feed them to her. Her hot salty tears mingled with his semen and dribbled into her mouth and down her throat. Strangely the taste was mouth watering. Under a different sun she would have happily guzzled her lover's cock until his balls were dry to taste such nectar, but that was a different time.
Agony and ecstasy thought Mathew. Are they Earthly tastes of Hell and Heaven? Is the old priest right? Are Heaven and Hell timeless?
Look at the faces in the crowd ... the intensity of their gaze ... three at a time was beyond their wildest expectations ... the pickpockets must be having a field day 
