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The Inquisition in all its glory finally descended on Little Brampton. Cardinal Wragg and his college of ten cronies together with his band of debauched monks highly skilled in the latest torture techniques made their HQ at the Hanged Witch inn now being run by Sweeney and his lady friend Mrs Lovitt. After a filling meal of Mrs Lovitt's pies washed down with plenty of ale plans were made for the dawn raids on homes where there was a good chance of finding young virgins. These were the ones most susceptible to the brainwashing of the evil forces running the covens across the starved land. Manacled and chained they were carted off to be processed at the Inquisition's leisure. They were usually dealt with in batches of five. The Cardinal and his underlings on one side of the chamber and the lecherous monks on the other. The preliminary sorting and investigation was very straightforward. Experience had shown that fat ugly girls were much more likely to either be a witch or be possessed and so they would be filtered out for fast track torture, confession and hanging or burning. Pretty young virgins however needed much more attention especially as far as their bodies were concerned. On the Cardinal's side of the chamber most of the college were of advanced years but still derived much pleasure in ordering the girls to remove one item of clothing at a time. A very intimate examination and probing with fingers would then be in order.
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And then across to the sex crazed monks whose task it was to ascertain the level of carnal knowledge possessed by these girls and how skilled they were in arousing the male. It was also discovered by experience that the prettiest girls would probably need several further nights being closely examined by the monks to determine guilt or innocence. At the end of a week's interrogation a girl would have each orifice filled several times with the holy seed and indeed many an innocent girl would often return home pregnant. Many parents weren't happy about this but they were often reminded that times were hard but we were all in this together. Keeping the Inquisition happy was a small price to pay for the franchise they had on fresh supplies of Witch meat. That must remain secret.
 
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jonesygirl said:
The Inquisition in all its glory finally descended on Little Brampton. Cardinal Wragg and his college of ten cronies together with his band of debauched monks highly skilled in the latest torture techniques made their HQ at the Hanged Witch inn now being run by Sweeney and his lady friend Mrs Lovitt. After a filling meal of Mrs Lovitt's pies washed down with plenty of ale plans were made for the dawn raids on homes where there was a good chance of finding young virgins. These were the ones most susceptible to the brainwashing of the evil forces running the covens across the starved land. Manacled and chained they were carted off to be processed at the Inquisition's leisure. They were usually dealt with in batches of five. The Cardinal and his underlings on one side of the chamber and the lecherous monks on the other. The preliminary sorting and investigation was very straightforward. Experience had shown that fat ugly girls were much more likely to either be a witch or be possessed and so they would be filtered out for fast track torture, confession and hanging or burning. Pretty young virgins however needed much more attention especially as far as their bodies were concerned. On the Cardinal's side of the chamber most of the college were of advanced years but still derived much pleasure in ordering the girls to remove one item of clothing at a time. A very intimate examination and probing with fingers would then be in order.
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And then across to the sex crazed monks whose task it was to ascertain the level of carnal knowledge possessed by these girls and how skilled they were in arousing the male. It was also discovered by experience that the prettiest girls would probably need several further nights being closely examined by the monks to determine guilt or innocence. At the end of a week's interrogation a girl would have each orifice filled several times with the holy seed and indeed many an innocent girl would often return home pregnant. Many parents weren't happy about this but they were often reminded that times were hard but we were all in this together. Keeping the Inquisition happy was a small price to pay for the franchise they had on fresh supplies of Witch meat. That must remain secret.
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That's me on the far side doing my best to convince the bearded sex-crazed monk that I was innocent. It didn't work. He said I needed at least a double dose of holy seed before they would let me go.

Great manip and wonderful text Jonesy!!!!!

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jonesygirl said:
The Inquisition in all its glory finally descended on Little Brampton. Cardinal Wragg and his college of ten cronies together with his band of debauched monks highly skilled in the latest torture techniques made their HQ at the Hanged Witch inn now being run by Sweeney and his lady friend Mrs Lovitt. After a filling meal of Mrs Lovitt's pies washed down with plenty of ale plans were made for the dawn raids on homes where there was a good chance of finding young virgins. These were the ones most susceptible to the brainwashing of the evil forces running the covens across the starved land. Manacled and chained they were carted off to be processed at the Inquisition's leisure. They were usually dealt with in batches of five. The Cardinal and his underlings on one side of the chamber and the lecherous monks on the other. The preliminary sorting and investigation was very straightforward. Experience had shown that fat ugly girls were much more likely to either be a witch or be possessed and so they would be filtered out for fast track torture, confession and hanging or burning. Pretty young virgins however needed much more attention especially as far as their bodies were concerned. On the Cardinal's side of the chamber most of the college were of advanced years but still derived much pleasure in ordering the girls to remove one item of clothing at a time. A very intimate examination and probing with fingers would then be in order.
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And then across to the sex crazed monks whose task it was to ascertain the level of carnal knowledge possessed by these girls and how skilled they were in arousing the male. It was also discovered by experience that the prettiest girls would probably need several further nights being closely examined by the monks to determine guilt or innocence. At the end of a week's interrogation a girl would have each orifice filled several times with the holy seed and indeed many an innocent girl would often return home pregnant. Many parents weren't happy about this but they were often reminded that times were hard but we were all in this together. Keeping the Inquisition happy was a small price to pay for the franchise they had on fresh supplies of Witch meat. That must remain secret.
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Fine text and manip!
 
thehangingtree said:
Another excellent picture and storyline. Do keep up the efficient processing of these miscreants as Moore are being rounded up as we speak...

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Tree
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Yes..that looks like the Inquisition at work..

Ulrika:Why wasn't Tree sat with the Cardinals..he says he loves watching them?
Julie:I think those Cardinals are the St Louis Cardinals and they play baseball.
Ulrika:What is baseball?
Julie:It's rounders for men and Tree's team have just played the San Fransisco Giants.
Ulrika:Well that just isn't fair...they shouldn't be playing with a team of giants!
Julie:They're not real giants! They just call themselves that to frighten the opposition.
Ulrika:This is a game played by adults? I suppose the Cleveland Indians aren't real injuns and Boston don't even wear red socks.
Julie:That's right! but I think Tree will be in a good mood as they got 7 Rs, 12 Hs and 1 E and the Giants only got 4 Rs ,6 Hs and 1 E.
Ulrika: Does that mean anything? It sounds like a game of scrabble.
Julie:Haven't a clue. You can always ask Tree. Been nice talking to you...must do a quick pic before the last episode of Wallander. Bye..
 
jonesygirl said:
Yes..that looks like the Inquisition at work..

Ulrika:Why wasn't Tree sat with the Cardinals..he says he loves watching them?
Julie:I think those Cardinals are the St Louis Cardinals and they play baseball.
Ulrika:What is baseball?
Julie:It's rounders for men and Tree's team have just played the San Fransisco Giants.
Ulrika:Well that just isn't fair...they shouldn't be playing with a team of giants!
Julie:They're not real giants! They just call themselves that to frighten the opposition.
Ulrika:This is a game played by adults? I suppose the Cleveland Indians aren't real injuns and Boston don't even wear red socks.
Julie:That's right! but I think Tree will be in a good mood as they got 7 Rs, 12 Hs and 1 E and the Giants only got 4 Rs ,6 Hs and 1 E.
Ulrika: Does that mean anything? It sounds like a game of scrabble.
Julie:Haven't a clue. You can always ask Tree. Been nice talking to you...must do a quick pic before the last episode of Wallander. Bye..
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OMG... you have captured the Tree dialogue style perfectly!!! Although I doubt he watches Wallander.:p:D
 
jonesygirl said:
Yes..that looks like the Inquisition at work..

Ulrika:Why wasn't Tree sat with the Cardinals..he says he loves watching them?
Julie:I think those Cardinals are the St Louis Cardinals and they play baseball.
Ulrika:What is baseball?
Julie:It's rounders for men and Tree's team have just played the San Fransisco Giants.
Ulrika:Well that just isn't fair...they shouldn't be playing with a team of giants!
Julie:They're not real giants! They just call themselves that to frighten the opposition.
Ulrika:This is a game played by adults? I suppose the Cleveland Indians aren't real injuns and Boston don't even wear red socks.
Julie:That's right! but I think Tree will be in a good mood as they got 7 Rs, 12 Hs and 1 E and the Giants only got 4 Rs ,6 Hs and 1 E.
Ulrika: Does that mean anything? It sounds like a game of scrabble.
Julie:Haven't a clue. You can always ask Tree. Been nice talking to you...must do a quick pic before the last episode of Wallander. Bye..
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:beer::clapping::beer:

But I do think the Boston Red Sox wear red socks...:doh:
 
More reports of famine and widespread unrest across Europe and N Africa reached the ears of the Vatican. When the famine began to bite the pews were filled with folk wanting guidance and a much awaited miracle. All they were offered were crumbs of comfort, but cold comfort never satisfied an aching belly. The churches began to empty as disillusion hardened and...the revenue began to dwindle to a trickle. This was now a very serious matter indeed. The credibility and authority of the church had to be reestablished. And of course the coffers needed to be replenished. This was a global empire threatened with collapse.

Plans were made. The cause of the disaster was the weather..but you can't scapegoat the weather or burn it at the stake. The devil was obviously behind these misfortunes but he was also difficult to pin down. If we put the blame on his legions of witches doing his bidding then we have an identifiable enemy that people will hate and be all too eager to denounce. There had to be a logical reason for these calamities and folk will readily support the holy men appointed to the Holy Office of The Inquisition in their fight against this evil. It sounded like a good plan. Their official brief would be to provide a caring surveillance of the faithful and just punishment for transgressors. Nobody could argue with that. The hidden agenda was to seize property and money from evil foreigners, hang and burn lots of witches and generally have a ball!

Far from the sunny climes of Rome or Spain the Inquisition arrived in the county of Mummerset, cursing the English weather, the appalling cooking and lack of any decent wine. They were not a happy bunch. A Grand Inquisitor, an assistant, a bailiff, jailer, torturer's assistants and a prosecutor made up the main team. Recorders, Brothers of various orders and several laymen mainly interested in the torture of naked young women made up the bulk of the rest.

The Edict of Grace was dispensed with as it was highly likely that foreigners with money would have flown before the Inquisition began. They were locked up before the Tribunal arrived. With brutal efficiency they were parted from their worldly wealth and their lives when the Grand Inquisitor got down to business. Now it was time for the witches to stand trial starting with Mary Green.

The odour of a newly tortured witch was unmistakable. Freshly congealed blood, rotting straw, urine, vomit, the sweat from her tortures and the rivulets of sperm slowly drying on her legs in the cool dank air. The latter was a parting gift from her jailer and his paying guests to her cell. A little cash in hand never came amiss and the Inquisition rarely paid more than they had to.


Mary stood before the court naked, vulnerable and afraid. She wanted at least to cover her private parts but her chains would not allow this small dignity. The prosecutor, the very reverend Damian rose to his feet.


"Mary Green. Will you repeat to this court the confession you made last night to our Inquisitor, the Abbot Hoek. How you allowed yourself to become perverted by the temptations of the Devil himself?"

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"Good Sir. I caught a rabbit to feed my starving daughter..."


"That rabbit was on Church land! and therefore the property of the Church!..you had no right!!"..Damian's voice began to increase in volume..slowly and with precision.


"The rabbit did not know it was on Church land and neither did I."


"HA!!...so now you can converse with rabbits ?" Damian turned to the Brothers on the Tribunal with a smug expectant smirk on his face. On cue the Brothers laughed at his attempt at jocularity.


"My daughter is dying good Sir..she needs food."


"And exactly where is your husband?"


"The Famine took him. He would not eat his share while we went hungry."


"So!!..The good Lord gave you one less mouth to feed and this is how you repay the Church?"


All the Brothers had heard this tripe many times before and knew how to play their parts. All except Bro Anthony. This was the first naked female he had ever seen and began to experience the hardest erection of his life. He began to realize what they were intended for. He cursed his father who couldn't wait to get him out of the house. The Army? not a chance! The thought of Anthony defending the realm, his land and property was hilarious. The Law..they'd run rings around him. The Church was the best option for Anthony .


Mary looked at the Brothers who couldn't take their eyes off her. They muttered and whispered between themselves. "Is this the worst the devil can throw at us? How do we get away with this?" Anthony quietly whispered. "Feed their fears and nourish their nightmares..then they'll come running back to Mother Church!" Oswald replied.


"YOU STOLE FROM THE CHURCH!!....you took the food from the mouths of the Holy men.."


"But the Church has stolen all our land and taken all our money in taxes..we have nothing.."


Damian's jaw dropped as he turned to the Brothers. Again they took their cue and gasps of horror and looks of disbelief were in order. Bro Oswald turned to Bro Wilfred. "Tha's got a face like a slapped arse!" he mouthed. "Well at least mine's not permanent!" Wilfred mouthed back. "Talking of arses just look at hers! Wouldn't you like to sink your teeth into that piece of rump?" Oswald replied. "And then chew on her tits! We can shag her together. I'll take the front entrance and you can take the rear. That's your usual mode of entry isn't it? Or so the Novices tell me" Oswald didn't reply. He had his peccadilloes and was also from Barnsley. Neither fact he wanted advertised.

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"Listen to the words of Satan!..The Church is full of thieves!" Damian's voice continued to rise. He thought that he sounded like the thunder of the Gods. His larynx neared serious injury. "She is damned by her own........."... He began to croak like a frog. " Look...what this...witch..has done..to me!!"

Bro Wilfred seized the moment. He ordered the girl to be taken to his room for further interrogation while he advised Damian to rest his voice for a day or two. He and Bro Oswald would make sure the witch confessed everything she knew.


Back in his room the two lecherous Brothers set about cleaning Mary up. Some bread and water and she was fit enough to be given a thorough examination. Wilfred took her from the front while Oswald plundered her rear entrance. She moaned and wailed until they decided to call upon another Brother to fill her mouth and keep her quiet!


Anthony was alone in the Chamber still cursing his father. "Please God let him rot in Hell..or Egremont..or whichever is worse..and shove as many red hot pokers up his a..."

"That's no way to speak of pater!" Interrupted Wilfred who was about to invite Anthony to a night to remember.

PS Here's one of Wilfred's old jokes he often told when Damian was prosecuting.

"And what, then, is to be thought of those witches who in this way sometimes collect male organs in great numbers, as many as twenty or thirty members together, and put them in a bird’s nest, or shut them up in a box, where they move themselves like living members, and eat oats and corn, as has been seen by many and is a matter of common report? It is to be said that it is all done by devil’s work and illusion, for the senses of those who see them are deluded in the way we have said. For a certain man tells that, when he had lost his member, he approached a known witch to ask her to restore it to him. She told the afflicted man to climb a certain tree, and that he might take which he liked out of the nest in which there were several members. And when he tried to take a big one, the witch said: You must not take that one; adding, because it belongs to Damian."
 
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jonesygirl said:
More reports of famine and widespread unrest across Europe and N Africa reached the ears of the Vatican. When the famine began to bite the pews were filled with folk wanting guidance and a much awaited miracle. All they were offered were crumbs of comfort, but cold comfort never satisfied an aching belly. The churches began to empty as disillusion hardened and...the revenue began to dwindle to a trickle. This was now a very serious matter indeed. The credibility and authority of the church had to be reestablished. And of course the coffers needed to be replenished. This was a global empire threatened with collapse.

Plans were made. The cause of the disaster was the weather..but you can't scapegoat the weather or burn it at the stake. The devil was obviously behind these misfortunes but he was also difficult to pin down. If we put the blame on his legions of witches doing his bidding then we have an identifiable enemy that people will hate and be all too eager to denounce. There had to be a logical reason for these calamities and folk will readily support the holy men appointed to the Holy Office of The Inquisition in their fight against this evil. It sounded like a good plan. Their official brief would be to provide a caring surveillance of the faithful and just punishment for transgressors. Nobody could argue with that. The hidden agenda was to seize property and money from evil foreigners, hang and burn lots of witches and generally have a ball!

Far from the sunny climes of Rome or Spain the Inquisition arrived in the county of Mummerset, cursing the English weather, the appalling cooking and lack of any decent wine. They were not a happy bunch. A Grand Inquisitor, an assistant, a bailiff, jailer, torturer's assistants and a prosecutor made up the main team. Recorders, Brothers of various orders and several laymen mainly interested in the torture of naked young women made up the bulk of the rest.

The Edict of Grace was dispensed with as it was highly likely that foreigners with money would have flown before the Inquisition began. They were locked up before the Tribunal arrived. With brutal efficiency they were parted from their worldly wealth and their lives when the Grand Inquisitor got down to business. Now it was time for the witches to stand trial starting with Mary Green.

The odour of a newly tortured witch was unmistakable. Freshly congealed blood, rotting straw, urine, vomit, the sweat from her tortures and the rivulets of sperm slowly drying on her legs in the cool dank air. The latter was a parting gift from her jailer and his paying guests to her cell. A little cash in hand never came amiss and the Inquisition rarely paid more than they had to.


Mary stood before the court naked, vulnerable and afraid. She wanted at least to cover her private parts but her chains would not allow this small dignity. The prosecutor, the very reverend Damian rose to his feet.


"Mary Green. Will you repeat to this court the confession you made last night to our Inquisitor, the Abbot Hoek. How you allowed yourself to become perverted by the temptations of the Devil himself?"

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"Good Sir. I caught a rabbit to feed my starving daughter..."


"That rabbit was on Church land! and therefore the property of the Church!..you had no right!!"..Damian's voice began to increase in volume..slowly and with precision.


"The rabbit did not know it was on Church land and neither did I."


"HA!!...so now you can converse with rabbits ?" Damian turned to the Brothers on the Tribunal with a smug expectant smirk on his face. On cue the Brothers laughed at his attempt at jocularity.


"My daughter is dying good Sir..she needs food."


"And exactly where is your husband?"


"The Famine took him. He would not eat his share while we went hungry."


"So!!..The good Lord gave you one less mouth to feed and this is how you repay the Church?"


All the Brothers had heard this tripe many times before and knew how to play their parts. All except Bro Anthony. This was the first naked female he had ever seen and began to experience the hardest erection of his life. He began to realize what they were intended for. He cursed his father who couldn't wait to get him out of the house. The Army? not a chance! The thought of Anthony defending the realm, his land and property was hilarious. The Law..they'd run rings around him. The Church was the best option for Anthony .


Mary looked at the Brothers who couldn't take their eyes off her. They muttered and whispered between themselves. "Is this the worst the devil can throw at us? How do we get away with this?" Anthony quietly whispered. "Feed their fears and nourish their nightmares..then they'll come running back to Mother Church!" Oswald replied.


"YOU STOLE FROM THE CHURCH!!....you took the food from the mouths of the Holy men.."


"But the Church has stolen all our land and taken all our money in taxes..we have nothing.."


Damian's jaw dropped as he turned to the Brothers. Again they took their cue and gasps of horror and looks of disbelief were in order. Bro Oswald turned to Bro Wilfred. "Tha's got a face like a slapped arse!" he mouthed. "Well at least mine's not permanent!" Wilfred mouthed back. "Talking of arses just look at hers! Wouldn't you like to sink your teeth into that piece of rump?" Oswald replied. "And then chew on her tits! We can shag her together. I'll take the front entrance and you can take the rear. That's your usual mode of entry isn't it? Or so the Novices tell me" Oswald didn't reply. He had his peccadilloes and was also from Barnsley. Neither fact he wanted advertised.

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"Listen to the words of Satan!..The Church is full of thieves!" Damian's voice continued to rise. He thought that he sounded like the thunder of the Gods. His larynx neared serious injury. "She is damned by her own........."... He began to croak like a frog. " Look...what this...witch..has done..to me!!"

Bro Wilfred seized the moment. He ordered the girl to be taken to his room for further interrogation while he advised Damian to rest his voice for a day or two. He and Bro Oswald would make sure the witch confessed everything she knew.


Back in his room the two lecherous Brothers set about cleaning Mary up. Some bread and water and she was fit enough to be given a thorough examination. Wilfred took her from the front while Oswald plundered her rear entrance. She moaned and wailed until they decided to call upon another Brother to fill her mouth and keep her quiet!


Anthony was alone in the Chamber still cursing his father. "Please God let him rot in Hell..or Egremont..or whichever is worse..and shove as many red hot pokers up his a..."

"That's no way to speak of pater!" Interrupted Wilfred who was about to invite Anthony to a night to remember.

PS Here's one of Wilfred's old jokes he often told when Damian was prosecuting.

"And what, then, is to be thought of those witches who in this way sometimes collect male organs in great numbers, as many as twenty or thirty members together, and put them in a bird’s nest, or shut them up in a box, where they move themselves like living members, and eat oats and corn, as has been seen by many and is a matter of common report? It is to be said that it is all done by devil’s work and illusion, for the senses of those who see them are deluded in the way we have said. For a certain man tells that, when he had lost his member, he approached a known witch to ask her to restore it to him. She told the afflicted man to climb a certain tree, and that he might take which he liked out of the nest in which there were several members. And when he tried to take a big one, the witch said: You must not take that one; adding, because it belongs to Damian."
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Good thing for Wilfred that Damian was out of earshot. Risky business telling a tale like that.

Wonderful writing and manips ... simply wonderful Jonesy ... you do this so well!!!!
 
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