Wytchfinder

"She gazed upward with wide blue eyes at the Wytchfinder, a tall strong man, as he moved in front of her, and laid down the knife. Still bound and helpless this lovely girl that had been so humiliated and used by the guard a short time before was now his, and he meant to have her in his own way. He moved away, and before her terrified eyes, he stripped away his coarse shirt and leather trousers, revealing a long thick cock, now in a stiff ten inch position of attention, and drooling with pre-cum. He moved toward her, clad only in his boots and rubbed the great purplish head of it gently against her smooth belly, then gripping her long blond hair he pressed himself against the trembling body of the helpless…"
(From TALES OF THE WITCHFINDER, a story found on the site in many chapters.)