Thread: The Inquisition (Andy1138 and Thomas_Waller)

THE INQUISITION Charles Merwood sat uncomfortably on the threadbare upholstery of the stage coach. His long spidery legs jammed up and folded against the opposite seat nearly touched his chin. His head settled mere inches from the ceiling and every time the coach dipped and pitched into another pot hole he would crack his skull on the roof. He banged his cane angrily against the top of the carriage. Is there not a rut in the entire country that you fail to find, you cretin! He slumped down in his seat lowering himself considerably but the new position caused sharp pains to shoot through his lower back. This was his second day in this god-forsaken vehicle as he traveled from Boston to Derville. The first day his brutish servants Binsdale and Sturgis had traveled beside him but today he forced them to ride up top in an attempt to afford himself more room. Will the torture never end? he grumbled aloud. Merwood tried sitting sideways on the seat and felt around in his waistcoat pocket for the letter from the Reverend Willis. He extracted the letter and fingered it with care. He had no need to open it. He had memorized the content. Willis was convinced that the black magic and witchcraft which had infested so many of the neighboring towns had indeed found a foothold in the parish of Derville. He requested that Merwood come to eradicate the foul stench of the devil's handiwork. Willis had heard of Merwood's efficiency as an inquisitor and pleaded with Charles to come and perform God's work in their needy little hamlet. Merwood slid the paper back into his interior pocket and his mind drifted back to Johnstown, the site of his last inquisition. He particularly dwelt on the image of Elizabeth Downing. He had submitted her name himself in order to get his hands on her. He grinned and envisioned Binsdale and Sturgis stripping her of all her clothing and strapping her into the heavy oaken chair. His cock grew in his trousers as he remembered her heaving breasts, her cries, her pleas as he cross examined her. He recalled his sexual arousal as he probed and proded for signs of intimacy with the devil. He recollected his intrusive, intimate questioning of the beautiful victim. This incited his lust once again. And, his hand slid over and pressed against his engorged cock. It was then that the carriage slowed to a halt. Merwood pulled back the curtains to reveal his first glimpse of the village of Derville. He held his great coat in front of his body to cover his erection and stepped pompously from the carriage. An advanced rider must have announced their arrival for a gathering of concerned Christians burst into polite applause as he exited the stage. He was pleased to note a number of nubile young women, the daughters, the wives, the maids of the town folk. Yet, before he could truly appraise the women, his hand was grasped and crudely pumped by the Reverend Willis, who ushered Merwood towards the rectory. The onlookers were awed by the size and strength of the gigantic dullards Binsdale and Sturgis who tossed about Merwood's trunks and luggage as if they were weightless. Willis was already insisting that Merwood stay at the rectory with him and his family....