The Witchcraft Trials (Closed)

[poohlive]

An erotic tale of reluctance, domination and persecution told with haremfaery. Please enjoy


In the year 1708 there stood a small New England town of Templeton. It had a quaint and peaceful reputation, far away from the hustle and bustle of Boston or Cape Cod. This town had found a place all its own, nestled between good farmland and a deep dark wood. The only sound, apart from the various birds was a babble of a creek. There was a single wooden bridge that lead over this creek and joined up the townsfolk to a single road leading up to the larder cities.

People came by regularly to Templeton for trade and business. They all recalled how nice and friendly their residents were. These were simple people who led quiet and easy lives. They worked hard, they prayed hard and they hoped for a good crop come spring.

The Bishop Matthew Smythe rode his horse into this town on a fine summery day in July. He had a large brimmed hat that cast a shadow over his face, leaving him merely a shadow with dark piercing eyes. He dressed in a simple black with a cloak over him that resembles a cleric's robes. A large red cross hung from his neck and made noise as he rode his horse through the town.

He dismounted from his horse at the local bulletin board put up at the center of town. This board was only a long plank of wood, meant to keep track of crops or give notices to the town, even decree new laws that came in. The Reverend walked up to this bulletin board and unrolled a yellowed piece of parchment.

The lettering looked distinguished, almost regal. It looked like the calligraphy one might find in a bible, not a bulletin board. Smythe nailed it into the board, proud of it now in its new home.

A small crowd had formed. A few old ladies with baskets of fruit and a young blacksmith with a couple of children stared at the young Reverend. Smythe smiled and paid them all compliments of the day.

"I am here by order of the church," He said simply, "The Witchcraft Act put in place by our Majesty is to be enforced. Anyone practicing or associated with satanic rituals or other forms of witchcraft are hereby known enemies of the land. I am to find and persecute them according to the laws."

Another couple of people now joined the group, hearing Matthew's sweet voice. Matthew looked young, at twenty two he had been given this pristine honor to travel to some of the lesser towns and begin in the hunt. He had curly blond hair, soft brown eyes and a lean figure that could not be seen because of his thick robes.

He spoke loudly, but his words did not come from anger but from passion. He had assisted in many hunts and trials, finding them to be the Lord's true work. To him, there was no other purity in this country.

"I encourage anyone here to look for the signs of witchcraft. Naked dancing, the practice of alchemy and satanic spells, ritualistic orgies. You can tell if a witch is nearby from the animals. Dogs are uneasy, chickens refuse to lay eggs, calves are stillborn. Any of these signs must be told to me immediately, so I can find and destroy the witch before she does more harm to our land."

Already there was a stir going through the crowd. A buzz of rumor and gossip as more people now walked towards the forming group. It looked as if half the town were now here. Good, Smythe did not enjoy repeating himself.

"I will be staying at the church if you have any information for me."

But already the people were willing to talk.

Already there were secrets to hear.

Smythe listened.

 

[haremfaery]

((This is an information thread, so I can post things, character names, etc. so I don't forget them as the story moves along. It's always easier to have them at the ready than to have to hunt for the info through the whole story.))

((This will be added to as things move on.))

Elizabeth "Libby" Goodwin, daughter of the local midwife and herbalist.

 

[haremfaery]

((Hmm Queen Anne is monarch of England, are we going to play this in an alternate universe? I take it Smythe is an Anglican, since it's either that or the Puritans who had most of the power, though that's beginning to wane from the brief reading I did.))

Libby Goodwin had come into town from her home at the edge of town where she lived with her mother. She was delivering a poultice to help with Master Baxter's gout. Her mother was known for her skills with herbs and as a midwife. Libby had been learning these skills form her mother since she was very young. Her father died of the fever some few years back. All of her mother's herbs and attention could not save him.

Libby stuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her thick red hair was always unruly and seemed determined to escape the tight confines of her cap. She had large brown eyes that seemed to take notice of everything. She was not too tall, nor too short. She was well proportioned with a small waist and tiny feet. Most would say she was a comely lass, but not all found the red hair attractive. A sign of the devil some said behind her back. She would be hurt to know of it.

She stopped to listen to the man. His voice was sweet and she thought he must have a lovely singing voice. But his words-- Dancing naked? Ritualistic orgies? She didn't even know what an orgy was. The word stillborn stuck in her ears. Her mother delivered all of the babies in their little town. And seen to the pregnant women giving them herbs to help their nausea and with labor once it began. Not all of the women carried their babies to delivery. Not all of the babies survived. But no one had ever said it was witchcraft. It was god's will.

Her mother followed the old ways passed down from her mother and her mother's mother. Libby practiced them as well. They did not worship Satan. They lived in harmony with the Earth, in tune to the seasons. She was learning to channel the power of the Earth and Sky and use it to help people along with their herbs and poultices. her mother never called it witchcraft. Could they be in danger? She felt a lump form in her stomach. She needed to go home right away. She slipped away from the edge of the group to tell her mother what she had heard.

 

[poohlive]

((Yes, that sounds about right. I was thinking Anglican for the now Bishop Smythe))

Smythe looked over the crowd and he paused when he caught a drop of crimson coming from someone's cap. He saw a fair and pretty woman come up to hear him speak. Smythe couldn't help but find a small draw to this woman. She felt familiar, as if she reminded him of someone, but he could not tell who it was.

Smythe listened to two goodwives in town, going on about the strange noises in the woods outside their house late at night, but his mind kept drifting to the young woman in the back of the group. He continued to look her way in the slim hope that she would come to him and share her own secrets.

Instead, she turned and walked away without listening too much more.

Smythe felt disappointed at that. But he chastised himself for not paying more attention to the task at hand, and immediately went back to the conversations with the ladies and their worry over the the town.

It took another hour before a pattern began to emerge. Centered around many of the town misfortunes only one person continually came up. A woman named who lived at the edge of town. Apparently she had great knowledge in herbs and regularly helped women with childbirth. Some of these women produced stillborn though.

This is what Smythe had been looking for. He began to bring up this woman more, asking her relationship in the town. Everything they had to say about her and her daughter made his smile grow until they could see the points of his teeth.

Yes. This was it.

Smythe asked if anyone could show him where this person lived. One young boy by the name of Charles nodded. He has a tussle of brown hair and cold blue eyes that somehow tinged with ice when mentioning the witch trials.

"Talk is you're going to burn them?" He said, eagerness betraying in his voice.

Smythe took the reins of his dark stallion and walked with him through town, following Charles, "If a witch is found guilty she is executed. This is usually done by burning."

Charles received some small pleasure from this bit of news, and he had more energy in his step as they walked through town. Charles eventually stopped just before the woods and pointed to a simple cottage.

"She lives with her daughter," Charles said, disgusted at that. Smythe thanked him and walked up to the house. When Charles followed Smythe stopped him.

"I believe I can handle this on my own, good day."

Charles twitched his nose, looking back to the cottage and then at Smythe, before shrugging his shoulders and wandering off. Smythe liked the boy's enthusiasm, but the apparent eagerness would only harm any real questioning that needed to be done.

Smythe tied up his horse and went to the front door, knocking softly.

"Hello? I am here to speak with the lady of the house," His kind eyes searched for signs of life.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah lived in the forest on the edge of town in a cabin that had once been her parents. She didn’t come into town too terribly often, mainly when one of the town citizens were sick or needed a poultice, but when she did, it never went unnoticed.

While Sarah didn’t think anything in particular about her looks, they often attracted the attentions of the towns young men. Her raven hair, violet eyes and pale skin gave her an other worldly look that many of the men in town found attractive. Because of this, she wasn’t very popular with the young ladies of the town and didn’t really have any friends, though she had tried more than once to form frienships.

The older women in town, however, were very kind to her. She often helped the elderly with the herbal remedies her mother had taught her to make from a very young age. This had been her soul means of support since her parents untimely passing, and it was enough to get by. Most told her that she should marry one of the young men in town to have some security, but Sarah simply wasn’t ready to be at the will of a man.

She enjoyed the sense of freedom her parents had instilled in her. She read what she wanted, ate and slept when she wished, and was free to be herself when she was at home. She often would go to the small late by her cabin in the evening and swim naked in it’s cool clear waters, and there was no one to tell her what she was doing was wrong or to tell her not to do it anymore, and for this, she was thankful.

She was in town today to go to a sewing circle some of the older ladies had invited her to, when the sound of a man’s voice caught her attention. She looked up to see Bishop Smythe giving his announcement. She felt nervous at his words. She knew what she did wasn’t wrong, but she also knew she had many enemies in town. Whether it be young girls who were jealous of the attentions she received, or the men that she had rejected, she was sure that this would not bode well for her.

She was just leaving to go to the sewing circle when she heard a crisp clear voice ring out.

“There is a witch in our midst! And Sarah Goodman is that witch” said Kirsten. “She has bewitched my Brian and he can speak of nothing but her!” she cried out.

Sarah looked at the girl, wondering who this Brian was, and was at a loss for what to say.
“I did not, nor would I ever do such a thing…” she said rather meekly to the girl. She then started to walk again, hoping to get away from what she knew was about to be a very bad situation.

 

[poohlive]

Smythe could feel an air of change within the group the moment one woman spoke the accusation of a witch. It felt like a collective sigh ringing out through them. They no longer held fear for themselves because now they could push the blame to someone else.

Murmurs rippled through the group like waves on a lake's edge, lapping at the shore. Smythe didn't need to hear them to know what passed from hushed lips to eager ears. He wondered if the small ripples would eventually form together and make real waves though. Only time would tell.

The young Sarah Goodman, as she had been called, tried to leave. She walked away, towards the forest outside of town. Smythe only noted this in passing, but his stern gaze held tight even as she had her back to him.

"Halt," He said calmly enough, but the words had a daring weight to them, as if daring her to disobey him. He found it quite enjoyable when the girls disobeyed sometimes.

Smythe walked through the crowd. He didn't push anyone aside, simply strolling and expecting them to move. The crowd did, parting to make room for his passing until he is right next to the lady, Sarah. Smythei is careful and concise with his steps as he circles her. He looks at her, sometimes through her, as if judging something.

He is lewd in his staring, impurity touching upon his dark eyes.

"This young Goodman a witch?" He said so with skepticism on his tongue. Smythe walks up to Sarah, standing right in front of her, his chest almost touching the bosom of her dress. He brings one hand up to her rose touched cheek and caresses it softly.

"Her eyes have an odd color," He examines her now, her cheekbones, the curve of her jawline, her soft and yet modest hair. He looks as if there is something to look, some defining characteristic that might judge her as a fallen soul to the devil.

"She swims naked by the lake! I've seen it." One man pipes up, his voice rising in fear as he says it. The murmurs in the crowd crescendo now, open talking to one another about the foul deeds that she has done. Has she been hexing innocent boys or destroying crops for some darker lord?

Smythe raised his hand to silent the group. All eyes were on him. And he only looked at the beautiful young girl in front of him.

"Sarah," Smythe speaks softly, so only she can hear, "Some here believe you are a witch, praying on their innocence. What do you say for yourself?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

As Sarah attempted to walk away from the scene, her worst fear came true and she was halted by Smythe. She looked up at him with an innocence that couldn’t be feigned, his own looks at her caused her to blush hotly in embarrassment.

She shivered as his hand touched her face, she kept hoping some brave voice would save her from what seemed to be an impending doom, but only those who hated her seemed to speak. She supposed none of the women would speak up to save her, without risking their own necks.

She swallowed hard as she heard all the accusations towards her person and then was allowed to speak. She was scared and wasn’t sure what to say. “I…I can assure you I have not done the evil things they have said,” she started softly. “I have never hexed any young man, only did not accept their advancements. I wouldn’t know how to destroy the crops and I would not wish to, for I would starve as well as the rest of the village” she told him.

“I still saw you swim naked!” cried the man from before.

She blushed hot red when this was mentioned. “I have swam in the lake without my clothes. I don’t have a wash basin to bath, but I also enjoy swimming.” She told the man, hoping she would be spared. “I am not cunning enough to be a witch.”

 

[poohlive]

"You show no visible sign of the devil," Smythe spoke casually, more to the gathering crowd now staring at both of them. The entire town had become enchanted with this single encounter. The young Goodman looked desperate to make this all go away, while Smythe found himself at ease in which things had taken hold.

His only tell in the matter came from his stance. He stood far too cloe to her, almost touching. He could smell her scent, an autumn musk of faint leaves and drying flowers that brought an arousal to him. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy her scent, but that is all he allowed himself.

"We can solve this matter easily enough. You do have a home nearby, do you not Miss Goodman? Do you mind terribly inviting me in? I have been trained to see the obvious signs of a coven. If you are indeed a simple girl who enjoys her occasional lakeside excursions, this will all be cleared up."

The crowd looked satisfied enough with this answer. They stared expectantly at Sarah. If she were a witch, obviously she would not even invite him over. Murmurs rose now unsure of what Sarah would do. Would she turn into mist right in front of them and run away?

Smythe's eyes were only on Sarah though, holding her like his prey. He looked far too eager to have her all to himself.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sara looked around nervously as Smythe stood so close to her, not saying anything for many moments, each of which seemed to last an eternity. She became even more nervous as he asked to see her home. Normally one would require a chaperone, but she supposed if he was from the church, and the whole town knew he was there, that nothing foul would happen to her.

“Ye..yes sir, I do” she said softly, not knowing what she did these people to make them despise her so. She finally looked up at him again and felt herself tremble. “If you would like to follow me, I will take you, but it is a bit of a journey…” she looked around again, waiting for someone to offer to chaperone, but she heard not from those around her.

“This way..” she said finally and then started to lead him into the woods, away from the towns people. “I hope the walk does not bother you..” she said softly over her shoulder as she began to take a small dirt path. She soon veered off it however, to head towards her home. It was a secluded spot, covered with large shady trees, deep in the woods. “We’re almost there.” She told him.

 

[poohlive]

Smythe followed the young girl to her home. She lived far away from town, which he thought to be rather odd. Perhaps she just didn't enjoy prying eyes, or preferred seclusion and the forest surrounding her. Of course, she could also have chosen this seclusion to keep up with her practices and rituals.

Time would tell which is the truth.

"A good walk never bothers me, Miss Goodman," Smythe replies with a friendly smile, "Plus I have pleasant company which is more than I can say for my own travels."

As they neared the house, Smythe began looking for signs. He searched the ground near her home for anything of suspicion. Strange symbols made out of branches or rocks, carvings in the wood or ground, ley lines of druidic worship or anything else that might betray her true intentions. Smythe had been searching for those who practiced dark arts for many years, his skills had become as finely tuned as any witch hunter in the land.

He paused at one tree, examining a scar that ran across the bark. He didn't like this.

"So... Miss Goodman, the entire town seems to think you have dark powers and wish to do them harm? Why do you think that is? You don't appear to be any witch."

If she thought he believed her, she would open up more to him.

Smythe disregarded the scar on the tree and followed her up to the secluded cottage. He smiled, waiting to be invited inside.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, but she tried to remain calm. “That’s very kind of you.” She told him as he commented on her good company. When he asked why she thought people were so angry at her, she was at a loss.

“I’m not sure Sir. I mostly keep to myself, I care for some of the more elderly people in the village…I don’t know if they are upset if I rejected them or what is wrong. I don’t know why anyone would be upset if I rejected them.” With that she opened the door to the little cabin and moved aside so that he may enter.

It wasn’t anything fancy, merely one large room with a fireplace on one end. By the fire place was a counter and a table with three chairs and on the other end of the room was a bed. There was a rocking chair near the fireplace as well, and in the corner, a table where Sarah prepared her poultices and herbal remedies. From the rafters, plants and flowers hung so that they could dry. Once Smythe was in, Sarah followed and shut the door behind herself.

“Would you care for any water Sir?”

 

[poohlive]

Smythe walked into the house, his cold stare once more touching upon everything in the room. He paused only once, at her apothecary items. His lips twitched, small tongue coming out to wet them before he moved to another part of the room.

For two long minutes he said nothing to Sarah Goodman, instead glancing over the rest of her simple cottage furnishings. When he finished he sat himself down at the small table and finally addressed Sarah.

"Yes, water will be fine."

He seemed much happier with himself now. Smythe even gave Sara a pleasant smile as she moved about the house.

"I imagine young boys that get rejected a lot might think the worst of you. You needn't worry about them. There's nothing in here to accuse you."

That would only leave one last thing to check. Smythe glanced down at her young form, concealed within her modest clothes but there nontheless. Underneath the layers of fabric was her supply young body.

"I simply need to examine you and I will be on my way. Please take off your clothing, Miss Goodman."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah watched nervously as Smythe looked around. She wasn’t sure of what he was looking for but she was terrified he’d find it. She was glad to have some activity to perform when he finally stated that he would take some water. She moved towards the table and poured some cool spring water from a pitcher, into a tin mug and offered it to him.

She felt a wave of relief when he told her that there was nothing to accuse her over. “I never tried to attract them, I promise you sir. I never meant to upset anyone.” She told him. This feeling of relief was just as quickly taken away when he told her that he would have to inspect her. Given her ignorance in the ways of the world, and her fear at his authority, she only struggled a few moments before she began to very slowly undress.

She looked up at him with kneaded eyebrows and hesitated before finally starting to unbutton the front of her dress. She then turned her back to and slipped it off of her shoulders and around her waist until it puddled in the floor. Her whole body turned red with embarrassment as she untied her corset until she was left in her shift. She looked back at him over her shoulder for a moment, getting the idea that clearly this wasn’t enough, and finally slipped the shift off, leaving her creamy body exposed.

She wrapped her arms around her full young breasts, the other going to her nether region, and then looked back at him over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being so exposed.

“I….I’m ready sir…” she said with uncertainty.

 

[poohlive]

Smythe watched with a cold interest as Sarah began to undress. She looked like she might refuse at any second, simply wave over herself in frustration and stop baring herself to him. Somehow she found resolve, either in her own need for innocence or perhaps something else. That's what he was going to find out.

Her modest dance pooled clothing at her ankles. She began to reveal more skin in front of his leering eyes. She turned away from him, trying her best to reveal as little as possible in the process. It helped nothing. Even turned from her he could see the soft curve of her hips jutting out, the cleft of her ass and the back of her creamy thighs.

When she finally did turn around, Smythe could see Sarah's face swimming in embarassment. The pale skin grew a crimson at the very sight of him. Could she feel his eyes upon her, or was it her own modesty?

He stood up and circled her. One hand trailed along her shoulder, down her arm and to her hand where she gently had covered her sex. It was an idle hand, tracing the soft skin in a way that delighted the reverand.

"The devil often marks his children," Smythe said simply. He spoke quietly, hushed tones almost a whisper in Sarah's ear. He continued his inspection.

Her back was flawless. She had an hourglass figure, her slim waist curving back to her hips. He could not even find a blemish. He admired her for much longer than he should have.

He moved around to face her once more. She still took great care in hiding certain parts of her body from him. Smythe admired that. She had an innocence about her that made her far more appealing than her perfect body.

"We're almost done, my sweet," Smythe said, once more drawing his eyes down her form. Her skin held no marks, no scars or any other sign of that he seemed to be looking for.

The only other places to look would be those hidden from him.

He wanted to see more of her.

"Lie down on your bed," He motioned, "spread your legs as wide as you can, and put your arms above your head. Sarah, you want me to see all of you, so I can prove your innocence. You have been very obedient so far. I will be done soon, and this whole ordeal shall pass."

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah felt uneasy and scared as Smythe inspected her. She tried to think if she had any scratches or marks that would make him think her a witch, but to her knowledge, she had none of these. As his search over her continued, she shivered in the cool air of the cabin, her nipples hardening against it.

Finally, just when she thought he was done, he told her to lie down on her bed. She didn’t know why he wanted her to do this of course, she was too naïve and innocent to know of the ways of men, she merely thought he was doing his job and nothing more. To this point she had been grateful that he hadn’t been cruel to her, as she thought he might have been.

She stumbled over towards the bed, her arms around her, and slowly laid down. When he asked her to open her legs and raise her arms above her head, she felt even more embarrassment than before, but he was merely performing a public service was he not? Making sure that the community was safe from witches.

Sarah bit her bottom lip and then slowly opened her legs as wide as she could, and then placed her hands above her head and closed her eyes, hoping it would all be over soon.

 

[poohlive]

No resistance. He felt a stirring of power as she moved over to the bed. He could see the slow caution in her steps, but they were determined as well, as if she were fighting to urge herself on. That was good. This submissive mentality would play well for her.

She knelt on the bed and then slowly rocked her body forward. He saw her curved ass come down to the small cleft of her sex. He couldn't see much, unfortunately, just a whisper of two lips coming together. It wasn't until she finally spread her legs that she opened up for him. A flowering bloom of reaction.

He came up behind her. First he kneeled down to see her sex. He was sure she could feel his hot breath on her skin. She shivered once, and his hand shot out to hold her still.

"Please," He said, gripping her thigh, "Stay as still as possible. Be a good girl for me."

Those last words dripped with lust. He couldn't help himself.

His hand began to glide over her skin, moving up and down her thigh before daring to explore further. He brought it close to her sex, touching against her pussy lips, spreading them open so he could see further into her.

"This is often where witches choose to hide their marks. It is said when they deal with the devil they give themselves up to lusty carnal desires. I hope you have lived a more chaste live. Are you a virgin?"

He didn't wait for her answer as he slowly slipped one finger inside of her. He had been shown how to search for a woman's maidenhead during his investigations. If she were intact it would help her chances against being a witch.

"Well," He demanded, his finger pressing further into her.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah’s skin was tinged with pink as Smythe inspected her. She hated being this exposed and this open for anyone. She did her best to remain still while he inspected her, though it was difficult. She felt scared, embarrassed and…something else that she couldn’t place.

She shivered as his hand moved over her skin and she wondered what he was looking for. Soon enough he was asking about her purity. “Yes, I am a virgin…no man has ever touched me..” she told him meekly. She soon felt his finger move inside of her, the feeling caused her eyes to open wide in surprise as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

 

[poohlive]

The sight of her open sex clinging to his finger drove maddening thoughts through Smythe. His entire body felt afire. It took every ounce of his own willpower to keep himself in control. The arousing temptation found a foothold within him, wanting him to sin.

He shivered delightfully.

His finger did cross against her maidenhead, a soft barrier showing that she had not been marred by another man.

He looked back at her, "Please try not to move during my inspection."

He purposely ignored her question. He began slowly moving his finger in and out of her sex. He wanted a deliberate rocking motion, letting her feel the slight friction of his finger pressing in and out.

"You may be a virgin, but that hardly makes you chaste. Have you given yourself to sin though? In thoughts or deeds? Touched or kissed or..."

He let the thought purposely trailing off, his finger slowly pressing in and out of her as he admired the hold her sex had on him.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah make a small sound as his finger moved in and out of her. It wasn't a moan, or a whimper, but something in-between. She felt something strange stirring in her and she wasn't quite sure what it was. As she asked about other deeds she looked back at him with her big violet eyes.

“No man has ever touched me sir, not even to kiss me or embrace me in any way.” she told him as she looked at his face. There was a lust there, not that she knew what it was, but the look she saw made her body feel like it was on fire and she bit her bottom lip slightly.

“Do you see anything?” she asked softly as she looked back at him.

 

[poohlive]

Her body began to respond. He could feel a definitely heat from between her open sex. Within the first few moments of teasing her entrance she had become a furnace for him. Smythe took note of her desire but said nothing.

It was those bright blue eyes that gave her away. She didn't look back with innocence, but a blend of emotions that told her her body was experiencing something her mind could not comprehend.

"This could be a problem," He said, coming close to examine her opened sex now. He used two fingers to spread her lips wide open, getting the first aroma of her sex. Her scent was one of someone in heat, desperate and willing for more than just a simple finger to satisfy.

"You must be feeling flush?" He asked, his finger trailing the outside of her sex until he met a small nub that seemed to enjoy his touch.

"I can see a redness here that wasn't before, and this?"

He showed her a few drops of her own arousal on his finger. He slipped two fingers inside of her, thanks to her slickened folds there was no resistance as they found their way inside.

"You must be feeling something," He asked, "Is it a hotness, unsure of what your body is going through? Are you experiencing sinful thoughts of any kind? Tell me, my child, you must be honest with me."

Both of his fingers slowly slid in and out of her, a deliberate teasing as he questioned her.

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah looked back, watching him examine her. She jumped at she felt him touch her nub, the sensation was like a bolt of lightening through her body. Her reactions to his touches had her worried...could she be a witch without knowing it? She bit her bottom lip and looked at the evidence he showed her.

“I...I don't know...” she said, a worried look on her face as he showed her the moisture on his fingers. She turned her head back around so she didn't have to look at him as he questioned her. Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers moving in and out of her. “Yes...I feel a heat...a pain almost...I don't know exactly what it is...it scares me...” she admitted as she whimpered slightly, for some reason, wanting his fingers deeper inside of her.

 

[poohlive]

"I was afraid of this," Smythe had a sympathetic tone in his voice now. The very fact of her own blossoming sexual appetite made his job all the easier. She didn't know what was going on with her, so it must be something else.

"The sign of the witch is now upon you. See it now, you are confused by a mere touch. You begin to think unwholesome thoughts you have not before. You become more aware of your body."

As if to emphasize this Smythe once more pressed against the nub at the apex of her sex. He could feel her reaction beneath his touch.

"I'm afraid I must go tell the rest of the town what I have found."

Smythe finally slipped his hands from her opened sex, still warm and wet from his intrusion. How he longed to sink himself into her folds. That urge, if played right, would come soon enough.

"Miss Sarah Goodman, you are hereby charged with conducting acts of witchcraft. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

 

[scarlettnuit]

Sarah looked back at him, her violet eyes opened wide as he said the mark of the witch was upon. “Oh no! Please Mr. Smythe, I have no hand in this! If I have the mark of the witch it is because I was myself bewitched by someone!” she said as she turned around and pleaded with him, standing on her knees, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Please do not tell the town, they will kill me, for I know that few care for me and never have.” she told him, the cold stab of fear permeating her body. “Please, I'll do anything to get rid of this mark, I'm a good girl, I really am!”

 

[poohlive]

"I trust you not," He said, recoiling from her when she tried to come near him. He held up his hands, taking a few steps away from her as if she now carried some disease.

Still naked, she was down on her knees pleading with him though. There is little a man can do when trying to reason with a naked woman. He felt this is precisely where she should be. He could use this.

Smythe turned, trying to think something over. He had to rub his chin a few times, just for effect.

"I am not sure," He mulled over the thoughts, looking down at her, "If you truly did have the mark of the witch you would say whatever you could to trick me. Unfortunately I can not tell for sure. I can only bring this to the town and let the courts decide."

He turned, walking towards her front door.

He stopped though.

"There is a way. But it would be impossible for you to do it. A female witch with a mark has promised her body only to the devil himself. So... to prove you weren't a true witch you would only need to lie with another man. But, you are not married, so there would be no way for me to test this."

He paused, looking back at her on her knees. He tried to hide the lust that ran through his vision.

"I am sorry Sarah Goodman. I wish there was something more I could do."

 

[scarlettnuit]

“Please, please Mr. Smythe, I do not wish to burn, I know this is an affliction placed upon me!” she cried, big tears forming and then rolling from her eyes.

When he told her that there was a way, she ran to him, falling to her knees and looking up at him, waiting for her salvation. She blinked as she thought about how to be able to fix her situation, she wasn't sure how.

“I...I could marry someone...there must be a way Mr. Smythe, please, you have seen me to be kind and meek, I am not at all angry or vain, simply scared. There must be some way to save my immortal soul from the clutches of the devil, I'll do anything sir!”