The Witchfinder
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OOC:
I know, I know, he is going to be afraid to have a full scale outbreak of witchcraft within his town, and that is very bad for touris,m. *laugh* Seriously, he is going to be willing to sacrifice his only daughter for the good of the many, if necessary. I understand that. It will just be interesting to see how it plays out.
~Cas
I know, I know, he is going to be afraid to have a full scale outbreak of witchcraft within his town, and that is very bad for touris,m. *laugh* Seriously, he is going to be willing to sacrifice his only daughter for the good of the many, if necessary. I understand that. It will just be interesting to see how it plays out.
~Cas
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Lord Bardwell
OOC: Decided to get Lord Bardwell filled in so we can progress a little.
IC: Lord Bardwell was waiting for his daughter when she arrived back from morning service. She greeted him, but saw at once the dark expression on his face.
"What is it, father?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"
He nodded. "Yes, precious child, something is very wrong. Very wrong indeed."
He bit his lip as he considered what to say. How could he tell her that her own brother had accused her of witchcraft and that the only way to prove her innocence was to have her assist him in the trial of a witch? He had no idea and, in the end, explained it in almost exactly those terms. He left out her accusers identity, deciding that he would deal with his son quietly himself. In her horrified expression he saw the protest she was about to make. She had always been a loving daughter, a caring individual. However, there was nothing he could do here.
"My child," he said simply. "My beloved daughter... I am sorry, but this is the way it has to be. As Witchfinder Metcalfe explained, only a witch would refuse to conduct the work of the Lord and only an innocent would try one of Satan's minions. I... I am sorry."
OOC: Decided to get Lord Bardwell filled in so we can progress a little.
IC: Lord Bardwell was waiting for his daughter when she arrived back from morning service. She greeted him, but saw at once the dark expression on his face.
"What is it, father?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"
He nodded. "Yes, precious child, something is very wrong. Very wrong indeed."
He bit his lip as he considered what to say. How could he tell her that her own brother had accused her of witchcraft and that the only way to prove her innocence was to have her assist him in the trial of a witch? He had no idea and, in the end, explained it in almost exactly those terms. He left out her accusers identity, deciding that he would deal with his son quietly himself. In her horrified expression he saw the protest she was about to make. She had always been a loving daughter, a caring individual. However, there was nothing he could do here.
"My child," he said simply. "My beloved daughter... I am sorry, but this is the way it has to be. As Witchfinder Metcalfe explained, only a witch would refuse to conduct the work of the Lord and only an innocent would try one of Satan's minions. I... I am sorry."
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Lady Alexandria Bardwell
Listening to the words coming out of her father's mouth, Xan could hardly believe what he was saying. She had been accused of witchcraft? How could that be? The logic of it was lost on her. How could anyone possibly think she was a witch? Looking up into her father's sad face, she felt the first spirals of fear weaving through her blood. Fear, and more than a little bit of panic. As his words began to sink in and make sense to her, she shook her head in denial.
"Father, how can this be? You know I am not a witch! Who could possibly say something like that of me?"
Hearing a noise behind her, she whirls around and sees Kip standing in the door, his face just as shocked as hers. Running to him, she throws herself into his arms.
"Oh, Kip, how could this happen to me?"
She briefly feels his arms tighten around her, and then he gently pushes her back. Looking down into her eyes, he speaks gently and firmly.
"Xan, it sounds as if you have been given a way out of this, and I think you should give it serious thought. This is a very dangerous situation. If you have been accused of witchcraft, and are tested, even if you are found to be innocent of the charges, you will never be the same again. The scars of the tests will be with you forever."
Twirling around again, Xan looks at her father, and is about to say something to him, ask him for his help, when she sees the odd look he is giving Kip.
"Father? What is it?"
Listening to the words coming out of her father's mouth, Xan could hardly believe what he was saying. She had been accused of witchcraft? How could that be? The logic of it was lost on her. How could anyone possibly think she was a witch? Looking up into her father's sad face, she felt the first spirals of fear weaving through her blood. Fear, and more than a little bit of panic. As his words began to sink in and make sense to her, she shook her head in denial.
"Father, how can this be? You know I am not a witch! Who could possibly say something like that of me?"
Hearing a noise behind her, she whirls around and sees Kip standing in the door, his face just as shocked as hers. Running to him, she throws herself into his arms.
"Oh, Kip, how could this happen to me?"
She briefly feels his arms tighten around her, and then he gently pushes her back. Looking down into her eyes, he speaks gently and firmly.
"Xan, it sounds as if you have been given a way out of this, and I think you should give it serious thought. This is a very dangerous situation. If you have been accused of witchcraft, and are tested, even if you are found to be innocent of the charges, you will never be the same again. The scars of the tests will be with you forever."
Twirling around again, Xan looks at her father, and is about to say something to him, ask him for his help, when she sees the odd look he is giving Kip.
"Father? What is it?"
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Lord Bardwell
Lord Bardwell returned his gaze quickly to his daughter. Had she seen the look he had given his son? He hoped not, that would just make the situation even worse. He sighed and spoke in whispered resignation.
"My daughter, it matters not who has accused you. Suffice it to say that the person is of merit in this city and as such the accusations must be seen to be tested one way or another."
He couldn't stop his eyes flicking back to his son, nor his lip curling slightly in anger.
"Daughter, there is nothing for it. A woman is being brought in to be tried for witchcraft. You will assist the witchfinder in trying the accused... That way we can prove you are no witch and have done with this terrible lunacy."
He realised he was not looking at her and forced his gaze back away from his son to his daughter's stunned face.
"Go!" He said in a half-strangled yell. "Go to the dungeon and help him! The woman will be here shortly and you must do whatever the witchfinder says to test her!"
Lord Bardwell returned his gaze quickly to his daughter. Had she seen the look he had given his son? He hoped not, that would just make the situation even worse. He sighed and spoke in whispered resignation.
"My daughter, it matters not who has accused you. Suffice it to say that the person is of merit in this city and as such the accusations must be seen to be tested one way or another."
He couldn't stop his eyes flicking back to his son, nor his lip curling slightly in anger.
"Daughter, there is nothing for it. A woman is being brought in to be tried for witchcraft. You will assist the witchfinder in trying the accused... That way we can prove you are no witch and have done with this terrible lunacy."
He realised he was not looking at her and forced his gaze back away from his son to his daughter's stunned face.
"Go!" He said in a half-strangled yell. "Go to the dungeon and help him! The woman will be here shortly and you must do whatever the witchfinder says to test her!"
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Xan
As Kip's hands fall from her shoulders, and she sees the serious intent in her father's eyes, she begins to choke down a sob. This was just impossible. How could something like this possibly be happening to her? How could such insanity have so suddenly taken complete control over her life? As she casts one last, pleading look at her father, she sees him shake his head and turn away slowly. Walking over to his desk, he begins to shuffle through some papers.
"Alexandria, go to the dungeons now. There is no other way."
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Xan stands up and wipes away a tear that had somehow made its way to her cheek.
"This is madness, father. When I heard that poor Sarah Durham had been accused of witchcraft, I thought that it must somehow be a mistake. You say that it is a prominant person who has accused me, and yet you do not tell me who it was. Have I not the right to know whom I have wronged so badly that they would say such vile things about me?"
Seeing the sudden, closed look come over her father's face, she ran to him and threw her arms around him.
"Father, you know me, and you know that this charge is rediculous. If I were to be put on trial, I would be found innocent. You know that! There can be no possible real evidence to support this charge against me! it is madness!"
Lord Bardwell turned and grasped Xan's shoulders roughly.
"Listen to me, and listen well, girl. You will not be put on trial. If you are put on trial, it will destroy you. People who are put before the witchfinder to be tested are found to be witches. That is the reality of this situation. If you want to do any good at all, go and do everything that the Metcalf asks you to do. If you don't believe this Durham woman is a witch, then the best thing, the only thing, you can do for her is to make her end as painless as possible."
"But father..."
"Go, Xan, now. Going on trial yourself will serve no purpose at all."
OOC:
Realize that this doesn't necessarily mean she isn't going to eventually end up on trial as well.
~Cas
As Kip's hands fall from her shoulders, and she sees the serious intent in her father's eyes, she begins to choke down a sob. This was just impossible. How could something like this possibly be happening to her? How could such insanity have so suddenly taken complete control over her life? As she casts one last, pleading look at her father, she sees him shake his head and turn away slowly. Walking over to his desk, he begins to shuffle through some papers.
"Alexandria, go to the dungeons now. There is no other way."
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Xan stands up and wipes away a tear that had somehow made its way to her cheek.
"This is madness, father. When I heard that poor Sarah Durham had been accused of witchcraft, I thought that it must somehow be a mistake. You say that it is a prominant person who has accused me, and yet you do not tell me who it was. Have I not the right to know whom I have wronged so badly that they would say such vile things about me?"
Seeing the sudden, closed look come over her father's face, she ran to him and threw her arms around him.
"Father, you know me, and you know that this charge is rediculous. If I were to be put on trial, I would be found innocent. You know that! There can be no possible real evidence to support this charge against me! it is madness!"
Lord Bardwell turned and grasped Xan's shoulders roughly.
"Listen to me, and listen well, girl. You will not be put on trial. If you are put on trial, it will destroy you. People who are put before the witchfinder to be tested are found to be witches. That is the reality of this situation. If you want to do any good at all, go and do everything that the Metcalf asks you to do. If you don't believe this Durham woman is a witch, then the best thing, the only thing, you can do for her is to make her end as painless as possible."
"But father..."
"Go, Xan, now. Going on trial yourself will serve no purpose at all."
OOC:
Realize that this doesn't necessarily mean she isn't going to eventually end up on trial as well.
~Cas
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OOC: AR has PM'ed me that she won't be posting until Tuesday and that I'm to get her to the castle.
IC:
"Thank ya Jackson. I've got the witch now ya kin let 'er go."
"Fields did ya get names of any hearing the witch say she'd kill 'im?"
"Aye sar. Several did."
"Good. Bring in all the neighbors to see what the witch 'as done so they can bear witness at 'er trial," I said loudly enough that my low voice carried to all the listening ears. The seeds had been sown and I'd bring them to bloom shortly.
Fields stepped inside and beckoned them in. Silently and slowly then entered and pressed back along the walls eyeing the body and the branked witch.
"I know ya all kin see the dead man. One of ya tell me 'is name."
"Michael Durham," a voice answered quietly.
"Is this women 'is wife?"
"Aye sar. She's 'is wife these past 10 years or so."
"Look ye now and bear witness to all ye see," I said in a loud and authorative voice I'd cultivated with Master Metcalf's tutoring.
"See the dead Michael Durham on the floor. Look ye and see the wee bit of blood on 'is 'ead, not enough blood ta kill a man is it?"
There were murmurs of agreement, some nodding.
"I 'eard this woman, ooo's an accused witch, shouting as I approached and threaten to kill 'im. I thew open the door and found 'im on the floor and 'eard 'im say with 'is dyin' breath, "The .... Devil".
This accused witch was the only other 'uman in the room. I saw no 'un else. Look ye at the size of poor dead Durham. Look at the size of this accused witch. Could she kill 'im wit so little blood w'out magic 'elp? Devil's magic for the great and good God would NEVER 'elp to kill a man," I scanned the rapt faces and and said very quietly in a near threatening tone of voice, "Would 'e?"
Heads shook as all the negative replies jumbled in together.
"One oh ya take care o' the body. Take it ta tha church and tell the priest to preserve it best he can til the trial. 'haps in the cellar where it's cooler. The rest of ya back to yer homes and remember what ya've seen and heard for the witch's trial. Now go."
They began to shuffle out the door murmuring and muttering quietly to each other with frequent looks and Durham and glares at his wife.
When the three of us were alone and the door closed, I pushed the witch to Johnson, who immediately seized her arms in a hard tight grip, the small "attention" bell on the brank jingling as she jerked to a stop.
"Noo before we leave let's see what we've got fer ourselves."
I opened the lacing on her bodice bearing her tits for us to see. Next her skirt was unfastened and pulled to pool around her feet. She stood naked and our eyes drank in her nakedness.
"Ooo yes sar. This un 'll be a good un awright," Johnson said.
"Aye, damned good by the look o' 'er," Fields agreed.
I just stood and looked envisioning all of the things to come and her screaming over and over as they occured. Begging, pleading for anything but more pain Anything at all.
Well cover the wench and let's git ta the castle. Master Metcalf 'll be thar by now.
Fields moved to obey and enjoy a feel or two as he redressed her. Her struggles were of an unconscious nature but there. I knew she wasn't too far gone even with the bruises already beginning to show on her tit. 'Happened in the struggle to brank her' I thought. 'Had to grab something and that was first at hand.'
There were four men standing waiting in the rain by our horses when we left the hovel.
"Git 'im to the priest. Tell the priest what's 'appened and to do as I said."
All nodded and one said, "Yes sar. Right away sar," as he tugged his forelock in respect.
I mounted and they handed the witch up to me. I set her astride the saddle in front of me and kicked the horse into a walk heading toward the castle.
Once out of sight of the town, one arm wrapped around her waist to pull her back against my crotch so the movement of the horse would rub her ass on my hard cock. My other arm played with her tits through her dress.
"Oh witch I kin't wait. Oh how ya'll scream, how ya'll beg me to stop, to fuck ya. Anything to stop the pain I'll make ya feel. You'll see wench. You'll see."
The ride wasn't long and as the castle came into view I straightened her blouse a bit, sat a bit straighter and rode silently still holding her ass to my crotch.
In the courtyard a man at arms looked, with wide eyes, as she was handed down to Jackson and Fields and I dismounted. It was hard to tell what was more startling... the witch in the brank or my size as his head turned like it was on a swivel.
"Take me to Master Metcalf. Now man it's important."
"Jackson, Fields take care o' the 'orses and join the others. This 'us 'll show ya whar."
I followed him to the depths of the castle, to the dungeon where Metcalf was waiting.
As I normally did on entering in a castle setting everything was formal, "Master Metcalf I have the accused witch, but sar there's no doubt now. I dunna think a trial will be needed sar. She's killed 'er husband wit witchcraft sar. I bore witness and others 'eard 'er threaten as I did."
IC:
"Thank ya Jackson. I've got the witch now ya kin let 'er go."
"Fields did ya get names of any hearing the witch say she'd kill 'im?"
"Aye sar. Several did."
"Good. Bring in all the neighbors to see what the witch 'as done so they can bear witness at 'er trial," I said loudly enough that my low voice carried to all the listening ears. The seeds had been sown and I'd bring them to bloom shortly.
Fields stepped inside and beckoned them in. Silently and slowly then entered and pressed back along the walls eyeing the body and the branked witch.
"I know ya all kin see the dead man. One of ya tell me 'is name."
"Michael Durham," a voice answered quietly.
"Is this women 'is wife?"
"Aye sar. She's 'is wife these past 10 years or so."
"Look ye now and bear witness to all ye see," I said in a loud and authorative voice I'd cultivated with Master Metcalf's tutoring.
"See the dead Michael Durham on the floor. Look ye and see the wee bit of blood on 'is 'ead, not enough blood ta kill a man is it?"
There were murmurs of agreement, some nodding.
"I 'eard this woman, ooo's an accused witch, shouting as I approached and threaten to kill 'im. I thew open the door and found 'im on the floor and 'eard 'im say with 'is dyin' breath, "The .... Devil".
This accused witch was the only other 'uman in the room. I saw no 'un else. Look ye at the size of poor dead Durham. Look at the size of this accused witch. Could she kill 'im wit so little blood w'out magic 'elp? Devil's magic for the great and good God would NEVER 'elp to kill a man," I scanned the rapt faces and and said very quietly in a near threatening tone of voice, "Would 'e?"
Heads shook as all the negative replies jumbled in together.
"One oh ya take care o' the body. Take it ta tha church and tell the priest to preserve it best he can til the trial. 'haps in the cellar where it's cooler. The rest of ya back to yer homes and remember what ya've seen and heard for the witch's trial. Now go."
They began to shuffle out the door murmuring and muttering quietly to each other with frequent looks and Durham and glares at his wife.
When the three of us were alone and the door closed, I pushed the witch to Johnson, who immediately seized her arms in a hard tight grip, the small "attention" bell on the brank jingling as she jerked to a stop.
"Noo before we leave let's see what we've got fer ourselves."
I opened the lacing on her bodice bearing her tits for us to see. Next her skirt was unfastened and pulled to pool around her feet. She stood naked and our eyes drank in her nakedness.
"Ooo yes sar. This un 'll be a good un awright," Johnson said.
"Aye, damned good by the look o' 'er," Fields agreed.
I just stood and looked envisioning all of the things to come and her screaming over and over as they occured. Begging, pleading for anything but more pain Anything at all.
Well cover the wench and let's git ta the castle. Master Metcalf 'll be thar by now.
Fields moved to obey and enjoy a feel or two as he redressed her. Her struggles were of an unconscious nature but there. I knew she wasn't too far gone even with the bruises already beginning to show on her tit. 'Happened in the struggle to brank her' I thought. 'Had to grab something and that was first at hand.'
There were four men standing waiting in the rain by our horses when we left the hovel.
"Git 'im to the priest. Tell the priest what's 'appened and to do as I said."
All nodded and one said, "Yes sar. Right away sar," as he tugged his forelock in respect.
I mounted and they handed the witch up to me. I set her astride the saddle in front of me and kicked the horse into a walk heading toward the castle.
Once out of sight of the town, one arm wrapped around her waist to pull her back against my crotch so the movement of the horse would rub her ass on my hard cock. My other arm played with her tits through her dress.
"Oh witch I kin't wait. Oh how ya'll scream, how ya'll beg me to stop, to fuck ya. Anything to stop the pain I'll make ya feel. You'll see wench. You'll see."
The ride wasn't long and as the castle came into view I straightened her blouse a bit, sat a bit straighter and rode silently still holding her ass to my crotch.
In the courtyard a man at arms looked, with wide eyes, as she was handed down to Jackson and Fields and I dismounted. It was hard to tell what was more startling... the witch in the brank or my size as his head turned like it was on a swivel.
"Take me to Master Metcalf. Now man it's important."
"Jackson, Fields take care o' the 'orses and join the others. This 'us 'll show ya whar."
I followed him to the depths of the castle, to the dungeon where Metcalf was waiting.
As I normally did on entering in a castle setting everything was formal, "Master Metcalf I have the accused witch, but sar there's no doubt now. I dunna think a trial will be needed sar. She's killed 'er husband wit witchcraft sar. I bore witness and others 'eard 'er threaten as I did."
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Xan
Sighing in resignation, I turn and walk to the door. As I walk out into the courtyard, headed toward the dungeons, I see a giant of a man walking in that general direction as well. He is dragging Sarah Durham behind him, and she looks as if the torture has already begun.
He half carries and half drags Sarah down into the dungeon as I stand there watching in disbelief. Coming to my senses, I rush down into the dungeon after them, and in a fury find Master Metcalf and the overbearing giant standing together, both of them glowering at the poor abused woman barely able to stand before them.
"I demand to know just what you two think you are doing to that poor woman!"
Sighing in resignation, I turn and walk to the door. As I walk out into the courtyard, headed toward the dungeons, I see a giant of a man walking in that general direction as well. He is dragging Sarah Durham behind him, and she looks as if the torture has already begun.
He half carries and half drags Sarah down into the dungeon as I stand there watching in disbelief. Coming to my senses, I rush down into the dungeon after them, and in a fury find Master Metcalf and the overbearing giant standing together, both of them glowering at the poor abused woman barely able to stand before them.
"I demand to know just what you two think you are doing to that poor woman!"
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Thomas Larch
Hearing a female voice imperioiusly saying, "I demand to know just what you two think you are doing to that poor woman!", I turned toward the door. A well dressed young woman stood there with a frown on her face, but I doubted that it matched the glower on mine as my eyes looked at hers.
I waited for Master Metcalf to reply, tightening my grip on the 'witches' arm just in case.
Hearing a female voice imperioiusly saying, "I demand to know just what you two think you are doing to that poor woman!", I turned toward the door. A well dressed young woman stood there with a frown on her face, but I doubted that it matched the glower on mine as my eyes looked at hers.
I waited for Master Metcalf to reply, tightening my grip on the 'witches' arm just in case.
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William Metcalfe
Metcalfe simply smiled and turned his gaze on the imperious woman before him. She was beautiful, and more so with the indignant look on her face. It was a look he was going to savor as he broke her, for one way or another she would not survive this experience intact. As the trial proceeded she would discover one of two things: either that an objection would ensure she was tried and convicted as a witch, or that she enjoyed being a torturer's servant and so would be ill-fit for any good company. That was an interesting thought in itself. The long, hard nights were lonely. The unlikely prospect of a woman like Lady Alexandria to warm his bed was very tempting.
"Ah, Lady Alexandria," he crooned. "It is not what I and Master Larch will do, but what all three of us will, for I believe your father has sent you to be our assistant? Yes... good. Well, my lady, we are going to try this woman on the charge of witchcraft and devilry. Already, I have heard from my colleague and assistant that he witnessed her slay her own husband by calling on the darkest powers, now we will determine the extent of her evil. Are you ready to learn the ways of the finding, my Lady?"
Metcalfe simply smiled and turned his gaze on the imperious woman before him. She was beautiful, and more so with the indignant look on her face. It was a look he was going to savor as he broke her, for one way or another she would not survive this experience intact. As the trial proceeded she would discover one of two things: either that an objection would ensure she was tried and convicted as a witch, or that she enjoyed being a torturer's servant and so would be ill-fit for any good company. That was an interesting thought in itself. The long, hard nights were lonely. The unlikely prospect of a woman like Lady Alexandria to warm his bed was very tempting.
"Ah, Lady Alexandria," he crooned. "It is not what I and Master Larch will do, but what all three of us will, for I believe your father has sent you to be our assistant? Yes... good. Well, my lady, we are going to try this woman on the charge of witchcraft and devilry. Already, I have heard from my colleague and assistant that he witnessed her slay her own husband by calling on the darkest powers, now we will determine the extent of her evil. Are you ready to learn the ways of the finding, my Lady?"
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Thomas Larch:
I listened to Master Metcalf and watched the woman as she spoke.
'Ahhh', I thought, 'so that's the way of it is it. We'd been down this road before with others of noble birth and each time the result was the same. Every time.'
Now I knew the way of it and the anticipation began to build as I looked at her form under the dress and her lovely face. A face and form that I'd, eventually, know intimately. Very intimately indeed.
I listened to Master Metcalf and watched the woman as she spoke.
'Ahhh', I thought, 'so that's the way of it is it. We'd been down this road before with others of noble birth and each time the result was the same. Every time.'
Now I knew the way of it and the anticipation began to build as I looked at her form under the dress and her lovely face. A face and form that I'd, eventually, know intimately. Very intimately indeed.
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The Witchfinder:
OOC:
Hello BF,
Has the story died or just waiting for AR's response?
BTW, your email box is full. Tried to PM this to you but couldn't.
PP
OOC:
Hello BF,
Has the story died or just waiting for AR's response?
BTW, your email box is full. Tried to PM this to you but couldn't.
PP
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OOC: Actually, we're waiting for Caspai to respond... last I heard she was trying to work out what to write. Sorry for the delays phoenix. Am trying but forced to wait at the moment. Quickly updating this to free AR from the Brank.
IC: A quick signal was all that was needed for Larch to release the brank. The woman almost screamed in released pain as it was removed from her mouth, easing her breathing and allowing her to speak. It always amused that the pain increased once more when the torture device was removed, it was somehow right.
"Speak, witch," demanded Metcalfe. "You stand accused of murdering your husband by invoking the devil. How say you?"
IC: A quick signal was all that was needed for Larch to release the brank. The woman almost screamed in released pain as it was removed from her mouth, easing her breathing and allowing her to speak. It always amused that the pain increased once more when the torture device was removed, it was somehow right.
"Speak, witch," demanded Metcalfe. "You stand accused of murdering your husband by invoking the devil. How say you?"
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OOC:
Okay, got ya.
Okay, got ya.
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Sarah Durham
Sarah's eyes looked at the three of them, tears finally letting loose.
"Please, ma'am. Help." Was all that excaped her lips. She didn't know how this could all happen so quickly. She wasn't a witch, and as far as her husband, she hadn't meant a word she said.
"I didn't mean for his death. I just wanted him to stop hitting me."
She pleaded for understanding, but none came from the men. Only the woman would be her chance. Perhaps she could free her.
Sarah's eyes looked at the three of them, tears finally letting loose.
"Please, ma'am. Help." Was all that excaped her lips. She didn't know how this could all happen so quickly. She wasn't a witch, and as far as her husband, she hadn't meant a word she said.
"I didn't mean for his death. I just wanted him to stop hitting me."
She pleaded for understanding, but none came from the men. Only the woman would be her chance. Perhaps she could free her.
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William Metcalf
Metcalfe sat behind a desk and smiled. She had already condemned herself in the first few sentences she spoke. Strictly, it meant the trial was needless, but he could always explain it as the necessity of seeing just how far Satan's web was stretched in this area. He'd ask her for names and she would give them. Eventually.
"So, witch, you admit your guilt already?" He said, a gleam in his eyes. "It may be you did not wish to kill your husband, and yet you state you did not mean to slay him when your master Satan obeyed your calling?"
He glanced at Lady Alexandria and laughed. "There is no merit in calling to this woman of God for assistance. She is to be working with me to discover the extent of your guilt, and the allies you have used in your work with the devil."
Metcalfe sat behind a desk and smiled. She had already condemned herself in the first few sentences she spoke. Strictly, it meant the trial was needless, but he could always explain it as the necessity of seeing just how far Satan's web was stretched in this area. He'd ask her for names and she would give them. Eventually.
"So, witch, you admit your guilt already?" He said, a gleam in his eyes. "It may be you did not wish to kill your husband, and yet you state you did not mean to slay him when your master Satan obeyed your calling?"
He glanced at Lady Alexandria and laughed. "There is no merit in calling to this woman of God for assistance. She is to be working with me to discover the extent of your guilt, and the allies you have used in your work with the devil."
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Thomas Larch:
I stood between the two women listening and watching, ready to move in any direction needed and far faster than either could expect.
I smiled to myself at Master Metcalf's words for, if things followed the course I'd watched in the past, this fine looking noble wench would soon be screaming and begging along side the wench from the farm house.
My cock twitched at the thoughts and expectations. Unnoticed I'd taken two wadded up cloths from my pockets to use to 'stifle a witch's spell casting' or silence protests or screams if needed.
I stood between the two women listening and watching, ready to move in any direction needed and far faster than either could expect.
I smiled to myself at Master Metcalf's words for, if things followed the course I'd watched in the past, this fine looking noble wench would soon be screaming and begging along side the wench from the farm house.
My cock twitched at the thoughts and expectations. Unnoticed I'd taken two wadded up cloths from my pockets to use to 'stifle a witch's spell casting' or silence protests or screams if needed.
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OOC: AR - you're up, decided to continue interrogating Sarah while we find out if Cas is still around/interested. Cas, if you are still following this can you followup, please? Phoenix - your pm box is full. Check inbox and sent messages in case they are what's clogging it.
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Sarah Durham
Sarah feel to her knees in front of Metcalfe, "Sire, I have no allies. I know nothing of the devil. Please, help me. Do not harm me, for I have no reason to be harmed."
She looked wide eyed at the people around the room. "PLease sire. I do anything you ask, just set me free."
Sarah feel to her knees in front of Metcalfe, "Sire, I have no allies. I know nothing of the devil. Please, help me. Do not harm me, for I have no reason to be harmed."
She looked wide eyed at the people around the room. "PLease sire. I do anything you ask, just set me free."
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William Metcalfe
"First you confess and then deny? Witch, it seems that your dark lord is meddling with your tongue!"
Any word, any phrase, could be used as evidence of Satan's work. That was what the witchfinders relied on. That she would initially make a statement which could be heard as a confession to a killing and then deny she was working with the devil was a simple route in.
"Very well, if your tongue be not trustworthy, your body shall betray the truth. Larch, strip her, and let us begin our investigation of this witch!"
Rule one. A victim who was stripped of her dignity was stripped of her willpower. The terror of such a callous and confusing act would only lead her to dread what else may be done. Besides, she was a pretty wench, and his eyes wanted to see more of her.
"First you confess and then deny? Witch, it seems that your dark lord is meddling with your tongue!"
Any word, any phrase, could be used as evidence of Satan's work. That was what the witchfinders relied on. That she would initially make a statement which could be heard as a confession to a killing and then deny she was working with the devil was a simple route in.
"Very well, if your tongue be not trustworthy, your body shall betray the truth. Larch, strip her, and let us begin our investigation of this witch!"
Rule one. A victim who was stripped of her dignity was stripped of her willpower. The terror of such a callous and confusing act would only lead her to dread what else may be done. Besides, she was a pretty wench, and his eyes wanted to see more of her.
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OOC:Ok, if you get this go to the little scroll bar in your pm box. The last thing on there will be MESSAGE TRACKING, click on it and it will give you some things saying all the messages you have either sent or replied to. Clean it out. No one ever says anything about that so it is easy to miss. I do all the time! LOL
I will get to the post as soon as I can. Like I said, just because I am on doesn't mean I am here to post. My son keeps me active sometimes and I am not able to. But I will asap.
*smiles*
This is to PP.
I will get to the post as soon as I can. Like I said, just because I am on doesn't mean I am here to post. My son keeps me active sometimes and I am not able to. But I will asap.
*smiles*
This is to PP.
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OOC to AR:
Okay and thanks AR. Will to that right now oh great and wise sage and guru. *Great Big Grin and a lil wink*
Will be watching for your post.... expectantly. *wickedly evil smile and leering look*
PP
Okay and thanks AR. Will to that right now oh great and wise sage and guru. *Great Big Grin and a lil wink*
Will be watching for your post.... expectantly. *wickedly evil smile and leering look*
PP
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OOC to AR:
There were 4 there and now that too is empty. Would you mind trying to PM me so we can see if it's working now?
PP
There were 4 there and now that too is empty. Would you mind trying to PM me so we can see if it's working now?
PP
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Sarah Durham
Hands seemed to appear from no where, yet everywhere. They were stripping her. Her clothes tores, freeing her heavy bosum, and scaring her all the same. "NO, please Sire!" She beckoned.
Her body was heafted and lain on a table. She struggled, on hand freeing itself from the wirery man that possessed it. She lashed out, her nails scratching inches from his eyes. "Let me go!" She screamed.
Her screams seemed to go unheard. There was no one here to hear her cries. She could be heard, but no one cared. "PLEASE!"
Hands seemed to appear from no where, yet everywhere. They were stripping her. Her clothes tores, freeing her heavy bosum, and scaring her all the same. "NO, please Sire!" She beckoned.
Her body was heafted and lain on a table. She struggled, on hand freeing itself from the wirery man that possessed it. She lashed out, her nails scratching inches from his eyes. "Let me go!" She screamed.
Her screams seemed to go unheard. There was no one here to hear her cries. She could be heard, but no one cared. "PLEASE!"
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