The Witchfinder
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PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
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Thomas Larch:
The bodkin slides out of your teat and moves to another freckle, closer to your areola and again it's very pushed onto your skin. Again the dimple appears and deepens and again it pierces the skin. Slowly deeper and deeper to be rotated and twisted deep in your teat.
There's no question this time. When you scream in pain it's pulled out and moved to another and pushed in to again pierce you.
Over and over, freckle to freckle it's moved. Each of your screams, your moans and whimpers makes my hard cock jump and twitch in anticipation of not just the next scream but also of how you'll feel impaled on it thrashing and struggle as it drives deeper into you than anyone or thing has ever been before.
As you start to speak, I stop it with yet another pierced freckle or mole. The slighest blemish is a place to pierce and your painful screams and gasping keeps you from talking.
I don't care about your words right now, it's your screams I want to hear. It's your screams and movments that are making the head of my hard cock drip it's juices in anticipation.
Finally every mark and blemish on your teat has been tested, except one place that is.
My fingers dig into your sore teat harder and pull to stretch it adding more pain and I place the bodkin at the final place. I look into your wide, terrified eyes as I slowly push it in deeper and deeper until just the wooden handle protrudes from your nipple pressing it into your tit.
As you muster the breath and stregnth to scream and wail once again I look to the table and Master Metcalf where he's moving a bit on his chair as he watches and listens between writing.
"Well sar, she's confessed of a kind but not truly as I'm sure ya noted down since she immediately denied it sar. Thar's no Devil's Teat on this one of hers sar.
"Wish to let the witch rest a bit sar or shall I continue the testing? She seems strong enough yet sar, but tis yer decision."
The bodkin slides out of your teat and moves to another freckle, closer to your areola and again it's very pushed onto your skin. Again the dimple appears and deepens and again it pierces the skin. Slowly deeper and deeper to be rotated and twisted deep in your teat.
There's no question this time. When you scream in pain it's pulled out and moved to another and pushed in to again pierce you.
Over and over, freckle to freckle it's moved. Each of your screams, your moans and whimpers makes my hard cock jump and twitch in anticipation of not just the next scream but also of how you'll feel impaled on it thrashing and struggle as it drives deeper into you than anyone or thing has ever been before.
As you start to speak, I stop it with yet another pierced freckle or mole. The slighest blemish is a place to pierce and your painful screams and gasping keeps you from talking.
I don't care about your words right now, it's your screams I want to hear. It's your screams and movments that are making the head of my hard cock drip it's juices in anticipation.
Finally every mark and blemish on your teat has been tested, except one place that is.
My fingers dig into your sore teat harder and pull to stretch it adding more pain and I place the bodkin at the final place. I look into your wide, terrified eyes as I slowly push it in deeper and deeper until just the wooden handle protrudes from your nipple pressing it into your tit.
As you muster the breath and stregnth to scream and wail once again I look to the table and Master Metcalf where he's moving a bit on his chair as he watches and listens between writing.
"Well sar, she's confessed of a kind but not truly as I'm sure ya noted down since she immediately denied it sar. Thar's no Devil's Teat on this one of hers sar.
"Wish to let the witch rest a bit sar or shall I continue the testing? She seems strong enough yet sar, but tis yer decision."
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