Witchcraft does not pay side story: The Apprentice (CLOSED)

[Knightmare27]

It was a long and difficult day for Heinrich. Not as difficult as he made it for the witches, of course. Molly had confessed that day. Something that was very satisfying to the executioner after what she had done to Heather. The rest would be done soon enough, though he almost admired how long they were holding out. He hoped he had not been too noisy at work. Or rather, they had not been...

As he came upstairs to take a break, Heather was waiting there for him. His lovely, loving wife. They had only been together for a few weeks, and he already could not imagine a life without her.

She had been working in the garden. Or rather, turning the overgrown patch of grass in front of his house into a garden. He would have loved to spend the day out there with her.

He stepped out and took her hands, still covered in soil. "I am done with work for the morning, Heather. Let us eat."

 

[LandiKirk]

"I am done with work for the morning, Heather. Let us eat."

Heather giggles as Heinrich didnt seemed bothered by her dirty hands. She quickly cleaned them and brought somenledt over meat and the last of the bread she made. Butter and some honey was brought over too. Unfortunately she could only bring cool.water for him to drink as his cupboards were getting sparse

Still the sandwiches were better then nothing. Heather spoke of taking the last of her Shepard pie and mix in the carrots that he had left and make a bake loaf with gravy.

It was surprising how she made his staples last this long. Heather knew many things of cooking and baking. In anhoiae of ten children Mother needed extra help in the kitchen and Heather was a good listener and helped immensely.

If there was a vice in her life it would be her cooking Mother's recipes.or.baking Nana's breads and cakes. They had taught her how to be a good wife for her husband in the future

 

[Knightmare27]

She seemed a little bit embarrassed that she could only do so little, but she had no idea how much more than usual it was. Just the thought of coming back from his dirty work to see her was more than he had ever wished for. His break was over far too quickly, and he took his leave with a kiss. He was so glad he could return to her once he had, hopefully, heard a confession or two more. Before he finally went downstairs again, he put his arms around her and hugged her, his arms pressing into her shapely butt beneath that dress.

And yet... after a hard day at work, he went to the cell. The one he swore he would never open again unnecessarily. Lianne was waiting inside, and he knew it. Before his conscience could stop him, they had gone down into the torture chamber that had been their love nest for the past months. He returned late for dinner, glowing pleasantly inside, yet also filled with infinite guilt. What had he done? Why had he given in?

 

[LandiKirk]

Heather had just pulled the loaf from the oven and quickly whipped up the gravy from the drippings of the loaf. She grabbed two plates and came to the table much like a server at a diner or an inn.

The loaf turned out beautifully and the last chunk of bread sat near the bowl of gravy. Heather brought a picture of water to the table and smiled at Heinrich.

"All went well?" Heather asks.

She noticed his content behavior so figured he must have gotten a confession. Then she wondered what happens after a confession ?

While they ate Heather asked. "Who do you see for supplies and staples? We will need more food for the autumn weather and even winter."

 

[Knightmare27]

He answered her question about work, but did not get too specific. What he had done to get Molly's confession was not meant for Heather's ears. He almost wished his ears had been spared, too. Not to mention the witch. But what counted was that her soul was free to be cleansed now. And that the one who had left a hole in his beloved's chest would be punished.

"I do go to buy things in the market, though custom dictates I do so only in the hour before the gate closes. Me being out there in plain daylight, like I was with you...there is not exactly a law against it, but I am sure someone will run to the council and complain. They do not want to see the executioner - or you, sadly - more than absolutely necessary. They might even end up demanding I put my own wife in the pillory for doing that."

 

[LandiKirk]

When Heinrich mentioned Molly had confessed, Heather remained quiet for a few moments. Back in Ireland it really didnt matter of there was a confession most of the witches she had heard of were drowned by dunking repeatedly

"I do go to buy things in the market, though custom dictates I do so only in the hour before the gate closes. Me being out there in plain daylight, like I was with you...there is not exactly a law against it, but I am sure someone will run to the council and complain. They do not want to see the executioner - or you, sadly - more than absolutely necessary. They might even end up demanding I put my own wife in the pillory for doing that."

Heather frowned but asked "what is a pillory?"

She listened as Heinrich described the shape of the pillory and how the punished had to stand stooped over.

"Maybe I should just make a list." Heather sniffled sadly. These people were just plain cruel

 

[Knightmare27]

He had been exaggerating a little with is comment about the pillory, and his explanation had done nothing to calm poor Heather down. Neither did his revelation about Molly's confession. It was clear that she cared about the witches, even the one whose knife had left an indelible mark on her, and nearly killed her. Good thing she would not have to witness any of the actual things he had done to Molly...or would do.

When he saw that she was on the verge of tears, he said, soothingly: "I was not quite serious about having to put you in the pillory. But it is true that we must follow the rules. Tomorrow, when I am at work, go to the market in the hour before the gates are closed. They can not have anything against that. And - do not be hurt if people try to speak to you as little as possible. You are the executioner's wife now, and that means any association with you will cause people to talk."

He stood up, hugged her from behind and bent down to her: "Yes, this is what it is like to be an executioner... this is why I was so surprised anyone would choose to be with me."

 

[LandiKirk]

"I was not quite serious about having to put you in the pillory. But it is true that we must follow the rules. Tomorrow, when I am at work, go to the market in the hour before the gates are closed. They can not have anything against that. And - do not be hurt if people try to speak to you as little as possible. You are the executioner's wife now, and that means any association with you will cause people to talk."

Heather nods then asks. "Do you trade goods or use a coin?"

"Yes, this is what it is like to be an executioner... this is why I was so surprised anyone would choose to be with me."

Heather turned towards Heinrich and cuddled to his hug. Heather was resourceful and would figure a way to accomplish reaching her goals..

After dinner she washed the dishes and dried them. She checked the larder for what was still there. Not much but there was oil and dried apples. She really needed farmer foods, milk, eggs, perhaps some goats milk to make cheese. Heather thought to speak with a farmer to acquire the seeds for spring.

That night lieing with Heinrich, Hesther found herself in a kissing mood. She had kissed Heinrich along his neck, around his ears, on his nose, his Adam's apple, and even on his lips.

It didnt bother her to lie nude in his arms as they slept. Heather dreamt of the future. Taking her own family to Ireland to awe her parents at least once before they passed...

In the morning she used the last of the oil and flour to make biscuits. Heather found a scrap of paper and drew little pictures that represented what she was looking for.

Heather did wish to go sooner but the rules has to be obeyed.

Heather waited outdoors working on the plot her garden would go. She noticed a farm not too far from them. Heather had an idea and went to clean up.

Heather wore something more like a farmer's child would. She took what Heinrich gave her and her needlework and went to the neighboring farm.

It wasnt a bad walk but further then she thought. When she reached the gate she called out. "Good Morn"

The man came from the side and greeted her politely not knowing who she was. Heather explained her need for goods and unfamiliar with the city market.

" A lass like me would get lost in a place so big." Heather admitted

The farmer nodded and agreed to take her coins and needlework for what ever she wanted . He even tossed in two chicks, and a piglet. Heather looked over his bundles of goods for the market tomorrow.

Corn, wheat, oats, olives, grapes, milk, eggs, apples, gourds, peas, lettuce, tubers, onions, beets, honey, oregano, goat's milk, wool, and carrots. That was what filled her basket and she gathered her animals and headed back towards the city. She stopped at the home and switched baskets and hoped the animals didnt mess things up until she could make a small hit for them

Inside the gate she walked straight to the marketplace. She stopped at two different stalls. One had tomatoes and loaves of bread. One of the guards happened by and reprimanded the seller for trying to cheat the executioners woman. He gave her more then she needed at no charge. The guard looked about and realizes Heather is on her own so volunteered to escort her quickly.

The second stall carried sewing items. Heather took her last needlework and asked for a trade but he recognized her from before. At first he was going to refuse her but with the guard with her he decided to do business with her "just this time."

Heather got linen, spindles, needles, and a sewing hoop. This would keep her busy while Heinrich worked below.

Being done Heather turned around but she didnt find the gate she came in at. The guard that had escorted her disappeared after some youths who stole fruit from a different stall..

Heather looked back and forth looking for the tables that she passed and didn't see them. In fact many of the stalls were empty so her landmarks were gone.

She began walking away from the sun recalling the sun was in front of her when she came in. She saw some people packing up their storefront.

"Sir, can you direct me to the gate" Heather asked

The man looked up and scowled. "Go away, I dont deal with your kind."

Heather tried again. "I understand but which way is the gate?"

They ignored her so she wandered on. Nothing looked familiar and soon the gates would shit trapping her inside.

The monk who took her account of her abduction found her and brought her to the correct gate. He advised her to have a map so she wouldn't get lost in the future.

Heather got home after the gates had closed and said thank you to the heavens she didnt get stuck in the city.

The animals were asleep in the kitchen near the fireplace. Thankfully they didnt make a mess and Heather could go thru her purchases and start making supper. It would be a vegetable soup and leftover biscuits. Heather also took some wood and made a crate to keep.the animals in until she could make a hutch outside to keep them in.

 

[Knightmare27]

"I use coin. They pay me for each execution, so how much of it I get depends on that." She did not answer his apology for having dragged her into this, just cuddled up to him. She did not say a word, but he understood that she did not mind being an outcast with him. She really was the best that could ever have happened to him, and her wordless agreement made him love her even more, if that was even possible. Just as wordlessly, he kissed her.

He watched her go through the supplies, make exact notes of everything she needed...

And then they were in bed, together, in that tiny space which was really only meant for one. They were nearly on top of each other, naked, and she showered him with kisses. In response, he began caressing her on every part of her body, running his palms lightly over her back, lightly squeezing her buttocks... when she had kissed him everywhere she wanted, he finished it by putting his arms around her head for one long, passionate goodnight kiss.

She fell asleep nearly immediately, but he stayed awake a little longer, his arms wrapped around her. She was soft and warm in his arms, her face even more adorable when she was asleep. He moved one hand between them and felt the spot where she had been cut by the witches. A big rough area just over her heart. He could feel it beating underneath it and was very thankful that it was, and would for a long time.

Breakfast was simple, though he could see she was doing her best with what he had left. It was strange. Living alone, he had eaten far worse and not minded it. Now that she was spoiling him with her cooking, he started to realize just what he had been missing. He never wanted to miss it again. He was determined not to let anyone take her away from him. Not witches...not sickness...not the disapproval of the townsfolk...not Lianne.

The thought stung him with renewed guilt. He had visited the imprisoned witch the day before. Done things with her that Heather would never do, things Heather did not even know were possible. Why? Yes, it had been pure pleasure, but he had also betrayed someone so pure, so loving, so unconditionally there for him. To blame it on his weakness would have been an excuse. He had not been "weak". He had failed her.

He hugged her goodbye and went downstairs, to spend another day with what remained of the coven. A frustrating day, resulting in not much new information, no matter what he did or threatened. He had searched them for amulets, of course, but it was like they were bewitched not to feel pain or fear. Nothing. Even Lambert, the judge, that image of patience, was clearly disappointed when he finally left late at night.

He returned the witches to their cells. Back there, waiting behind another door just like the ones he was now locking one by one, was Lianne. The beautiful witch whose dark desires had caused her to fall in love with the man who was making her suffer. Who seemed to float among the clouds where others would have writhed in agony. She was there, and he just had to enter. Heather would never know. She feared this place.

Heather loved the man. Lianne loved the torturer. He loved Heather and...desired Lianne. A desire so strong and burning it was even harder to resist than love. The devil's temptress was behind that door. It was his conscience against the memories of many nights spent together, enjoying the pleasures of pain. She never has to know, the devil whispered. I will know, he answered and resolved to let go.

He had won, but had he? Today, he had resisted. Yesterday, he had given in. Had whipped and caned and kissed and, yes, fucked the devil's beauty with incredible pleasure. He had to confess this to Heather. Wait. Was he insane? If he kept it secret and never visited Lianne again, Heather would stay with him. If he admitted it, the woman who loved him would leave, and it would gain him nothing except a little moment of empty pride.

But would he always stay so strong? He had failed Heather once, but would he be strong enough to shut Lianne away forever? To feed her every day, and be done with it? No. He knew he would fail again. He had to tell her. And risk her leaving him? The most perfect woman he had ever met? Next time, he decided. Next time he failed, he would tell her. This time, he would be satisfied that he had stayed strong.

With this resolution, he climbed upstairs and saw his beloved wife, back from town, cooking soup for dinner. He smiled in a way that hid the fight he had just been through. "Well, I hope your day was more successful than mine. Not a single witch wanted to tell me anything today. I had to..." - he stopped himself before he could reveal the gruesome details - "but how was it? I hope you were not treated too badly."

 

[LandiKirk]

Heather had spiced the soup with oregano and salt that she didnt know she received from the first stall. The soup tasted good and made her feel good to feed them well.

Heather was smiling when Heinrich entered the kitchen.

"Well, I hope your day was more successful than mine. Not a single witch wanted to tell me anything today. I had to..."

Heather notices the dejection that showed upon his face. "Perhaps tomorrow will be the day you find the truths from them."

- "but how was it? I hope you were not treated too badly."

"It was a good day. Though I had troubles finding the gate out. I saw the priest from the day I had told you of the women that were witches. He helped me find my way to home."

Heather ladled out some soup in the bowl she gave Heinrich. "O hope you find the soup well. I wished to find the butcher but he was gone for the day." Heather admitted.

While they sat at the table and enjoyed the meal. Heather asked another question. "Can you help me build a hut for the wee beasties I purchased?"

About then the trio began to make noises of hungry children. Heather took a biscuit to the crate and have them soupy bread. "Is a small hut... to keep a piglet an two chickens."

 

[Knightmare27]

"Of course I can build you a hut, Heather. I will do that tomorrow before I am off to work. There will be a double hanging, so I will be out of the house for most of the day."

He liked the idea. Raising their own chickens and pigs was another of the things he did not know he had missed. It would take some time, but they would have fresh meat and eggs soon.

He took his wife by the hand and went to their now shared bedchamber together. When they were both undressed, he pulled her on top of him and rested his hands on her buttocks. Soft and warm, his wife's body rested on top of him. He kissed her between the breasts, then let his penis slide inside her, letting it awake under the warm, wet embrace. He took his time, enjoyed the sight and sound of how she slowly changed as the heat spread through both of them.

It was the gentle, relaxed sex of two hard-working people who were finally together at the end of the day. The sensation changed every time she moved back and forth... her gasps became more and more frequent... he kissed her passionately, then increased the pace a little. Squeals of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she lost control just a little bit more and they melted even closer together.

 

[LandiKirk]

"Of course I can build you a hut, Heather. I will do that tomorrow before I am off to work. There will be a double hanging, so I will be out of the house for most of the day."

Heather glanced over and nodded . "Will I be expected to.make a show?"

She surprised Heinrich. It was an unusual way she worded the question of should she be there watching him do his work..

"I found some wood to the side of the hearth. I was hoping we could use it to make the hut. Nothing fancy just a place they can be safe from bad weather and hungry foxes. But closed so they stay warm. " Heather was bouncy as she spoke

After dinner and dishes had been washed. Heather was going to.make a special needlework that would be an accounting of their first year.. it would be much like a tapestry but smaller

Heather felt Heintich take her hand and smiled. In the bed chamber she quickly disrobed. She was surprised to be on top but remembered what Shannon O'Reilly had said about the woman being on the upper side. When yer lo'er brings his bride above, it's so his seed plants high and ensured a son.

Heinrich was so gentle that Heather couldn't believe her luck in finding such a gentle lover. This time was all about sensations. She could feel every inch as his cock came. Slithering inside, just gliding at first and stirring her body to dampen, then more wetness and his staff filling the passage.

Heather wondered if his staff had widened instead of knowing her walls tightened to create more friction. Heather moaned softly as their lovemaking was making her feel like she was cushioned in lamb's wool. Her moans came closer and she bowed down to his chest as his.cock pushed deeper into her warmth. Heather feverishly kisses his neck as she feels her own muscles tug against him to draw him deeper still.

A slight pinching feeling and twist of pain. Heather wondered if this was the planting place was. All the stories she heard from the married woman hadn't prepared her for this. Heather called out Heinrich's name numerous times as her body quivered above him. Her breasts dancing before his eyes, her loins clenched down tight. Heather's body was holding him so strongly, he could barely move his cock until the wave of pulsations would pass.

For Heinrich, his cock would be held fast within her womb as he managed to pass her cervix. The holding was like a massage tolling back and forth along his cock. Then the milking began a pleasurable rolling over the sides like a velvet covered hand.

Another cry as Heather peaked with a third orgasmic rush. Silver sparks dances past her eyes as she plunges into his groin with a needed quenching

Their kisses got passionate as Heather curled her arms.around Heinrich's neck came gasped heavily as the last push drew them both to come in a crashing crescendo. Heather dropped to his chest spent and gasping for air.

"I love you, husband with all my heart." Heather whispered in a raspy gasp before slipping to sleep

 

[Knightmare27]

Was she expected to make a show? No, no. Fortunately not. The last thing the townspeople wanted to think about was the executioner reproducing. It would be all him, and he was glad it was that way. The thought of her watching as two people gasped and twitched...he did not like that at all. "No, you do not have to show. In fact, you never do, and I am very happy about that. It is one thing to know what I do for a living. Quite something else to watch it."

He fell asleep under a warm, loving...blanket, the last thing he felt before dripping off being Heather's breasts as they rested on his chest, rising and falling deeply and steadily. It was the lightest blanket he had ever slept under, like sleeping under a pink cloud. She smelled of the day's work, of their lovemaking, of...Heather, and he opened his nose to take it all in, hoping that it would accompany him into his dreams.

He awoke the next morning, put on his work clothes, and began to work on the hut he had promised her. As he put the timbers together, the future inhabitants played around him, impatient for their new home. He had been taught a little carpentry, mainly so he could build the gallows (something no honorable carpenter could do without immediately becoming an outcast), so the hut he put together was actually quite solid.

When he was satisfied with his work, it was already almost time for the two thieves' appointment with exactly these gallows. He put on his work clothes, kissed his wife goodbye and went off to work, ready to give the public what they wanted and, more importantly, to free two souls from their wretched bodies so that, hopefully, they would find redemption. He would certainly help them regret their sins.

The executions went off without a hitch, and he took the applause from the crowd. He was not much of a showman, but he did take pride in a job well done, which this one certainly was. Then he returned home, telling his wife that he had done well, but, of course, omitting everything else. "And how is the new hut?", he finally asked, "do you like it?"

They would...try to found a new dynasty of executioners later again, and he was looking forward to it.

 

[LandiKirk]

"No, you do not have to show. In fact, you never do, and I am very happy about that. It is one thing to know what I do for a living. Quite something else to watch it."

Heather understood his reasoning. There was the phase of men like her mother said. [Ii] some men dont want womenfolk to see death. Babes and death dont go well together. A man will go out his way to protect his woman from terrifying sights.[/i]

In the morning Heather made flapjacks with honey for breakfast and warm mead. "Will you be needing a pail?"

Heather took some pheasant and sliced it thinner so it would make sandwiches. She poured the mead in a wooden flask and linen in a small pail to keep the sandwich clean.

After Heinrich went to work Heather went outside and looked ar the hut. It was far better then she could make and shooed her animals inside

They seemed content and Heatjer gave them crumbled biscuits to eat and a wood bowl of water.

Coming back inside Heather worked on her stitchwork then cleaned the home, brought wood indoors for the fireplace, pumped some fresh water, then took a nap.

When Heather woke she busied herself with making dinner
The food Heinrich discovered was more like a condensed stew
.
Heather took another nap as she felt a little light headed

 

[Knightmare27]

The executioner ate the stew his wife had left for him. She was sleeping, so he let her, grateful for the nourishing meal she had left behind. The state of the house showed him she had been hard at work and deserved some rest.

And then he remembered Lianne. Why was it so hard for him to keep away from her? Yes, she offered him things Heather, as loving as she was, would never do - and which he would never do to her. Yet every time he went down there, he committed a sin - against the lord, against her, against himself. And every time he remembered the pale, beautiful woman with the penitent's cross on her cheek, he had to fight not to descend the stairway.

He lost. The thought of meeting that ravishing woman who giggled - actually giggled! - whenever he caned her was just too much to resist. He promised to at least leave it at caning and maybe a little fondling. He would sleep with Heather only from now on, no matter how alluring the witch was, how much she tried to seduce him while they were enjoying their horrifying little whipping and caning sessions down in the dungeons.

Half an hour later, he had broken that promise, too. The sight of Lianne, hanging from the ceiling by her arms naked, had been too much to resist. She had knelt down and opened her mouth, and then he had just let things happen... when he regained some control, his vow was already broken. Again. He tried not to look as completely wrecked by guilt as he was when he went upstairs to see whether Heather was still napping.

 

[LandiKirk]

When Heather woke it was well dark . Heather lite a candle and walked to the kitchen.

It was good that Heinrich had eaten supper but she couldn't find him in the house. Perhaps he was outside and she grabbed ome of his long shirts and went outside. He wasnt there so she came back inside


Heather looked to the door that went downstairs. A place she had been once. Was he still working? Heather walked over to the door wondering if she should check on him.

Heather went down a few steps and she felt something run over her foot and rushed back upstairs frightened

In the morning she would ask Heinrich to get a cat or one of those little dogs that kills rats. But she vowed never to go down there without Heinrich to protect her

She was sitting in the rocker working on her sampler when he came back from where he was. Heather looked up and smiled. "was everything good?"