Witchcraft: Guilty until proven innocent!

"Again! I only want the truth", he replied somewhat impatiently. Then he cut the rope around her wrists and commanded her: "Undress now! You will be tortured because you were too stupid to save yourself. While you take off every single thing, I want you to think about how foolish it was of you to go this far. You could be a saved soul instead of a shivering, naked witch, if you had just chosen the right way!"
 
Once the ropes had been cut Astrid brought her hands to her front, running her fingers over the welts in her wrists. She gulped softly and looked at him before unbuttoning her dress down the from. Once she had she stepped out of the sodden material, standing in a pale simple corset and her small clothes. She reached behind her, pushing her chest out once more as she fiddled for the corset strings.
 
As he watched her undress, he could barely contain his excitement. She was a true beauty! And only some very small pieces of cloth were now covering her naked, goosebumped body. Her arms and legs were fair-skinned and slender, but strong and supple. Her underclothes hinted at much greater things to come, and he could barely wait for her to completely undress and stand in front of him entirely naked.
 
Astrid gulped softly as she reluctantly tugged on the strings of her corset, it slackened and fell to the floor, revealing her slender figure fully, her small waist and slim hips, toned stomach. Her breasts her a modest size, a C cup, firm and pert as anyones her age would have been. She glanced at the executioner as she hooked her thumbs around her panties, tugging them down and stepping out of them. She stood before him in all her naked glory, her long slim legs and the treasure between them, toned stomach and pert breasts.
 
He was supposed to search her next... but no law told him how to do it, so his hands almost automatically shot to her sides, following the gentle curve up to her armpits, and then over to her breasts. Firm and shapely, he weighed them in his hands before gently squeezing them. He even dared to let his fingertips wander a little inwards and lightly caress the areas around her nipples, then the nipples themselves.
 
Astrid blushed as she felt his rough hands on her soft skin, she hadnt felt a mans touch where he was now touching her. She blushed and gasped softly as his finger tips brushed over her nipples which immediately hardened to his touch and the cold.

''What are you doing'' She whispered softly, looking back at him.
 
"Searching you, of course", he answered, but could not hide a grin, "all required by the law!", he added with a chuckle. He went to the shelf and returned with a shaving blade. "Hold still; I do not want to cut you", he ordered and went to work on the hair between her legs. It was soft and fine, and it quickly fell to the fast strokes of the sharp metal, exposing the smooth skin below, and the cave that had not seen a man before.
 
Astrid watched him as he returned with the blade that glinted in the torch light. She held her breath thhough quickly exhaled sharply as he held the cool metal between her legs, removing the hair that hid her soft folds and exposing them to the executioner. Astrid blushed softly feeling the cool air on her lower lips, she closed her legs a little, blushing furiously.
 
"Open your legs!"; without waiting for her to comply, he forced them apart. His next duty was to look inside her. He had been anticipating that part since the moment she had foolishly condemned herself to the torture chamber. And now it was here! One trembling finger slowly parted her pussy lips.
 
Astrids throat bobbed as she parted her legs a little, shuffling her barefeet along the cold ground , allowing him access to her soft petal like lips. She blushed as his finger crept between her lips, earning a wanton moan from her lips, her hands reached forward and held onto his forearm, holding his hand where it was, resting at the entrance to her folds. Her body was excited, her breath quivered in her chest. She closed her eyes tightly, her face and neck flushed.
 
He gave a dirty smile at the moan and slapped away her hand holding his. "Let me in. The law requires you to let me in!", he shouted in a mock-official tone. And in he went, using two fingers now. She was very tight inside, and he had to push in with some force to continue. Still, he tried to be as gentle as possible since he really did not want to hurt her. His fingers came out wet and glistening, and he held them up to her face.
 
Astrid didnt know what to do with her hands, she held them on his shoulder. Groaning lustfully as his large fingers slid between her folds, her soft skin clinging to them and coating them in her sweet honey. She looked at them and blushed as he held them up to her face. She looked past them and into his eyes.
 
He returned her look and, still in a joking mood, touched his fingers against her lips. "I have to search your mouth next. Open it, please."

'Please'? To a witch? But in reality, he wished they could have met under other circumstances. He wished this was not a torture chamber, and she was not an accused witch.
 
Astrid gulped as she felt the moist fingers against her lips, she could smell the sweet smell of her juices on his fingers and it intrigued her. She flickered her tongue out over her dry bottom lip before opening her mouth a little, just wide enough for him to fit his fingers inside.
 
He pushed in and felt the sucking of her full lips, the play of her tongue against his fingers. She was drinking her own juices with such pleasure! "Want some more of this?", he asked, almost completely forgetting where and who they were and that she was supposed to be in pain.
 
Astrids eyes fluttered from his fingers back to his eyes and then his lips as he spoke. She didn't answer. She rested her tongue against his fingers as they rested in her mouth.
 
He pulled his finger out of her mouth and inserted them between her legs again. This time, he pulled them in and out several times very slowly, enjoying the tightening around them.
 
Astrid whimpered softly, stumbling forward a little. She rests her hands on the executioners chest to help her stay upright as his finger probes between her lower lips, feeling the wetness between them.
 
He thrust harder and allowed himself to put his lips on her belly button and place some kisses there. Her stomach felt tight, and he could feel it move with every one of her moans.
 
Astrid gasped and stumbled forward a little, almost knocking the executioner off balance. She whimpered as his light kisses trailed across her stomach.
 
He put his tongue out and traced circles around her belly button, lapping up her sweat. His fingers were still inside her, pushing in and out with gentle determination.
 
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