The blonde Witch
At this point I remembered a short text that I had written on another occasion about a cruel witch pricking test...
Even back then, causing pain to another person for your own pleasure was considered evil and reprehensible... But if she was a witch and the torturing also served the purpose of collecting evidence, then things looked completely different, right? And how about taking this opportunity to expose this woman, to touch and examine her most intimate body parts? Something that would otherwise be completely immoral and unthinkable... A really good idea, wasn't it? And this idea led to a very special witch test, pricking with a long needle!
Pricking a suspected witch with a long needle (
needle test) could actually only inspire the perverse fantasies and desires of the witch hunters, inquisitors or witch commissioners, because it certainly couldn't provide convincing evidence: every deep stick bled and hurt!
So the inspectors wisely refrained from pricking witches – as in my story – or they deliberately cheated. I would like to introduce you to this short episode as a
parallel and alternative addition to my story.
3. A Question of Guilt (alternative chapter)
The young woman denied all allegations, but since she was accused of witchcraft, she had to undress completely in front of the men to present herself for an in-depth examination. Totally nude she looked down in shame.
Suddenly she heard the witch hunter and self-proclaimed inquisitor say, “We'll start by looking for the mark of the devil on your sinful body... To do this, I 'll pierce a needle deep under your skin and see if it bleeds. Every witch has to overcome this; we call this witch pricking or the needle test.”
The young, blonde woman felt fear rise in her body when she saw the long needle on the table, while the man stared at her flawless naked body. There were no noticeable marks to be seen. But suddenly his eyes fell on her well-filled breasts. At the top of her right areola, there was a small spot. 'This is it, the devil's mark,' he thought to himself... 'Yes, of course, on her tits!' But as an experienced witch hunter, he also knew that he had to proceed with care and consideration.
"Flawless, bare skin everywhere, it seems to me that the devil has hidden his mark well...” He began to smile. “But you can be sure, I’ll find the mark of evil on your body!"
He looked at her with piercing eyes. "Let's start with your heavy boobs, I'm almost sure the devil kissed your proud tits..."
“Oh no, please don’t stick the needle into my tender breasts, they are very sensitive!”
The Inquisitor grinned. “Should I spare your boobs? How stupid do you think I am? I can see in your eyes that you have something to hide in your perky tits... and I see your puffy nipples sticking out cheekily – that’s a hint. I’m sure you’re an evil witch and I’ll prove it!”
“You won’t prove anything,” the young woman hissed desperately.
“And yet I'll do so! You can be sure I will prick your tits with the needle extra deep and frequently” he said cruelly.
"Prepare yourself well, it will always hurt, just not where the devil kissed you."
She shook her head helplessly.
“Now tie the girl to the frame, men. The blonde witch will definitely not like what happens next... But it must happen, we need a proof."
She was carefully tied to a frame; only a little later she saw the terrible, long needle in the Inquisitor's hand, slowly approaching her left breast. She felt helpless.
"Let's start here... But I have to prepare your soft breast well so that the tender flesh will readily accept the needle."
The next moment, the young woman felt a strong hand brutally squeezing her delicate breast, followed by a prick from the tip of the needle on the underside of her left breast. She sighed and felt the first tears, but then she gritted her teeth.
Seconds later he pricked brutally and deeply into her sensitive breast. She flinched, jerked wildly at her bonds, then her shriek echoed through the chamber.
The man pulled out the needle with a jerk, she gasped and groaned, breathing frantically, but her red blood dripped from the small yet deep wound.
Many more stitches and all sorts of screams and wails followed. Her tender breasts soon filled with pain as they rebelled against the mistreatment.
“Ow, it hurts so much, please don’t prick my poor boobs anymore!”
But her requests went unheeded; the Inquisitor smiled and whispered to her, “I certainly won't grant your wishes, witch.” The next time he squeezed the selected right breast even harder and pricked the needle even deeper into her highly sensitive tissue. She screamed out her pain and again her blood dripped from the puncture site.
The man thought to himself: “Her tits are beautiful and exciting, they are sensitive and they fill my hands… Her boobs are so soft and yielding, and yet when I squeeze them viciously they become hard as an apple. Her big tits are just created for the long needle. It's so much fun to prick the probing pin deep into her hardened tissue, even if it is laborious work. But I'm rewarded to see the blonde witch winding, to hear her screaming and moaning as the needle penetrates deeper and deeper into one of her breast... And yet I can't let my feelings guide me, I'm a witch hunter, I have to find the devil's mark!”
His instincts as a witch hunter told him that the devil had hidden his mark on her luscious breasts, and his pride as an inquisitor demanded that he be right. So he continued to focus entirely on her boobs, even though he was aware of the risk.
Again and again he pricked his test needle deep into her soft tits, sometimes on the right and sometimes on the left. He hadn't missed the small, dark mole on the edge of her right areola, but the accused witch was bleeding there too.
“The devil is trying to fool me,” the man thought.
He continued working with his needle until the young woman was exhausted and consumed by pain. It wasn't just the many needle pricks that drove her to despair, but also the frequent pressing and squeezing of her sensitive breasts. She begged and pleaded for him to stop.
“Look at how cowardly your tits are when I prick them with the needle without pushing, they just give in! But your boobs are even big enough to take the whole needle. Only if I squeeze your tits hard I can force them to bravely face the needle,” the witch hunter told enthusiastically but without pity.
When he noticed that the attention of the blonde witch and her observers was waning, he finally exclaimed triumphantly: “Look here! A dark spot and a puncture, but no blood, no pain... So close to her puffy nipple, right on the edge of her areola... This is the unmistakable sign of the devil!” he straightened up and looked at the scribe. “We've proven it, she's a witch!”
She felt neither pain nor pricking... The blonde woman shook her head in disbelief, but then she shouted angrily, "This is fraud, this is a lie!"
"No, you're the one lying here!" he shouted back. “You're a witch ... and that's the proof.” He pointed his finger at the small punctured mole on her right breast that was no longer bleeding.
Of course the inquisitor cheated because this blonde woman was a witch and in league with the devil. He had an unerring instinct for witches. She had to confess and had to be burned at the stake to save her village from further terrible disasters. But only if there was clear evidence he was allowed to torment this busty, blonde witch through every level of torture until she confessed. That's why he was even allowed to cheat in battle with the deceitful devil who obviously had hidden his mark too well on her body. And the eager man couldn't possibly prick her flawless skin everywhere.
As a precaution, he had already pierced this special spot on the edge of the areola and discreetly removed her blood with his fingernail. The final, insidious prick was only hinted at, the clever deception of an experienced witch hunter.
Her protest couldn't help the young, blonde woman, because a prick into the devil's mark was always numb and without blood, which is exactly how you could recognize the mark.
"It should be clear to you now, witch, that you're not getting out of here without a confession... And the devil is banned down here by the cross of the Lord, he won't help you anymore."
The young, blonde woman felt deep fear and despair. Of course she was innocent and she wouldn't confess to absurd lies, but how was she supposed to endure the horrific torture that was about to follow? And there would be no mercy...
TThe witch hunter was proud and pleased with his successful trick. “That was treacherous? No, not more treacherous than the devil!”
How right he was, because the devil himself had whispered this evil deception to him...
END
Disrobing a Witch to Search for the Mark of the Devil (painting)
Conclusion
Whether with or without witch pricking... As we have seen,
the question of guilt is decided either way to the young woman's disadvantage.
After this little excursion to the '
Blonde Witch', let's get back
to Dorothy and her fate in the main story.
Embarrassing and painful examination of a witch – needle test (painting).
Unfortunately, in historical pictures like this we only see the exposed back of the witch...