Damian is getting his new Witchhunter booklet ready for publication, and has allowed Barb and myself to post a few snippets of our texts along with draft versions of the relevant pics.
Here's my first.
Satan's tits!
I'm in trouble now!
I admit, I joined the coven. It was a bit of fun to start. All young girls together, dancing naked with no men to tell us what to do.
Then the crone came. She taught us things, spells, potions. We felt important, powerful!
Ingrid tried to magic herself a boyfriend, and it worked!
Then Susanna took revenge on a neighbour. He died. So did his whole family. People started paying attention. Then the witchfinder came.
They took Susanna, racked her, burned her, raped her. The spells were no protection from that! She sang, oh did she sing, and we were in her song. They came for me. My joints are still in agony from the rack. We all swore our guilt, what else could we do?
Now I hang from this frame, my racked body screaming in pain. My nakedness a sign of my guilt, a cheap thrill for the men of the town, and their jealous wives. They stare at my breasts, point at my moist cunt, imagine taking their pleasure there. They are too late!
Yes I was beautiful! Now I will end my short life in an agony of stretched joints and burning flesh.
Damn them all to Hell!
Here's my first.
Satan's tits!
I'm in trouble now!
I admit, I joined the coven. It was a bit of fun to start. All young girls together, dancing naked with no men to tell us what to do.
Then the crone came. She taught us things, spells, potions. We felt important, powerful!
Ingrid tried to magic herself a boyfriend, and it worked!
Then Susanna took revenge on a neighbour. He died. So did his whole family. People started paying attention. Then the witchfinder came.
They took Susanna, racked her, burned her, raped her. The spells were no protection from that! She sang, oh did she sing, and we were in her song. They came for me. My joints are still in agony from the rack. We all swore our guilt, what else could we do?
Now I hang from this frame, my racked body screaming in pain. My nakedness a sign of my guilt, a cheap thrill for the men of the town, and their jealous wives. They stare at my breasts, point at my moist cunt, imagine taking their pleasure there. They are too late!
Yes I was beautiful! Now I will end my short life in an agony of stretched joints and burning flesh.
Damn them all to Hell!