Rupert_137
Magistrate
The Day of the Execution
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Johanne gets ready for branding irons and for the fire at the stake...
Chapter 22 – Red Hot Irons
Three days later, it was the day of the full moon; everything was prepared for the burning and last torments of the young witch.
As if looking through me, Johanne looked in my direction on the morning of her execution. I went into her cell, reached under her arms and picked her up. Guards released her from their chains.
"Come on, it's time ... you have to take your last path today."
My voice was calm. I wanted to avoid any fuss or rush as long as possible.
She already seemed to be in another world. Completely indifferent, she let me lead her out of the dungeon and I bound her hands. First the torture, then the many rapes, and finally the day with the goats and the pissing men and women had completely broken her.
The bright light of the sun blinded her. She raised her tied hands protectively in front of her face. One of the two guards standing next to the cart pointed a finger at her.
"Look, the little witch doesn't like the sun."
The other man just grinned.
"That will soon come to an end for you with the sun."
I took Johanne to the cart and handed her over to the two guards.
"Tie her tight so she doesn't cause any trouble. I want to have her in front of the south gate of the city without much fidgeting and later see her safely at the stake. "
Almost simultaneously, the two men grabbed Johanne to lift her onto the vehicle with one jerk.
"It's okay, Master Egbert, we know what to do ... The witch doesn't get away from us."
On the cart was a board on which they placed the witch. They tied her feet to an iron ring on the floor. They tied a rope around her waist, which held her while sitting on the board.
"So, then we can start!"
One stayed next to Johanne at the cart, the other took the donkey by the bridle and led it towards the gate.
The people huddled together. When the cart came up to them, they spontaneously gave way, as if something hideous and disgusting was approaching them. Everywhere we heard them shouting: "The witch is coming ... The witch is coming!"
Some onlookers also showered Johanne with vocal cries, others remained calm, but nobody wanted to miss what was happening here. Torturing a young witch publicly with the red-hot iron and burning her alive at the stake was a great attraction ... and I felt responsible for ensuring that people were not disappointed. Surely no one would have liked to be in her shoes now.
Johanne sat completely rigid on her board and only the shaking of the cart gave her body movement. Her gaze was empty and yet also frightened.
The guards made their way with the cart through the many people standing on either side or following the train behind us. I stayed on the otherwise unguarded side and kept a close eye on the young witch. Should something happen that even suggest that she wanted to break free, I was ready to jump over to her immediately. Crosses hung on all sides of the cart itself to ward off the devil. However, we got to the city wall without incident, where Johanne was supposed to receive branding irons and the hot claw. This was the first major climax of her punishment as a witch.
There was a wooden gate there. We released Johanne from the ropes that tied her to the cart and two guards dragged her under the gate. Iron rings hung from the wood on either side. There we tied her arms with ropes and pulled her tight until her body stretched. At the bottom there were two more rings on the inside of the two side posts. There we tied Johanne to her feet with her thighs wide open.
The witch let it happen without resistance and soon Johanne was standing under the gate with widely spread arms and legs. The clerk stepped forward and began to read from her judgment, as far as the branding iron on the claw was concerned:
"The witch Johanne should receive a red-hot iron twice in her skin as a penance for her serious guilt and then feel the heated claw deep in her flesh." He did not give any details in order to make the demonstration even more exciting for everyone. But I saw Johannes trembling with fear and looking up to heaven somewhere. Was she hoping for help from 'above'?
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Spread helplessly, Johanne awaits the red-hot iron
Next to the wooden gate was a bowl of glowing coals, which two fellows kindled to light embers with bellows. There were two branding irons ready, the W for witch and a cross, which was supposed to break the power of the devil. And finally there was the iron claw a little on the edge of the embers.
I tore Johanne's shirt off in front of her chest from top to bottom. Her tits jumped out as if released and stretched out towards the audience and their misfortune. I saw that her breasts had healed well; even her nipples were only slightly swollen. Only up close did I see a few bruises, traces of abuse and torture. Satisfied, I noticed that the young witch would have to make a really serious penance and certainly present the audience with a great spectacle... Her beautiful boobs were a worthy target for my red-hot iron in every way, but her plump ass was also well suited.
Only a cloak remained of her penitent shirt, but I tore it open again in her back and tied the scraps of fabric at her sides. The young witch was now almost completely bare and showed us boobs, pussy and her plump ass very nicely. There was nothing she could hide.
I checked the embers, looked at the branding irons, turned the cross and waited until it glowed nicely red ... The glowing cross was meant for her buttocks to ward off the devil.
Many people had gathered and the guards were now struggling to push them back. "Sit in front on the floor, crouch behind it and then stand!" Shouted one and soon this order was observed.
I pulled the branding iron out of the embers and lifted it up. The joy among the spectators grew and at the same time the fear in the eyes of the witch girl. To demonstrate, I pressed the iron once onto a flat piece of wood attached to one of the posts. Immediately smoke rose, flames ignited and a beautiful, black cross remained on the wood. Then I brought the hot iron up to Johannes cheek, she turned away in despair and closed her eyes. "Oh, please don't ..." I heard her whimper.
I used the moment of surprise, withdrew the branding, stepped through the gate and pressed the red-hot iron on the girl's right ass cheek. I saw her twitch and her muscles tense as the glowing hot iron burned through her skin to the flesh of her butt for three long seconds.
At first it just hissed, then smoke rose and I smelled burnt meat ... Only when Johanne's scream broke from her lips did I pull back the glowing instrument of torture. A deeply branded cross was now emblazoned on her beautifully rounded bottom. The crowd applauded while Johanne pulled her ropes, gasped and cried out over and over again. I gave her time to calm down. Exhausted, but her face contorted with pain, she finally got stuck under the gate.
"Now the devil won't be able to help you", I said to her when she had calmed down a bit.
Finally, Johanne's well-filled breasts were the target of my attacks, only to be tormented with the red-hot iron and the claw. This would undoubtedly be a great climax for the audience as well as the victim ... Of course it was a shame to rip and burn her beautiful tits ... but this torture was the ultimate destination for her proud boobs ... I just had to realize it were witch tits.
At the same time, I was able to find the opportunity to show all my skills in handling the branding iron. I wanted to face the challenge of attacking Johanne's gorgeous tits with heat and claws and torturing them appropriately cruelly, as it was my duty. I wanted to burn her breasts and at the same time draw artfully without completely destroying their beauty. That was a job entirely to my liking, now I would be a torturer who burned a work of art into Johanne's boobs.
I chose the witch sign. It fit her breast perfectly; I'd burn the W into the top of her tit just above her nipple.
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Branding irons that Johanne has to receive, the W for witch, the glowing cross to ward off the devil.
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I blew the embers several times and let the iron glow, then I stepped in front of the witch girl. Slowly I put the hot iron against Johanne's left breast and let her feel the heat. The noisy crowd around us stopped instantly. I looked into her eyes, which just showed fear and pain, but now the sheer horror was reflected in them.
She writhed a little, but she could not escape the punishment of her breasts. "No," she said in a weak voice and shook her head, "Not my boobs ... please!"
"Oh yes," I called to her. "What did you think? Of course I'll burn your tits ... that's what people want to see.” I pulled the red-hot iron away again and pressed it into a piece of wood in front of her eyes and waited for the flames to ignite. Now it was clear to the witch what to expect.
When I brought the branding iron back to her left breast, Johanne closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
From the crowd someone shouted: "Come on, grill the witch's boobs!" But otherwise there was tense calm.
I squeezed very slowly, putting the glowing W against the top of her left breast without hurting the girl's nipple.
There was no escape; I pressed the burning hot iron deep into her soft, yielding tit.
Johanne's body tensed up and she held her breath, but she kept her eyes tightly closed and remained almost calm. It hissed and the embers burned through her skin. After just two seconds, I withdrew the instrument of torture, enough for her sensitive boob to penetrate the skin. Now the burned-in witch's mark was emblazoned on her plump curve and in her tender flesh too.
With a short delay, loud screams broke out from Johanne, which abruptly ended the excited silence. Her screams made the audience shudder, or made them happy ... depending on how attuned and prepared the people were.
I was satisfied, that was a good job, blacksmithing and perfect executioner work was united in this branding mark. My work was worthy of Johanne's beautiful breast, even if it caused the witch terrible pain. I deliberately left out her excited bud, although other torturers certainly did not, but they had no understanding of beauty and art.
When Johannes horrible screams finally fell silent, she hung as if passed out on the ropes that stretched her body. A bucket of water brought the witch girl into the world and back to her cruel pain. But she had not yet survived here, the hot claw was still waiting for her...
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Marked by pain and suffering, Johanne has to present herself to the curious spectators with a burned-in cross on her ass and a witch symbol at her breast
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Johanne gets ready for branding irons and for the fire at the stake...
Chapter 22 – Red Hot Irons
Three days later, it was the day of the full moon; everything was prepared for the burning and last torments of the young witch.
As if looking through me, Johanne looked in my direction on the morning of her execution. I went into her cell, reached under her arms and picked her up. Guards released her from their chains.
"Come on, it's time ... you have to take your last path today."
My voice was calm. I wanted to avoid any fuss or rush as long as possible.
She already seemed to be in another world. Completely indifferent, she let me lead her out of the dungeon and I bound her hands. First the torture, then the many rapes, and finally the day with the goats and the pissing men and women had completely broken her.
The bright light of the sun blinded her. She raised her tied hands protectively in front of her face. One of the two guards standing next to the cart pointed a finger at her.
"Look, the little witch doesn't like the sun."
The other man just grinned.
"That will soon come to an end for you with the sun."
I took Johanne to the cart and handed her over to the two guards.
"Tie her tight so she doesn't cause any trouble. I want to have her in front of the south gate of the city without much fidgeting and later see her safely at the stake. "
Almost simultaneously, the two men grabbed Johanne to lift her onto the vehicle with one jerk.
"It's okay, Master Egbert, we know what to do ... The witch doesn't get away from us."
On the cart was a board on which they placed the witch. They tied her feet to an iron ring on the floor. They tied a rope around her waist, which held her while sitting on the board.
"So, then we can start!"
One stayed next to Johanne at the cart, the other took the donkey by the bridle and led it towards the gate.
The people huddled together. When the cart came up to them, they spontaneously gave way, as if something hideous and disgusting was approaching them. Everywhere we heard them shouting: "The witch is coming ... The witch is coming!"
Some onlookers also showered Johanne with vocal cries, others remained calm, but nobody wanted to miss what was happening here. Torturing a young witch publicly with the red-hot iron and burning her alive at the stake was a great attraction ... and I felt responsible for ensuring that people were not disappointed. Surely no one would have liked to be in her shoes now.
Johanne sat completely rigid on her board and only the shaking of the cart gave her body movement. Her gaze was empty and yet also frightened.
The guards made their way with the cart through the many people standing on either side or following the train behind us. I stayed on the otherwise unguarded side and kept a close eye on the young witch. Should something happen that even suggest that she wanted to break free, I was ready to jump over to her immediately. Crosses hung on all sides of the cart itself to ward off the devil. However, we got to the city wall without incident, where Johanne was supposed to receive branding irons and the hot claw. This was the first major climax of her punishment as a witch.
There was a wooden gate there. We released Johanne from the ropes that tied her to the cart and two guards dragged her under the gate. Iron rings hung from the wood on either side. There we tied her arms with ropes and pulled her tight until her body stretched. At the bottom there were two more rings on the inside of the two side posts. There we tied Johanne to her feet with her thighs wide open.
The witch let it happen without resistance and soon Johanne was standing under the gate with widely spread arms and legs. The clerk stepped forward and began to read from her judgment, as far as the branding iron on the claw was concerned:
"The witch Johanne should receive a red-hot iron twice in her skin as a penance for her serious guilt and then feel the heated claw deep in her flesh." He did not give any details in order to make the demonstration even more exciting for everyone. But I saw Johannes trembling with fear and looking up to heaven somewhere. Was she hoping for help from 'above'?
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Spread helplessly, Johanne awaits the red-hot iron
Next to the wooden gate was a bowl of glowing coals, which two fellows kindled to light embers with bellows. There were two branding irons ready, the W for witch and a cross, which was supposed to break the power of the devil. And finally there was the iron claw a little on the edge of the embers.
I tore Johanne's shirt off in front of her chest from top to bottom. Her tits jumped out as if released and stretched out towards the audience and their misfortune. I saw that her breasts had healed well; even her nipples were only slightly swollen. Only up close did I see a few bruises, traces of abuse and torture. Satisfied, I noticed that the young witch would have to make a really serious penance and certainly present the audience with a great spectacle... Her beautiful boobs were a worthy target for my red-hot iron in every way, but her plump ass was also well suited.
Only a cloak remained of her penitent shirt, but I tore it open again in her back and tied the scraps of fabric at her sides. The young witch was now almost completely bare and showed us boobs, pussy and her plump ass very nicely. There was nothing she could hide.
I checked the embers, looked at the branding irons, turned the cross and waited until it glowed nicely red ... The glowing cross was meant for her buttocks to ward off the devil.
Many people had gathered and the guards were now struggling to push them back. "Sit in front on the floor, crouch behind it and then stand!" Shouted one and soon this order was observed.
I pulled the branding iron out of the embers and lifted it up. The joy among the spectators grew and at the same time the fear in the eyes of the witch girl. To demonstrate, I pressed the iron once onto a flat piece of wood attached to one of the posts. Immediately smoke rose, flames ignited and a beautiful, black cross remained on the wood. Then I brought the hot iron up to Johannes cheek, she turned away in despair and closed her eyes. "Oh, please don't ..." I heard her whimper.
I used the moment of surprise, withdrew the branding, stepped through the gate and pressed the red-hot iron on the girl's right ass cheek. I saw her twitch and her muscles tense as the glowing hot iron burned through her skin to the flesh of her butt for three long seconds.
At first it just hissed, then smoke rose and I smelled burnt meat ... Only when Johanne's scream broke from her lips did I pull back the glowing instrument of torture. A deeply branded cross was now emblazoned on her beautifully rounded bottom. The crowd applauded while Johanne pulled her ropes, gasped and cried out over and over again. I gave her time to calm down. Exhausted, but her face contorted with pain, she finally got stuck under the gate.
"Now the devil won't be able to help you", I said to her when she had calmed down a bit.
Finally, Johanne's well-filled breasts were the target of my attacks, only to be tormented with the red-hot iron and the claw. This would undoubtedly be a great climax for the audience as well as the victim ... Of course it was a shame to rip and burn her beautiful tits ... but this torture was the ultimate destination for her proud boobs ... I just had to realize it were witch tits.
At the same time, I was able to find the opportunity to show all my skills in handling the branding iron. I wanted to face the challenge of attacking Johanne's gorgeous tits with heat and claws and torturing them appropriately cruelly, as it was my duty. I wanted to burn her breasts and at the same time draw artfully without completely destroying their beauty. That was a job entirely to my liking, now I would be a torturer who burned a work of art into Johanne's boobs.
I chose the witch sign. It fit her breast perfectly; I'd burn the W into the top of her tit just above her nipple.
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Branding irons that Johanne has to receive, the W for witch, the glowing cross to ward off the devil.
71
I blew the embers several times and let the iron glow, then I stepped in front of the witch girl. Slowly I put the hot iron against Johanne's left breast and let her feel the heat. The noisy crowd around us stopped instantly. I looked into her eyes, which just showed fear and pain, but now the sheer horror was reflected in them.
She writhed a little, but she could not escape the punishment of her breasts. "No," she said in a weak voice and shook her head, "Not my boobs ... please!"
"Oh yes," I called to her. "What did you think? Of course I'll burn your tits ... that's what people want to see.” I pulled the red-hot iron away again and pressed it into a piece of wood in front of her eyes and waited for the flames to ignite. Now it was clear to the witch what to expect.
When I brought the branding iron back to her left breast, Johanne closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
From the crowd someone shouted: "Come on, grill the witch's boobs!" But otherwise there was tense calm.
I squeezed very slowly, putting the glowing W against the top of her left breast without hurting the girl's nipple.
There was no escape; I pressed the burning hot iron deep into her soft, yielding tit.
Johanne's body tensed up and she held her breath, but she kept her eyes tightly closed and remained almost calm. It hissed and the embers burned through her skin. After just two seconds, I withdrew the instrument of torture, enough for her sensitive boob to penetrate the skin. Now the burned-in witch's mark was emblazoned on her plump curve and in her tender flesh too.
With a short delay, loud screams broke out from Johanne, which abruptly ended the excited silence. Her screams made the audience shudder, or made them happy ... depending on how attuned and prepared the people were.
I was satisfied, that was a good job, blacksmithing and perfect executioner work was united in this branding mark. My work was worthy of Johanne's beautiful breast, even if it caused the witch terrible pain. I deliberately left out her excited bud, although other torturers certainly did not, but they had no understanding of beauty and art.
When Johannes horrible screams finally fell silent, she hung as if passed out on the ropes that stretched her body. A bucket of water brought the witch girl into the world and back to her cruel pain. But she had not yet survived here, the hot claw was still waiting for her...
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Marked by pain and suffering, Johanne has to present herself to the curious spectators with a burned-in cross on her ass and a witch symbol at her breast
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