xxxmike
Spectator
Young women at the stake excite me a lot, although I think that the thighs should be pulled wide open with chains. so that the flames can find the right place.
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Condemnation: Burned at the Stake (to the Pole or Crucified)
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xxxmike
Spectator
there are wonderful cartoons of Qoom, with extensive torture and the fire as a climax
FabioF
Magistrate
the Witch looks at the Flames of her Condemnation...maybe they are better than all the Tortures Suffered, along with the humiliations at the hands of misogynistic males... She breathes as hard as her heartbeats of anxiety ...because she feels the heat on her naked body and she is about to receive Agony.
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FabioF
Magistrate
NUN "Courage young girl, accept this moment of passing...while your body bleeds today at the point where you become a woman.
In this era, you certainly became a victim of the Holy Inquisition... Accused of Witchcraft, Tortured and Burned at the Stake... only to punish your beauty.
Today; is an autumn rite...dressed well, on the Pyre...where the dry branches fallen in summer are Burned!"
GIRL "It is not a sin to be beautiful by gift of mother nature... and to be Burned at the Stake...I forgive you and ask God to be ashamed of you and have mercy on me... I lower my head and prepare to Suffer in the Flames leave me alone...!"
In this era, you certainly became a victim of the Holy Inquisition... Accused of Witchcraft, Tortured and Burned at the Stake... only to punish your beauty.
Today; is an autumn rite...dressed well, on the Pyre...where the dry branches fallen in summer are Burned!"
GIRL "It is not a sin to be beautiful by gift of mother nature... and to be Burned at the Stake...I forgive you and ask God to be ashamed of you and have mercy on me... I lower my head and prepare to Suffer in the Flames leave me alone...!"
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FabioF
Magistrate
Now it's her turn...among the smells of smoke and other women's Burning flesh...at the Stake for witchcraft.
The Flames for her on the pyre prepared for the Execution of her Sentence. her on the cross...exposed to Extreme Agony.
while her Inquisitor masturbates his penis in front of her favorite scenario...
@superbest
The Flames for her on the pyre prepared for the Execution of her Sentence. her on the cross...exposed to Extreme Agony.
while her Inquisitor masturbates his penis in front of her favorite scenario...
@superbest
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FabioF
Magistrate
the Witch Stepmother; has convinced two sisters to become witches...with the sole purpose, of being able to have them arrested by the Holy Inquisition.
Her sadistic purpose has dragged her to the pyre too...
WITCH STEPMOTHER "I like to listen to the screams of my young witches in the Flames of this cruel sentence...Yes Scream, Burn Alive with me.
In memory of the other girls handed over to the secular arm and Burned at the Stake...fallen into my deceptions...let's make our Executioners enjoy..."
Her sadistic purpose has dragged her to the pyre too...
WITCH STEPMOTHER "I like to listen to the screams of my young witches in the Flames of this cruel sentence...Yes Scream, Burn Alive with me.
In memory of the other girls handed over to the secular arm and Burned at the Stake...fallen into my deceptions...let's make our Executioners enjoy..."
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den harrigan
Condemned
“If a woman was caught cheating on her husband she was burned alive together with the man with whom she had committed incest. This woman happened to be on the stake in the center of the Pira, on her right and on her left the men with whom she had practiced orgies. The Inquisition considered sexual perversion to be witchcraft.”
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FabioF
Magistrate
The young sister was taken to an isolated place and Burned at the Stake... on a cold autumn day, close to winter...
The heat of the Flames are a moment of relief on the bare skin frozen by the cold.
"Why sister...Why?"
While she resigned herself to dying Burned alive...She could represent a threat to the adulterous, secret relationship between her and the Executioner.
The heat of the Flames are a moment of relief on the bare skin frozen by the cold.
"Why sister...Why?"
While she resigned herself to dying Burned alive...She could represent a threat to the adulterous, secret relationship between her and the Executioner.
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FabioF
Magistrate
Day of Execution.
INQUISITOR "Prepare your body to receive the Flames...those to which you now direct your eyes.
You do well to feel anxiety and terror...your next hour is dedicated to your Execution...Burned at the Stake; Naked... along with your witchcraft and adultery.
your female flesh...guilty of incest receives the Flames and its extreme mortal pain..."
INQUISITOR "Prepare your body to receive the Flames...those to which you now direct your eyes.
You do well to feel anxiety and terror...your next hour is dedicated to your Execution...Burned at the Stake; Naked... along with your witchcraft and adultery.
your female flesh...guilty of incest receives the Flames and its extreme mortal pain..."
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FabioF
Magistrate
Arrested for the crimes of; Witchcraft and prostitution...the girl lives the day of her Execution.
Burned at the stake.!!!
She climbs onto the pyre with the Executioner and masturbates... in her sexual encounters for sex and orgies, she liked to be tied up...
She is not yet aware of the fact that soon everything will be atrocious and painful.
Burned at the stake.!!!
She climbs onto the pyre with the Executioner and masturbates... in her sexual encounters for sex and orgies, she liked to be tied up...
She is not yet aware of the fact that soon everything will be atrocious and painful.
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Oh there will be a hot.time in the Ole town tonight!
Inquis64
Condemned
Indeed wide apart so some flames enter the vagina as she howls like a wolf!
FabioF
Magistrate
A beautiful girl; is Chained on the Pyre, alone in her real nightmare,waits for the evening... to be Burned Alive
For the feast of the fields and the country...is chosen and sold by her family to the Holy Inquisition.,in exchange for a lot of money.
Willing to watch their young and beautiful daughter be Burned at the Stake.
Around her everything is ready... she is anxious for the arrival of a Sacrificial hour, painful from the pose forced by the Chains, tight around her young body...No one is willing to pay with money for her salvation.
For the feast of the fields and the country...is chosen and sold by her family to the Holy Inquisition.,in exchange for a lot of money.
Willing to watch their young and beautiful daughter be Burned at the Stake.
Around her everything is ready... she is anxious for the arrival of a Sacrificial hour, painful from the pose forced by the Chains, tight around her young body...No one is willing to pay with money for her salvation.
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I'm not sure this is the right place for that, but I have something told.
I had a dream (or rather a nightmare) last night and it inspired me with an unexplained fantasy.
I work for the inquisition, at the court. It is I who am responsible for condemning witches. pitiless and merciless, I systematically condemn to death the beautiful young women who appear before me. until the day when a young red-haired girl with perfect curves is brought in heavily chained, completely naked and tightly gagged by a dozen guards. “She poisoned several girls in town, and we found her stirring a cauldron!” the girl is thrown at my feet. I am surprised to see this beauty in such heavy restrictions, it is not usual. she raises her head, through her red locks, she gives me a look that makes my blood run cold. her eyes flash. her handcuffs are chained to the ground to prevent her from moving.
Terrified by this evil look, I take a few seconds to regain my composure. "Well, based on the evidence given, this prisoner appears to be guilty of the crimes of which she is accused, therefore I sentence her to burn alive at the stake." unlike the usual convicts, she does not struggle, does not scream, does not cry or beg. just this black look, powerfully terrifying. Then she looks exactly in my eyes and something strange happens. I get up from my chair and go down from the stage to head straight towards the beautiful but terrifying captive. I am irremediably attracted to her. I walk up to her, place my hand on her cheek, cold as ice, and place my hand on her gag. the soldiers realize that I intend to remove the gag and rush towards me, panicked. but it's too late, the fabric is already out of her mouth.
ზბფვზუკდფვზებაოსკდვჰზის
then it's total darkness. When I come to my senses my head hurts. I try to bring my hands to my eyes but I can't, they are blocked. I open my eyelids little by little. then the utter horror hits me. I am in a deserted field, tied to a wooden cross, with bundles of straw. I try to call for help but a huge gag is screwed between my lips. no one can help me, I'm totally helpless. what is happening to me? after about an hour of waiting attached to the pole, I see movement. It's the red-haired girl from earlier. this time, she is dressed in a beautiful low-cut black dress and she wears a big hat, but that's not what catches my attention. no, what matters to me, and terrifies me, is rather the flaming torch that she holds in her hand... she approaches little by little and each of her steps intensifies my desperate struggle to escape from my bonds . Arriving in front of the makeshift pyre, she looks up at me, an unhealthy smile on her face. “it is great as long as you pay for your cruelty, murderer.” she announces coldly. with tears in my eyes, I try to obtain his pity through my gag "plgg a beh ya plgg dan do za am fo fory" but there is no pity for me, as I had none with all these girls. she cruelly drops the flames at my feet, then turns around and leaves, peaceful and satisfied while my muffled screams rise in the deserted field.
picture credit : hoCbo on DeviantArt
I had a dream (or rather a nightmare) last night and it inspired me with an unexplained fantasy.
I work for the inquisition, at the court. It is I who am responsible for condemning witches. pitiless and merciless, I systematically condemn to death the beautiful young women who appear before me. until the day when a young red-haired girl with perfect curves is brought in heavily chained, completely naked and tightly gagged by a dozen guards. “She poisoned several girls in town, and we found her stirring a cauldron!” the girl is thrown at my feet. I am surprised to see this beauty in such heavy restrictions, it is not usual. she raises her head, through her red locks, she gives me a look that makes my blood run cold. her eyes flash. her handcuffs are chained to the ground to prevent her from moving.
Terrified by this evil look, I take a few seconds to regain my composure. "Well, based on the evidence given, this prisoner appears to be guilty of the crimes of which she is accused, therefore I sentence her to burn alive at the stake." unlike the usual convicts, she does not struggle, does not scream, does not cry or beg. just this black look, powerfully terrifying. Then she looks exactly in my eyes and something strange happens. I get up from my chair and go down from the stage to head straight towards the beautiful but terrifying captive. I am irremediably attracted to her. I walk up to her, place my hand on her cheek, cold as ice, and place my hand on her gag. the soldiers realize that I intend to remove the gag and rush towards me, panicked. but it's too late, the fabric is already out of her mouth.
ზბფვზუკდფვზებაოსკდვჰზის
then it's total darkness. When I come to my senses my head hurts. I try to bring my hands to my eyes but I can't, they are blocked. I open my eyelids little by little. then the utter horror hits me. I am in a deserted field, tied to a wooden cross, with bundles of straw. I try to call for help but a huge gag is screwed between my lips. no one can help me, I'm totally helpless. what is happening to me? after about an hour of waiting attached to the pole, I see movement. It's the red-haired girl from earlier. this time, she is dressed in a beautiful low-cut black dress and she wears a big hat, but that's not what catches my attention. no, what matters to me, and terrifies me, is rather the flaming torch that she holds in her hand... she approaches little by little and each of her steps intensifies my desperate struggle to escape from my bonds . Arriving in front of the makeshift pyre, she looks up at me, an unhealthy smile on her face. “it is great as long as you pay for your cruelty, murderer.” she announces coldly. with tears in my eyes, I try to obtain his pity through my gag "plgg a beh ya plgg dan do za am fo fory" but there is no pity for me, as I had none with all these girls. she cruelly drops the flames at my feet, then turns around and leaves, peaceful and satisfied while my muffled screams rise in the deserted field.
picture credit : hoCbo on DeviantArt
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