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It looks like sentence has been passed on Mary Jones and about to be carried out before the usual baying crowd of onlookers. Judging by their expressions I would say there is no love lost between Mary and the girl in the bottom right of the pic watching with her boyfriend. I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one who made the allegations in the first place.
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Joneysgirl's excellent post shows Mary Jones' sentence being read...
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Fortunately the hangman, know to most of the village as 'The Hanging Tree' as there is often only a tree available to dispense with the heathen wenches, notices the slack of manacles' chain and fastens the irons about harlot's wrists with but one lest the Devil's fornicator try to pleasure herself while she performs her 'witches' dance' as she slowly strangles while hanged by the neck!
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Well.....we'll continue.

Thomas Hopwood enjoyed the reputation of being the best hangman in the Shire. Any dolt could hang a witch but he turned it into entertainment for the masses. If he found a really good screamer or squealer he could keep her on her toes trying to evade his whip, pincers or his favourite hot irons for the best part of an hour. With hands tied behind their back and a noose around their neck there was no hope of escape for the poor witch. She would try to throw herself off the edge of the platform to end the torment but a firm hold around her neck prevented an early exit from the stage.
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The more she squealed the more the growing crowd loved it. It was becoming a regular attraction before the market opened for the day which of course was excellent for business. All the girls were going to hang anyway so they may as well please the shoppers before ending up on the butcher's tables.
 
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Well.....we'll continue.

Thomas Hopwood enjoyed the reputation of being the best hangman in the Shire. Any dolt could hang a witch but he turned it into entertainment for the masses. If he found a really good screamer or squealer he could keep her on her toes trying to evade his whip, pincers or his favourite hot irons for the best part of an hour. With hands tied behind their back and a noose around their neck there was no hope of escape for the poor witch. She would try to throw herself off the edge of the platform to end the torment but a firm hold around her neck prevented an early exit from the stage.
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The more she squealed the more the growing crowd loved it. It was becoming a regular attraction before the market opened for the day which of course was excellent for business. All the girls were going to hang anyway so they may as well please the shoppers before ending up on the butcher's tables.

Hopwood would do well in show biz ... he knows what his audience likes. ;)
 
Beth and Alice had grown up together in Little Brampton. Two girls caught up in the nightmare of an Inquisition. Beth was the older of the two and more advanced in many ways. Alice idolised her and it wasn't just the size of Beth's tits that aroused erotic feelings inside her. She always jumped at the chance of swimming naked together in a secluded pool and then drying off under the sun. Yesterday was different. Alice could not take her eyes off her naked friend while they lay side by side. Beth knew that Alice would be a willing conquest and had spent the afternoon teasing the poor girl. Licking spilt berry juice off her own tits made Alice water at the mouth. Just one of her many little teasers. Now was the time. Beth playfully squirted the juice of several berries across Alice's breasts, down her tummy and between her legs. Beth sat astride Alice and pinned her arms to the ground while she very slowly began to lick her friend clean spending what seemed an age working on her nipples. Beth dismounted and held Alice's legs apart while her tongue explored her pussy. As the juices flowed Beth lapped up every drop and encouraged Alice to give her more. Alice's first ever orgasm was quickly followed by a loud moan and then another.

Sam Philpott, a local farmer heard the moan and peered through the hedge. Although advanced in years he did recognise the two girls and felt it was his duty as a Christian to immediately report what he had seen to the Inquisition. When the girls arrived at their homes the guards were waiting and escorted them to their cells.

The next day they appeared together at a preliminary hearing with the Brothers acting as jury. It was their job to decide if there was a case to answer in which case they would face charges of witchcraft. Damian and Mother Superior were confident that would happen after hearing the evidence from Sam Philpott. Damian began:

"You were seen naked together in the good farmer's field!"
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Beth: "Indeed good sir. My friend is a poor country girl of little understanding and knowledge of the Bible. I thought that I would teach her the word of the Lord starting with the story of Adam and Eve."

Damian: "But you were both naked!" Mother superior nearly swooned.

Beth: "As I said sir, my friend has little understanding so I needed to act out the story. And of course Adam and Eve were naked. We couldn't find any fig leaves and had to make do with an acorn leaf each. I think they blew away." Alice winced and glared at her friend "Poor country girl!!, little understanding!!"

Damian: "The farmer heard your accomplice moan and you had your mouth between her legs!" Damian held on to Mother Superior.

Beth: "He is not mistaken sir. I too heard her cry in anguish and realising that she had been bitten by a poisonous snake I knew that I had to suck the poison out quickly. "

Damian: "Your mouth was all over her body!!"

Beth: "I suffer from hay fever sir and my eyes were watering. I could not see where the snake had bitten her so I needed to make certain that no piece of flesh escaped my attention. I did say a Hail Mary before my lips touched her body." Alice inwardly groaned. She thought to herself that the Inquisition would never fall for this bull shit and they were both doomed to the stake..

Damian: "The farmer never heard any prayers! How many did you say?"

Beth: "Oh lots and lots sir, but with my mouth occupied I had to say them in my head." Alice began to imagine the flames rising up her body.

"I think we need a re-enactment so we can all better judge the course of events.", interrupted Brother Wilfred. This idea went down very well with the rest of the jury who ordered plenty of straw to be laid and the girls released from their chains.

For the next hour Beth sucked and licked and acted like her life depended on it., which of course it did. When Beth got round to sucking the venom from Alice's pussy Mother Superior did faint and cracked her head on a step. Nobody noticed.

At the end of the performance both girls were unanimously found innocent. Beth was commended for her quick thinking in saving the life of her friend despite the obvious trauma that any good God fearing citizen would suffer under similar circumstances. Both girls were invited to hold Bible Study sessions for the young ladies of the village.

Mother Superior came round two days later in the Abbey hospital. Her memory had gone and the last thing she could remember was the sight of Beth with her mouth glued between Alice's legs. A pretty young novice arrived at the bedside to check her progress. She was found later lying naked on the bed wearing nothing but a huge smile. Nobody knows what happened to Mother Superior.
 
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If you like stories of nuns and priests, see Now This Just Isn't Funny
 
Well, who saw the end of that vignette coming? I do suppose the hangman needs a rest from time to time...
 
Beth and Alice had grown up together in Little Brampton. Two girls caught up in the nightmare of an Inquisition. Beth was the older of the two and more advanced in many ways. Alice idolised her and it wasn't just the size of Beth's tits that aroused erotic feelings inside her. She always jumped at the chance of swimming naked together in a secluded pool and then drying off under the sun. Yesterday was different. Alice could not take her eyes off her naked friend while they lay side by side. Beth knew that Alice would be a willing conquest and had spent the afternoon teasing the poor girl. Licking spilt berry juice off her own tits made Alice water at the mouth. Just one of her many little teasers. Now was the time. Beth playfully squirted the juice of several berries across Alice's breasts, down her tummy and between her legs. Beth sat astride Alice and pinned her arms to the ground while she very slowly began to lick her friend clean spending what seemed an age working on her nipples. Beth dismounted and held Alice's legs apart while her tongue explored her pussy. As the juices flowed Beth lapped up every drop and encouraged Alice to give her more. Alice's first ever orgasm was quickly followed by a loud moan and then another.

Sam Philpott, a local farmer heard the moan and peered through the hedge. Although advanced in years he did recognise the two girls and felt it was his duty as a Christian to immediately report what he had seen to the Inquisition. When the girls arrived at their homes the guards were waiting and escorted them to their cells.

The next day they appeared together at a preliminary hearing with the Brothers acting as jury. It was their job to decide if there was a case to answer in which case they would face charges of witchcraft. Damian and Mother Superior were confident that would happen after hearing the evidence from Sam Philpott. Damian began:

"You were seen naked together in the good farmer's field!"
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Beth: "Indeed good sir. My friend is a poor country girl of little understanding and knowledge of the Bible. I thought that I would teach her the word of the Lord starting with the story of Adam and Eve."

Damian: "But you were both naked!" Mother superior nearly swooned.

Beth: "As I said sir, my friend has little understanding so I needed to act out the story. And of course Adam and Eve were naked. We couldn't find any fig leaves and had to make do with an acorn leaf each. I think they blew away." Alice winced and glared at her friend "Poor country girl!!, little understanding!!"

Damian: "The farmer heard your accomplice moan and you had your mouth between her legs!" Damian held on to Mother Superior.

Beth: "He is not mistaken sir. I too heard her cry in anguish and realising that she had been bitten by a poisonous snake I knew that I had to suck the poison out quickly. "

Damian: "Your mouth was all over her body!!"

Beth: "I suffer from hay fever sir and my eyes were watering. I could not see where the snake had bitten her so I needed to make certain that no piece of flesh escaped my attention. I did say a Hail Mary before my lips touched her body." Alice inwardly groaned. She thought to herself that the Inquisition would never fall for this bull shit and they were both doomed to the stake..

Damian: "The farmer never heard any prayers! How many did you say?"

Beth: "Oh lots and lots sir, but with my mouth occupied I had to say them in my head." Alice began to imagine the flames rising up her body.

"I think we need a re-enactment so we can all better judge the course of events.", interrupted Brother Wilfred. This idea went down very well with the rest of the jury who ordered plenty of straw to be laid and the girls released from their chains.

For the next hour Beth sucked and licked and acted like her life depended on it., which of course it did. When Beth got round to sucking the venom from Alice's pussy Mother Superior did faint and cracked her head on a step. Nobody noticed.

At the end of the performance both girls were unanimously found innocent. Beth was commended for her quick thinking in saving the life of her friend despite the obvious trauma that any good God fearing citizen would suffer under similar circumstances. Both girls were invited to hold Bible Study sessions for the young ladies of the village.

Mother Superior came round two days later in the Abbey hospital. Her memory had gone and the last thing she could remember was the sight of Beth with her mouth glued between Alice's legs. A pretty young novice arrived at the bedside to check her progress. She was found later lying naked on the bed wearing nothing but a huge smile. Nobody knows what happened to Mother Superior.

Wonderful post!!! Love it! :clapping:
 
The village near Little Brampton is the hometown of rouge executioner known as The Hanging Tree but he is also recognized by both the church and the regions' magistrates as a dedicated witch hunter that utilizes most unorthodox methods of capturing his prey! A page from his diary... yes, he can write...



I have heard Bathsheba is the region. I must find this she-devil and surely I do. I doubt my witch-hunting skills were as important as her skills as a seductress for Lucifer himself! She finds me at my camp and strides glowing into the light of my campfire. She looks about and asks "Did you really come after me alone?"

"I came looking for witches" I reply as THE Bathsheba opens the sheer mesh silk gown.

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I have never encountered such exquisite beauty in nature from the wide sea from where the sun rises to the forests I camp in to the ocean that beacons me to where the sun sets. I pull out my flask and take a long drag from it.

She glares at me and says “You have found a true witch, Tree. You have pursued innocents and cost them their lives.”

“I was neither their judge nor jury. I merely brought them to trial. Whether they were freed, burned, or hanged is not of my concern” I reply.

“You wash your hands all too easily” she accuses.

I look at the palms of my hands, soiled with the dirt that cakes their creases and think that I can’t remember when I last washed them, much less the rest of my body!

“Have you ever seen a witch?” She orders more than asking.

“I take my orders from the church” I reply.

“You take your coin from the church!”

I cannot argue that but reply “I feed beggars instead of begging!”

“Do the beggars know the coin you give them is earned with the lives of young innocents?”

“Do you dare think their empty stomachs care? Your name, harlot witch is Bathsheba, the ‘mother of death’ and seductress of David- how appropriate!”

“David arranged Bathsheba’s husband’s death to satisfy his lust for her. She was a victim of her own beauty. Speaking of lust I see by the bulge in your trousers you are feeling some of your own” Bathsheba says. “Do you rape the innocents you capture?”

“Some ask me to bed them. Others I take after they are convicted and condemned.”

“Why would any of them offer themselves to you?”

“To try to bribe me to let them go”

“And the ones you ‘take’?”

“We do not send Lucifer virgins to be his bride.”

“Lay back” she says to me. I take another long draw from my flask then comply. Bathsheba opens my trousers and takes my erect member into her warm moist mouth but only enough to wet the hard shaft before she straddles my hips and lowers herself onto it. She is as warm and wet as I am aroused. She rides my shaft with obvious pleasure and I’ve no doubt I am hardly her conquest! As she climaxes she takes me in to the hilt, twists her hips side to side and grabs my tunic in her clinched fists pulling hard enough I am amazed she does not tear it apart! Her poontang pulses and tightens around my shaft and she milks my seed from it. Tossing her head back she cries “Oh, fuck, yes!!!”

I place my hand between her breasts and feel her pounding heart race. Slowly she releases the iron grip on my tunic and leaning forward with her hands resting on my chest she says “You’re a damn fine fuck even for a witch hunter.”

“You are damn good even for a witch” I reply.

As she rises off my cock pulls out of her gaping cunt with a slurping pop. She stands, wiped her engorged nether lips, and licks her fingers say “Mmmm, sweet, salty, and sour all at once!”

Bathsheba reaches for her red cape and gown. I ask her what the hell she is doing. She smiles at me and says “You are going to sit there and reflect on the pleasure we have shared- and believe me I enjoyed it-, and then let me walk away. You are hardly the first witch hunter I have cast a spell upon! But fear not; the spell lasts just a day- it tis all I need to never see you again.”

I look at her in the sun’s last moments and, pulling out my flask, I say “I will certainly savor this time together but Bathsheba I have heard of you and your spells so I went to the Wizard Seagram and procured a flask of his ‘Potion #7’. Your spell you tried to pass to me swims in your womb as we speak.”

The Wizard Seagram?!?!?!” she exclaims with both fear and distain. “This is so not fair! I have helped many with my spells- warding off diseases your ‘physician’ attempt to ‘cure’ with treatments worse than their sicknesses! I have never harmed anyone yet you judge me a witch and he a wizard!”

“I do not judge you. I have a warrant for the arrest of the witch Bathsheba. If you deny you are she and I will let you walk away.”

She has a way out to live but has a ‘Barb moment’ before saying “I will not- No!- I cannot deny who I am nor ever be ashamed of it!”

“Then put your wrists behind your back and let me put these irons on them.”

Damn I am so screwed! I do not want to but I lower my left wrist to surrender my arm to the irons as to borrow my friend and sister witch Thessela’s line “I have no choice.”

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The Hanging Tree brings Bathsheba to the village near Little Brampton as Little Brampton is backlogged with witch hangings. That evening she is brought before the town elders who expected they would have to use certain ‘interrogation methods’ to extract a confession from Bathsheba.

I watch the proceedings from the end seat of the elders’ table. Bathsheba’s beauty still amazes me as she stands before us in red cape and leather bindings, requiring all my concentration to keep my mind from drifting of our coupling in forest.

Elder Smith says “Are you the Lady Bathsheba?”

“I am as you say” she calmly replies.

“You have been brought before us accused as a witch and a heretic. How do you plead?”

“I am as you say I am though I prefer the name ‘sorceress’ to witch. Since I believe not in dogma men have written and claim it to be the word of your god if that makes me a heretic in your eyes so be it!”

With more anger at Bathsheba than satisfaction of obtaining such an easy confession Elder Smith snaps “Be warned I hear your answer as affirmation of your guilt!”

“By all means do affirm it” she says coolly. I bury my face in my hands thinking she may have well drafted her own death warrant yet she continues saying “I do not fear dying being burned at the stake!”

I am a bit confused by that statement as we have long forgone that barbaric ritual. Elder Smith raises his voice and proclaims “By her own acclamation the Lady Bathsheba has admitted her guilt of being both a witch and heretic. Is there dissent she should receive trice a dozen lashes bound to the whipping post this very night and will be hanged by the neck in the ‘morrow’ upon the gallows after the noon praying of the Angelus! Tonight, town crier notify the village of her scourging and in the morn notify the countryside!”

I am surprised by the look of fear on her face when she says “You cannot do this to me!”

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“We can and must! After she is scourged have her remanded to the blacksmith Angus’ shop for the night! I wish not have her incarcerated in the jail lest she cast spells on the other criminals there.”

End of part one… Part two will be posted in a few moments.

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Hang 262 g.jpg I go to the blacksmith Angus’ place while Bathsheba is administered her lashes.

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I toss him a flask telling him to drink it. He asks what it is and why should he need to. I tell him he will have Bathsheba in his custody before she is hanged tomorrow and if he fucks her he will fall under her spell. He says he just won’t take her. I say “Drink it! You haven’t seen Bathsheba!”

He gives me an ugly look but swills down Wizard Seagram’s Potion #7. He looks at me and says “This cunt better be worth it! That crap you drink must be what piss tastes like, Tree!”

“You’ll fuck her. I need to catch some sleep. ‘I’ll see you in a bit” I say.

I return in the middle of the night. Bathsheba is painfully bound in the sweltering hellhole of Angus’ blacksmith shop where I have never seen the kiln go out. I didn’t need to ask her if Angus screwed her- I can look at her and know he did.
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I ask her “Why you would want to be burned at the stake? Hanging is so much quicker and less painful than being burned, Bathsheba.”

“You don’t understand. In Little Brampton those girls they hang are innocents! They are women! I am a witch!” Bathsheba screams.

“I don’t judge them! I’m a bounty hunter. I take coin to bring them in and they judge them” I reply.

“Damn you, Tree, you wash your hands too easily of death of innocents and have never seen a witch hanged! Don’t you know it will take more than the next toll of the bell to strangle me?”

The next ‘toll of the bell’- that is more than an hour! This woman must be daft. I have hanged more than a few criminals in my life and pride myself that they- man or woman- suffer a long slow death but an hour between the tolling of the bell is unheard of. Besides I do not hang witches whether they are the innocents Bathsheba declares or the witch she insists she is. That is a church matter of which I do not get involved.

In mid-morning Bathsheba is brought to the gallows in the market square and is noosed.

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She would stand in the blazing sun for the last two hours of her life… or maybe three if she takes as long to die hanged as she told Tree… while the market fills with peasants and villagers bartering for vegetables and smoked and salted meats.

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The town elders gather on the gallows shortly before the noon Angelus and the charges against and the sentence handed down for Bathsheba are read. When Elder Smith bellows “Hangmen when the bell-toll for Angelus subsides hoist this heretic up and let her dance for her groom Lucifer!” Bathsheba’s knees buckle.

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As a hangman myself, I watch with great interest as Bathsheba is hoisted off the gallows’ decking. This form of hanging, much like from the back of a horse or from standing on a stool, does not cause death immediately as a properly fashioned noose will take time to close about the convict’s neck. Until it crushes the throat there is quite audible gasping and squawking as the convict fights to take in air push spent breath past the noose.


Some with delicate necks expire within minutes although wenches of a petite stature will often take more than quarter hour to surrender to the unrelenting noose and a half hour of thrashing though rare is not unheard of. I saw a hanging in France where three witches were taken upon a tall scaffold, noosed and a trapdoor opened plunging them more than their height and half again before the noose abruptly stopped their fall with their feet just above the dirt. There was audible snapping of necks and two never moved again and the third twitched but a few times before hanging still herself. I would question the hangman later and he explained the first two died instantly and the third was undoubtedly unconscious the moment the noose broke her fall and expired less than a fraction of moment later. He would inform me it is a humane way to execute the condemned convicts. I hardly see the point in this. If they do not suffer as they are hanged how can they know they are being punished?

As you have seen before when there are multiple hangings in one day all the condemned wenches are bought out at the same time and are hanged in order of lots thrown. As shown here the first wench was hanged at noon.

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At one o’clock her body is taken down and dumped into a wagon with a thud. The empty noose was placed around the neck of the second wench and up she went and would hang until 2 PM where the process is repeated for the third.

And I have mentioned these hangings are never quick or relatively painless affairs but Bathsheba’s is unlike I have ever seen before! Certainly there are gasps and squawks as she is hanged high above the gallows’ deck but in a raspy voice that sounds unlike her own. She begs for someone to finish her but of course there would be no mercy bestowed upon her. In fact the Elder Smith declares that it is obvious Bathsheba has already fornicated with the devil and has consummated her marriage to Lucifer and he is speaking through her mouth! The crowd jeered the woman hanged before them. Deep in the hour instead of hanging lifeless she rasps “Save me from this” to which the crowd jeered and laughed. The other condemned wenches watching nearly faint when Bathsheba first loses control of first her bladder then her bowels.


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The hangman grabs another length of rope and fashions another noose from a rough hemp rope with the crowd chanting ‘Make two… Make two.”

As the one o’clock hour arrives marked by a single toll of the church bell the second noose is tossed over the beam and the terrified wench is dragged towards it. She screams her innocence and begs not to be hanged. Having never seen a hanging before she believed she would take as long as Bathsheba who even now still hasn’t completed her death throes as the now-noosed wench is raised from the deck to finally silence her pleading.

Unlike even a short drop from a stool, when hoisted up the neck begins to stretch even as woman’s toes have cleared the floor so there is no momentary shock of pain! The wench begins to kick and thrash as soon as her feet are in the air yet before she is even raised all the way up. The crowd had become a mob demanding the third wench be hanged immediately. Fearing a riot he quickly tied a third noose and the third wench is dragged towards it. She begs to be let to live until two but it was not to be. Placated that all three wenches would be hanged all together they watched in silence as the third woman is hanged.

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By the time the noose was made and third hanged Bathsheba at last trembles the last of her death throes. I don’t stay around to see them take down the bodies at 3 o’clock. I hear later that they left Bathsheba’s body hanging until sunset lest the witch comes back to life.

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What I took away from this is Bathsheba is the only witch I’ve hanged. The rest were innocents. I still hang them. I need the work. I can sleep because I know I didn’t judge them and if I don’t someone else will hang them…

Tree


 

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Thank you for that Tree and as you say there will always be someone else to hang them. As you also quite rightly point out Little Brampton does have a backlog of hangings to get through due of course to the deal made with Parliament whereby witches throughout the land are transported here to have their sentences carried out. Some girls are lucky like Beth and Alice, especially if Brothers Wilfred and Anthony are on Jury duty for the Inquisition. Bethany and Jocelyn however were not so fortunate and were due to be hanged early on a particularly cold and wet morning. Jocelyn didn't exactly help her cause by calling the prosecutor a flea bitten, poxy little bastard and other language which today we reserve for bankers, the knights of British Industry and the toe rags who run what is laughingly known as a transport system. so..
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Here we have obviously arrived a little while after Bethany has been hoisted up. It is Jocelyn's turn next and you can see Matilda behind her. She is the wife of Thomas Hopwood's brother who does like to dress the part in spite of inclement weather. Matilda's job includes checking the noose and hands and also cleaning the hanging platform after use. She has learnt from experience that it saves a great deal of mess if she brings a bucket along and gets the girls to use it before her hubby does the business with the rope. If we wait a few moments we should see Jocelyn hoisted up to be alongside her accomplice...yes! there she goes!
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Dearest Joneysgirl, allow me to extend my gratitude for your allowance to assist you in this small way. I do not know how you and the good people of Little Brampton maintain your tireless endeavor to eradicate our land of burgeoning witch population.

I have taken the liberty of toiling to elicit the confession of yet another of Lucifer's brides, a young maiden named Barbaria Moore. She desperately clings to her claim of innocence.
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But as you have noted the language that spews from her mouth only assures me she possessed by the devil.
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Be assured as tirelessly as you work to rid us of these unholy wenches I will not succumb to her persistent claims of innocence. I think she is near confession and will forward her for you attention shortly!
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Yours forever in this sacred endeavor,

Sincerely,

The Hanging Tree
 
Dearest Joneysgirl, allow me to extend my gratitude for your allowance to assist you in this small way. I do not know how you and the good people of Little Brampton maintain your tireless endeavor to eradicate our land of burgeoning witch population.

I have taken the liberty of toiling to elicit the confession of yet another of Lucifer's brides, a young maiden named Barbaria Moore. She desperately clings to her claim of innocence.
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But as you have noted the language that spews from her mouth only assures me she possessed by the devil.
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Be assured as tirelessly as you work to rid us of these unholy wenches I will not succumb to her persistent claims of innocence. I think she is near confession and will forward her for you attention shortly!
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Yours forever in this sacred endeavor,

Sincerely,

The Hanging Tree

"But as you have noted the language that spews from her mouth only assures me she possessed by the devil.

torture 014 a.jpg Since when are pleas for mercy and screams of agony the language of the devil?

Wait a minute now, what the hell is that shiny thing on the table? :confused:

OH SHIT!!!! NO! NOT THAT! I CONFESS! I CONFESS! :eek::eek::eek:
 
"But as you have noted the language that spews from her mouth only assures me she possessed by the devil.

View attachment 403115 Since when are pleas for mercy and screams of agony the language of the devil?

Wait a minute now, what the hell is that shiny thing on the table? :confused:

OH SHIT!!!! NO! NOT THAT! I CONFESS! I CONFESS! :eek::eek::eek:
I thought you might...
 
"But as you have noted the language that spews from her mouth only assures me she possessed by the devil.

View attachment 403115 Since when are pleas for mercy and screams of agony the language of the devil?

Wait a minute now, what the hell is that shiny thing on the table? :confused:

OH SHIT!!!! NO! NOT THAT! I CONFESS! I CONFESS! :eek::eek::eek:
My torturer's apprentices are hard at work in the dungeons preparing new methods of extracting the truth from those charged with wicked crimes such as Barbaria. They will not be denied the opportunity to demonstrate their newly acquired skills by a quick confession. Competition amongst them is fierce to be the best. The pay is rather poor so it is mainly a question of pride. Please escort the accused known as Barbaria to the dungeon where I shall introduce you to a new apprentice.
 
My torturer's apprentices are hard at work in the dungeons preparing new methods of extracting the truth from those charged with wicked crimes such as Barbaria. They will not be denied the opportunity to demonstrate their newly acquired skills by a quick confession. Competition amongst them is fierce to be the best. The pay is rather poor so it is mainly a question of pride. Please escort the accused known as Barbaria to the dungeon where I shall introduce you to a new apprentice.
M' Lady, it is not merely my duty but my honor to deliver the wench to the attention of your minions!!!

The Hanging Tree

...shut up, Barb...
 
My torturer's apprentices are hard at work in the dungeons preparing new methods of extracting the truth from those charged with wicked crimes such as Barbaria. They will not be denied the opportunity to demonstrate their newly acquired skills by a quick confession. Competition amongst them is fierce to be the best. The pay is rather poor so it is mainly a question of pride. Please escort the accused known as Barbaria to the dungeon where I shall introduce you to a new apprentice.

I go where I am led ... naked, frightened, unable to imagine the horrors that yet await me ...
 
I go where I am led ... naked, frightened, unable to imagine the horrors that yet await me ...
This is out of my hands, wench Barbaria. The elders of Little Brampton find your confession less than heartfelt. I am sure you will suffer a fair and just inquisition...

Love always, you heretic sinful 'Bride of Satan'

The Hanging Tree

...I thought I'd leave out 'fornicator' and 'perverse sins-of-flesh practitioner' to not stack the deck against you...
 
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