Zephirantes
Magistrate
I intend to use these lines and dialogues in a fotonovela (I have the beautiful model Ana Foxxx in mind as the executee, pics will be taken from here: https://www.kink.com/shoot/44490 ) I will assemble in the future... unless I change my mind.
In the meantime, I think they are good enough for a stand-alone story.
Hope you enjoy it.
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Modern Witch Burning at Mistakonic College!
Synopsis:
Penny sat in the dimly lit wooden room, ready for the inquiry to commence. A mixture of anxiety and a strange sense of excitement was brewing inside her. The walls were adorned with old, dusty tomes and eerie artifacts, relics of Mistakonic's storied past. In front of her sat Professor Erzsebet Woland, an imposing figure with a wry smile, flanked by Penny’s friends Karen, Meg, and Gina. All members of the committee that will soon judge on her behavior.
They all had an air of anticipation, tempered with sympathy for their friend, who was about to face the consequences of her actions.
"Really, I think this formal indictment is really a waste of time, I mean... it's no big deal, right?" Penny started, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice trembled slightly.
Professor Woland arched an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and sternness. "No big deal? Penny, Penny... flying naked on a broomstick in the dead of night? You know that’s hardly proper behavior for a female student at Mistakonic, don’t you?"
Karen leaned forward, her tone gentle but firm. "Penny... the Disciplinary Committee can’t exactly turn a blind eye to what you did, can we?"
"It wasn't me, I assure you," Penny lied, though she knew it was futile.
Penny had a smirk on her lips, couldn't very well fake her lie. "I mean, come on, flying naked? That’s hardly my style. I’d at least wear some cute boots, right?"
"You've been recorded on camera... it's definitely you, my dear," Karen interjected, holding up her phone where the footage played on loop.
"We all saw the footage. The security golems don’t lie," added Professor Woland, her tone both authoritative and amused.
Penny sighed, realizing there was no point in denying it any longer. "Alright, you got me," she admitted, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
"And you looked like you were having a lot of fun up there, too," Meg chimed in, her voice teasing.
"Yeah, well..." Penny hesitated, her embarrassment growing.
"Come on, speak freely. I mean, there's nothing for you to hide anymore, right?" Gina urged, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
Penny took a deep breath, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, with the broomstick penetrating my pussy... I had a good cum while I was flying..."
Gina’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a grin spread across her face. "Wow! A flying orgasm!"
"I squirted my juices all over Professor Rankor's roses in the college's gardens... it was so embarrassing..." Penny confessed, her face now a deep shade of crimson.
"Attagirl! Or, should I say, atta-witch?" Meg quipped, laughing softly.
"Maybe... atta-bitch? She cummed like a slut!" Karen added, though her tone was more playful than harsh.
"Hey, don't call our dear witch-wannabe here names! She may be in violation of the college's regulations, but there's no need to insult her," Gina scolded gently.
"Well, no offense taken, I have been called worse," Penny replied with a weak smile.
"Anyway, sorry Penny, didn't want to offend you," Karen added, her tone softening. "I was really being a Karen, sorry."
Professor Woland leaned back in her chair, her expression turning more serious. "Well, at least you enjoyed your flight, sweetheart... I hope it was worth it, 'cause you shall pay dearly for it," she said, her words heavy with implication.
Penny gulped, her earlier bravado fading. "Gulp! Will I?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm afraid so, honey... college rules, you know..." Professor Woland confirmed, though her tone was laced with a strange mix of pity and anticipation.
"I was curious, okay? Who wouldn’t be? A broom that belonged to a witch who got burned at the stake? It practically begged me to take it for a spin." Penny tried to defend herself, though she knew it was a losing battle.
"A spin indeed," Gina remarked, still amused.
"And in such a daring outfit too! Or should I say, lack thereof?" Karen added, unable to hide her grin.
Penny shrugged, trying to keep her composure. "Well, if you're going to ride a witch’s broom, you might as well do it properly," she said, her voice tinged with defiance. "I didn’t want to disrespect the artifact by doing it clothed. True witches ride broomstick naked! All folk tales agree with that!"
"That's true, and there are also literary examples of that. For instance, Margarita in Bulgakov's masterpiece also flies fully naked," added Professor Woland in a scholarly tone, very appropriate to her academic rank.
Gina suddenly interrupted, squinting at the footage on her phone. "Wow, look at the video: you still sport an hairy pussy in this day and age? So very retro..."
"Well, it's suitable to a witch after all," Meg quipped, her tone light.
"Yes, that dark well-maintained bush makes her more sinful indeed, like a true witch," Professor Woland agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm no true witch, unfortunately... I just wanted to be one, like Myriana. And the first time I rode a broomstick in the night I got caught!" Penny lamented, her frustration evident.
Karen reached out, placing a comforting hand on Penny’s arm. "Please, don't cry darling. You did your best, I'm sure," she said softly.
“Look the bright side honey: your naked flight and cum will go viral on the internet!” Meg added with a mischievous grin.
Professor Woland’s expression darkened slightly. "And that's a problem also, because... well, now Mistakonic College cannot deny the presence of a witch..."
"Witch-in-training!" Penny corrected, though the gravity of the situation was beginning to sink in.
"... okay, witch-in-training. Anyway, the college cannot deny anymore. So... we have to punish you for real. Otherwise, the college would lose face," Professor Woland explained, her tone now more somber, almost sinister...
"You're in for a most serious chastisement indeed," Karen agreed, nodding.
Penny looked around at the faces of her friends, feeling a mixture of fear and resignation. "Well, Professor, I just thought I'd... embrace the curriculum a bit more literally. You know, live a little, feel the night air on my skin and the stick in my twat. Isn't that what we’re here to learn? The true essence of magic?" she asked, her voice tinged with a desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, they would understand.
They would not.
Professor Woland’s smile returned, though it was tinged with a hint of scholarly attitude. "Not at all: here we learn about old traditions and customs, we don't practice sorcery or cast spells!" she corrected, her tone firm, as in an academic explanation.
"Learning esoteric arts and preserving supposedly magical artifacts doesn't mean practicing witchcraft," Karen added, her voice gentle but resolute.
"And even less riding a broom. And with the pommel in your cunt, nonetheless!" the professor remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.
"It seemed... fitting at the moment," Penny mumbled, her earlier confidence now fully eroded.
Professor Woland sighed, looking at Penny with a mix of pity and amusement. "Yeah, judging from the video, the stick fitted your vagina very well and deep..." she remarked, her voice teasing.
"A little personal touch, you know? Adds to the authenticity. Besides," Penny tried to explain, but her voice trailed off, knowing it was futile.
"I’ve always heard that magic should be felt deeply, intimately," she finished, her tone almost apologetic.
"Well, what’s more intimate than giving a royal flying fuck to the broomstick with your pussy, indeed," Karen said with a chuckle.
Professor Woland nodded in agreement. "You’ve got spirit, gal, I'll give you that," she said, her tone approving.
"Was that your first try... flying, I mean?" Meg asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah..." Penny admitted, feeling like she was sinking deeper into her own doom.
"Well, you managed to remain airborne and, well, impaled, for a lot of time, I mean, with zero training..." Gina remarked, her tone almost admiring.
"As an apprentice-witch, you can take some pride in that," Professor Woland added, her tone encouraging.
"You accomplished a very difficult thing just the first time you tried!" Meg agreed, almost approvingly.
Penny forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Thanks, I guess... actually..."
"Actually?" Meg prompted, sensing there was more.
Penny hesitated, then sighed. "The most difficult part was, you know, balancing with my feet and thighs so as not being skewered by the fucking stick!" she confessed, her voice shaking with the memory, her cheeks red in shame as she confessed such intimate detail.
Gina winced, but nodded sympathetically. "Ouch! That would have taken your witch career to a close!"
"Well, it's not like my career is going very well anyway, is it? I have a feeling that I don't have much left, I'm afraid, right?" Penny asked, her voice laced with dread.
Professor Woland sighed, her expression turning serious once more. "Don't be too upset, sweetie: it's just that with all these cameras and smartphones, well, the world isn't suited to witches anymore," Professor Woland continued, her tone tinged with regret. "I'm sure in the 17th century, you would have become a great witch, even greater than Myriana Balkan!" She nodded, hoping to raise Penny's morale with that.
Penny couldn't help but chuckle through her anxiety, appreciating the strange compliment. "You're most kind, thanks for your words," she replied, her voice wavering between fear and a hint of pride.
Professor Woland nodded, a weird smile on her lips. "But you understand, don’t you, Penny, that what you’ve done is a direct violation of the College Ethics Policy?" she asked, her voice softening, as if she at least partially wished there was some other way.
"Witchcraft, in its true form, is not something we condone lightly here. Especially not when it’s practiced so... flamboyantly," Karen added, her voice carrying both admiration and a sense of foreboding.
Penny sighed, feeling the weight of her actions pressing down on her. "Oh, I understand, Professor, but... this surely wouldn't mean..." she trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Professor Woland's expression grew more somber as she continued. "You might just become the most famous student in Mistakonic history. But fame cometh with a price, my dear. We can't just let you off the hook."
Karen leaned in, her tone taking on a more serious edge. "In all New England, witches get executed, under torture, you know," she said, her words cutting through the air like a cold wind.
Penny's heart skipped a beat, her voice trembling as she asked, "E... executed?" The reality of her situation was beginning to sink in.
"Yeah, put down, so to speak. You really have to die, darling," Karen confirmed, her tone gentle yet firm.
Penny's fear deepened, her hands shaking slightly. "Oh... will I be... hanged by the neck until dead? As in Salem?" she asked, desperately clinging to the hope that her death might be swift.
Professor Woland shook her head slowly. "We are not in Salem, sweetheart."
"Oh no? Beheaded, perhaps? Drowned?" Penny asked, her voice laced with growing desperation.
Karen eyes narrowed as she considered Penny's words. "Unfortunately, those execution methods are way too swift and pain-free to be used on a witch..."
Penny leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Witch-in-training!"
"... okay, on a witch-in-training such as you. I'm afraid you have to suffer much more than that before dying," Karen continued, her tone betraying a hint of sadness.
Penny's eyes widened, her breath quickening as she stammered, "Then... surely not burned at the stake???"
Gina placed a reassuring hand on Penny's arm, though her words were anything but comforting. "You will be burned indeed, you'll get the full 'witch treatment' indeed, naked of course," she confirmed, her voice soft yet resolute.
"Of course," Penny swallowed hard, her mind racing. "Well, I suppose that if I’m really going to be put to death, I might as well go all the way," she said, her voice trembling yet tinged with a strange sense of acceptance. "Right?"
Professor Woland nodded approvingly. "Yes, honey, you'll go all the way indeed."
Penny's voice wavered as she continued, "I suppose that’s fitting, from a certain point of view. I mean, poor Myriana got the same treatment, didn’t she? The flames burned her body to ashes as she screamed... or so the chronicles say at least..."
Gina's voice softened, tinged with a mix of sympathy and grim fascination. "They say a roaring thunder was heard as her clit was finally exposed to the flames and burned..."
"Poor gal," Meg whispered, her voice barely audible.
Penny nodded, a strange mixture of fear and determination in her eyes. "Well, at least you can go out as this heroine of yours, isn't it?" Professor Woland asked, her voice filled with a curious mix of respect and anticipation.
"Yeah... that's something, at least. I may not be much of a witch, but I will go down as a witch, it seems," Penny replied, her voice trembling but resolute.
Meg's eyes lit up with admiration. "Cool line!" she exclaimed, genuinely impressed.
In the meantime, I think they are good enough for a stand-alone story.
Hope you enjoy it.
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Modern Witch Burning at Mistakonic College!
Synopsis:
Penny sat in the dimly lit wooden room, ready for the inquiry to commence. A mixture of anxiety and a strange sense of excitement was brewing inside her. The walls were adorned with old, dusty tomes and eerie artifacts, relics of Mistakonic's storied past. In front of her sat Professor Erzsebet Woland, an imposing figure with a wry smile, flanked by Penny’s friends Karen, Meg, and Gina. All members of the committee that will soon judge on her behavior.
They all had an air of anticipation, tempered with sympathy for their friend, who was about to face the consequences of her actions.
"Really, I think this formal indictment is really a waste of time, I mean... it's no big deal, right?" Penny started, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice trembled slightly.
Professor Woland arched an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and sternness. "No big deal? Penny, Penny... flying naked on a broomstick in the dead of night? You know that’s hardly proper behavior for a female student at Mistakonic, don’t you?"
Karen leaned forward, her tone gentle but firm. "Penny... the Disciplinary Committee can’t exactly turn a blind eye to what you did, can we?"
"It wasn't me, I assure you," Penny lied, though she knew it was futile.
Penny had a smirk on her lips, couldn't very well fake her lie. "I mean, come on, flying naked? That’s hardly my style. I’d at least wear some cute boots, right?"
"You've been recorded on camera... it's definitely you, my dear," Karen interjected, holding up her phone where the footage played on loop.
"We all saw the footage. The security golems don’t lie," added Professor Woland, her tone both authoritative and amused.
Penny sighed, realizing there was no point in denying it any longer. "Alright, you got me," she admitted, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
"And you looked like you were having a lot of fun up there, too," Meg chimed in, her voice teasing.
"Yeah, well..." Penny hesitated, her embarrassment growing.
"Come on, speak freely. I mean, there's nothing for you to hide anymore, right?" Gina urged, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.
Penny took a deep breath, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, with the broomstick penetrating my pussy... I had a good cum while I was flying..."
Gina’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a grin spread across her face. "Wow! A flying orgasm!"
"I squirted my juices all over Professor Rankor's roses in the college's gardens... it was so embarrassing..." Penny confessed, her face now a deep shade of crimson.
"Attagirl! Or, should I say, atta-witch?" Meg quipped, laughing softly.
"Maybe... atta-bitch? She cummed like a slut!" Karen added, though her tone was more playful than harsh.
"Hey, don't call our dear witch-wannabe here names! She may be in violation of the college's regulations, but there's no need to insult her," Gina scolded gently.
"Well, no offense taken, I have been called worse," Penny replied with a weak smile.
"Anyway, sorry Penny, didn't want to offend you," Karen added, her tone softening. "I was really being a Karen, sorry."
Professor Woland leaned back in her chair, her expression turning more serious. "Well, at least you enjoyed your flight, sweetheart... I hope it was worth it, 'cause you shall pay dearly for it," she said, her words heavy with implication.
Penny gulped, her earlier bravado fading. "Gulp! Will I?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm afraid so, honey... college rules, you know..." Professor Woland confirmed, though her tone was laced with a strange mix of pity and anticipation.
"I was curious, okay? Who wouldn’t be? A broom that belonged to a witch who got burned at the stake? It practically begged me to take it for a spin." Penny tried to defend herself, though she knew it was a losing battle.
"A spin indeed," Gina remarked, still amused.
"And in such a daring outfit too! Or should I say, lack thereof?" Karen added, unable to hide her grin.
Penny shrugged, trying to keep her composure. "Well, if you're going to ride a witch’s broom, you might as well do it properly," she said, her voice tinged with defiance. "I didn’t want to disrespect the artifact by doing it clothed. True witches ride broomstick naked! All folk tales agree with that!"
"That's true, and there are also literary examples of that. For instance, Margarita in Bulgakov's masterpiece also flies fully naked," added Professor Woland in a scholarly tone, very appropriate to her academic rank.
Gina suddenly interrupted, squinting at the footage on her phone. "Wow, look at the video: you still sport an hairy pussy in this day and age? So very retro..."
"Well, it's suitable to a witch after all," Meg quipped, her tone light.
"Yes, that dark well-maintained bush makes her more sinful indeed, like a true witch," Professor Woland agreed, nodding thoughtfully.
"I'm no true witch, unfortunately... I just wanted to be one, like Myriana. And the first time I rode a broomstick in the night I got caught!" Penny lamented, her frustration evident.
Karen reached out, placing a comforting hand on Penny’s arm. "Please, don't cry darling. You did your best, I'm sure," she said softly.
“Look the bright side honey: your naked flight and cum will go viral on the internet!” Meg added with a mischievous grin.
Professor Woland’s expression darkened slightly. "And that's a problem also, because... well, now Mistakonic College cannot deny the presence of a witch..."
"Witch-in-training!" Penny corrected, though the gravity of the situation was beginning to sink in.
"... okay, witch-in-training. Anyway, the college cannot deny anymore. So... we have to punish you for real. Otherwise, the college would lose face," Professor Woland explained, her tone now more somber, almost sinister...
"You're in for a most serious chastisement indeed," Karen agreed, nodding.
Penny looked around at the faces of her friends, feeling a mixture of fear and resignation. "Well, Professor, I just thought I'd... embrace the curriculum a bit more literally. You know, live a little, feel the night air on my skin and the stick in my twat. Isn't that what we’re here to learn? The true essence of magic?" she asked, her voice tinged with a desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, they would understand.
They would not.
Professor Woland’s smile returned, though it was tinged with a hint of scholarly attitude. "Not at all: here we learn about old traditions and customs, we don't practice sorcery or cast spells!" she corrected, her tone firm, as in an academic explanation.
"Learning esoteric arts and preserving supposedly magical artifacts doesn't mean practicing witchcraft," Karen added, her voice gentle but resolute.
"And even less riding a broom. And with the pommel in your cunt, nonetheless!" the professor remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.
"It seemed... fitting at the moment," Penny mumbled, her earlier confidence now fully eroded.
Professor Woland sighed, looking at Penny with a mix of pity and amusement. "Yeah, judging from the video, the stick fitted your vagina very well and deep..." she remarked, her voice teasing.
"A little personal touch, you know? Adds to the authenticity. Besides," Penny tried to explain, but her voice trailed off, knowing it was futile.
"I’ve always heard that magic should be felt deeply, intimately," she finished, her tone almost apologetic.
"Well, what’s more intimate than giving a royal flying fuck to the broomstick with your pussy, indeed," Karen said with a chuckle.
Professor Woland nodded in agreement. "You’ve got spirit, gal, I'll give you that," she said, her tone approving.
"Was that your first try... flying, I mean?" Meg asked, genuinely curious.
"Yeah..." Penny admitted, feeling like she was sinking deeper into her own doom.
"Well, you managed to remain airborne and, well, impaled, for a lot of time, I mean, with zero training..." Gina remarked, her tone almost admiring.
"As an apprentice-witch, you can take some pride in that," Professor Woland added, her tone encouraging.
"You accomplished a very difficult thing just the first time you tried!" Meg agreed, almost approvingly.
Penny forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Thanks, I guess... actually..."
"Actually?" Meg prompted, sensing there was more.
Penny hesitated, then sighed. "The most difficult part was, you know, balancing with my feet and thighs so as not being skewered by the fucking stick!" she confessed, her voice shaking with the memory, her cheeks red in shame as she confessed such intimate detail.
Gina winced, but nodded sympathetically. "Ouch! That would have taken your witch career to a close!"
"Well, it's not like my career is going very well anyway, is it? I have a feeling that I don't have much left, I'm afraid, right?" Penny asked, her voice laced with dread.
Professor Woland sighed, her expression turning serious once more. "Don't be too upset, sweetie: it's just that with all these cameras and smartphones, well, the world isn't suited to witches anymore," Professor Woland continued, her tone tinged with regret. "I'm sure in the 17th century, you would have become a great witch, even greater than Myriana Balkan!" She nodded, hoping to raise Penny's morale with that.
Penny couldn't help but chuckle through her anxiety, appreciating the strange compliment. "You're most kind, thanks for your words," she replied, her voice wavering between fear and a hint of pride.
Professor Woland nodded, a weird smile on her lips. "But you understand, don’t you, Penny, that what you’ve done is a direct violation of the College Ethics Policy?" she asked, her voice softening, as if she at least partially wished there was some other way.
"Witchcraft, in its true form, is not something we condone lightly here. Especially not when it’s practiced so... flamboyantly," Karen added, her voice carrying both admiration and a sense of foreboding.
Penny sighed, feeling the weight of her actions pressing down on her. "Oh, I understand, Professor, but... this surely wouldn't mean..." she trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
Professor Woland's expression grew more somber as she continued. "You might just become the most famous student in Mistakonic history. But fame cometh with a price, my dear. We can't just let you off the hook."
Karen leaned in, her tone taking on a more serious edge. "In all New England, witches get executed, under torture, you know," she said, her words cutting through the air like a cold wind.
Penny's heart skipped a beat, her voice trembling as she asked, "E... executed?" The reality of her situation was beginning to sink in.
"Yeah, put down, so to speak. You really have to die, darling," Karen confirmed, her tone gentle yet firm.
Penny's fear deepened, her hands shaking slightly. "Oh... will I be... hanged by the neck until dead? As in Salem?" she asked, desperately clinging to the hope that her death might be swift.
Professor Woland shook her head slowly. "We are not in Salem, sweetheart."
"Oh no? Beheaded, perhaps? Drowned?" Penny asked, her voice laced with growing desperation.
Karen eyes narrowed as she considered Penny's words. "Unfortunately, those execution methods are way too swift and pain-free to be used on a witch..."
Penny leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Witch-in-training!"
"... okay, on a witch-in-training such as you. I'm afraid you have to suffer much more than that before dying," Karen continued, her tone betraying a hint of sadness.
Penny's eyes widened, her breath quickening as she stammered, "Then... surely not burned at the stake???"
Gina placed a reassuring hand on Penny's arm, though her words were anything but comforting. "You will be burned indeed, you'll get the full 'witch treatment' indeed, naked of course," she confirmed, her voice soft yet resolute.
"Of course," Penny swallowed hard, her mind racing. "Well, I suppose that if I’m really going to be put to death, I might as well go all the way," she said, her voice trembling yet tinged with a strange sense of acceptance. "Right?"
Professor Woland nodded approvingly. "Yes, honey, you'll go all the way indeed."
Penny's voice wavered as she continued, "I suppose that’s fitting, from a certain point of view. I mean, poor Myriana got the same treatment, didn’t she? The flames burned her body to ashes as she screamed... or so the chronicles say at least..."
Gina's voice softened, tinged with a mix of sympathy and grim fascination. "They say a roaring thunder was heard as her clit was finally exposed to the flames and burned..."
"Poor gal," Meg whispered, her voice barely audible.
Penny nodded, a strange mixture of fear and determination in her eyes. "Well, at least you can go out as this heroine of yours, isn't it?" Professor Woland asked, her voice filled with a curious mix of respect and anticipation.
"Yeah... that's something, at least. I may not be much of a witch, but I will go down as a witch, it seems," Penny replied, her voice trembling but resolute.
Meg's eyes lit up with admiration. "Cool line!" she exclaimed, genuinely impressed.
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