willowfall found a old story about zorf:
Zorf
Mary idly trawled through the net, not really settling on any site, and finally moved to her favourite site Fembats 4. There had been intermittent postings of late, but there was one new post, so Mary opened it. ‘New Society formed, to examine Joan of Arc’s last days, particularly her burning alive at the stake’. Intrigued, Mary clicked on the link to a site within the message, and found that it was not just a net discussion forum, but had the intention of being an active group, actually arranging meetings to study the subject matter in depth. Mary decided to explore this Society further, and after applying to join, and going through various questionnaires, she was accepted on the basis that she would attend the meetings that would be arranged from time to time.
In the weeks and months to follow Mary participated in the internet discussions on the new site, and eventually she was delighted to see that a major meeting had been arranged for members to attend to meet in person and take discussions to further levels. She expected to meet a couple of famous names from the Fembats4 forum, but thought she would also see some new ones. The meeting was only just over an hour away, so Mary decided that she would make the journey by train and arrange to stop overnight at a hotel.
On the day in question, Mary decided that she needed to dress quite smartly, so she chose a tight fitting white blouse that would emphasise her young full breasts to best effect, with a fitted light blue jacket and matching skirt that was just above knee height. A sexy pair of high heeled shoes were selected, and with her hair taken up and her make-up applied, she looked every inch the smart girl-about-town.
The train ride was boring and uneventful – she just wished that she could get to the appointed meeting place and get to know and see the members who had the same mutual interest as herself: girls burning at the stake. Just thinking about it during the train journey started to turn her on. She had enjoyed the fantasy for many years, and frequently fantasised about pretty girls burning at the stake; she also enjoyed fantasising about celebrity females burning at the stake, with her lighting the fire beneath them. But most of all, she loved to fantasise about being taken to the stake, chained tightly to it, and watching as a fire was lit in the wood beneath her. She hardly ever got to the end of the scene: of her being totally burned alive at the stake – her intense orgasm all too often saw to that.
Arriving at the station in the city, she stepped out confidently and headed for the meeting place, a well-known bar in the city centre. When she reached the bar, she went to the prearranged location within it, and there she found that there were already a couple of people there belonging to the ‘Society’. Within a minute they were joined by six others, among which was one female. One suggested that, rather than do the round of stilted introductions there, they should move on to the main meeting place where they could all settle down and get on with the topic in hand. Mary had to explain that she had travelled by train, but that proved to be no problem, as a lift was arranged for her with another member and the female. Conversation was rather limited on the journey, which lasted about half an hour and ended up deep in the countryside.
Once at the location, everyone vacated the cars and headed a little way further into the heavily wooded area they had arrived at. After about a minute they came to a small clearing, and one of the members announced that as the main subject to be looked at was Joan of Arc’s burning at the stake, it was appropriate that at their meeting place a fully prepared stake was erected to provide a suitable ambience to the occasion. The members wandered over to it and examined it carefully. Wood was placed around the base of the stake to a height of about 6 feet, at which point a wooden slatted platform was in place. To one side, there was more than enough wood stored to feed a huge fire many times over. “Nothing left to chance here” Mary thought, “someone could really be burned at the stake today.” Mary’s heart was pounding as she approached it and examined the stacked wood at close quarters. Glancing up, she saw the rough hewn stake, and strong, heavy-duty, chains hanging from the rear of it. “No girl would escape those chains” she thought, as the familiar urgent erotic feelings rose within her once again.
It was suggested that introductions were made, and so one by one the members introduced themselves using their internet names. It was no surprise to Mary when one said “I’m Oberon”, another Carnifex, and so it went, Tomsk, SKG210, fire02035, Capt Zeppos, Matmos. After the men had introduced themselves, they turned to the two females. “Ladies, please introduce yourselves” said Oberon. “I’m Ignitrix, you all know me on Fembats and from my own website”. “I’m Zorf, you’ll know me from Fembats and from my posts on Ignitrix’s site as well”, said Mary. “Ah, we meet Zorf at last” said Oberon, who appeared to be the spokesman for the group, “we’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time.” Mary smiled nervously at this remark. “You were the subject of a very animated debate over whether you were a witch or not, and whether you should burn. The balance of opinion, actually 100% in fact, was that you were a witch. Seeing you today so beautifully turned out, I think you should burn anyway. You fit the bill of being a temptress and seductress so well that your witching ways automatically follow. What do you others think?” The others, including Ignitrix, nodded their approval. Mary sensed that perhaps all was not what it seemed, and being in the presence of hardened Bats enthusiasts and a fully prepared stake and pyre was not the best scenario for a young girl. “Surely they wouldn’t”, she thought.
“Are you seriously suggesting that you would burn me at the stake? That you would really do it? That you would follow it through completely?” As soon as Mary said the words, she answered her own questions in her head. “Yes they would. Oh yes, they would burn her. They have lived with the fantasy for decades, all of them. To carry it out with impunity would be too good a chance to miss. Oh God, if they have set their mind to it, I’m going to burn at the stake today. They may burn Ignitrix also, but she seems remarkably calm – God is this a set-up?” Mary’s heart beat faster again, and her cheeks flushed, not only at the dreaded thought, but the delicious anticipation.
“Zorf, you are going to be burned at the stake as a witch. There’s no point in arguing, no point in resisting.” Said Oberon sternly. With that, strong hands took hold of Mary’s arms and propelled her towards the stake. While two of the men quickly climbed the ladder and stood on the platform waiting for Mary, two others made sure that she reached the ladder and climbed up it. When she reached near the top of the ladder, the two men on the platform grabbed her arms and hauled her up the rest of the way. With her open jacket flapping about, they took it off her and threw it down onto the wood below. Turning Mary so that her back was against the stake, Mary felt for the first time a chain being pulled around her slim waist and passed behind the stake again. A few seconds later a chain was drawn around her again, this time pulled tightly directly under her breasts and passed behind her again. The man at the front paid particular attention to making sure the chain was placed exactly under her breasts, and lingered for a good length of time on running his hands slowly over her breasts to make sure they were perfectly placed. Mary just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of being caressed while chained. She always enjoyed that. With that chain secured against the back of the stake, a small chain was then secured around her neck so that she should not drop her head. With Mary chained to the stake from the waist upwards, work now began on chaining her legs to the stake. A strong chain was drawn around the top of her thighs, her skirt being raised at the front so that everybody could see her thighs chained without her dress impeding the view. In doing so, the hem of her skirt was now around the level of her waist. Again, the man chaining her thighs took his time in ensuring the chain was in exactly the right place at the top of her thighs, and used his fingers to gently rub Mary’s crotch through her pantyhose. He was skilled at finding her clitoris, and worked it gently for what appeared to be an age as Mary gasped and moaned at how expertly he stroked her. But maddeningly for Mary, he suddenly stopped and moved down to her feet. Finally, a small chain was brought under the instep of her high heeled shoes and then wrapped around her ankles before being taken behind the stake and secured there. Mary had always loved having her ankles bound, and having them chained to a stake while she was wearing her very high stiletto heeled shoes was taking her to new pre-orgasm heights of ecstasy. It was so wanton, so erotic, and reminded her of the many times when she had experienced an explosive orgasm when her ankles had been chained during sex and she had been thinking of flames licking over her ankles and up her legs. Now, chained helplessly to a stake, all her erotic impulses came surging forth, and she could do nothing about it, nor did she want to suppress those feelings. If she was going to burn, then she wanted her erotic feelings to surface to the maximum. With the chaining of Mary complete, one of the men removed some of the wooden slats from the platform. She was left standing on a small square of wood – what else was left of the platform would provide more than adequate space for the flames to reach her shoes and ankles easily to set her alight.
Snapping back to reality, Mary watched as the two men, their work completed, stepped down from the platform and took up position alongside the others. “Will they really do it?” she thought. Oberon stepped forward and addressed Mary: “Your go under the name of Zorf, a name that we know as being a code name for one of Satan’s disciples. As a disciple of Satan, you will be burned at the stake this day.” “No, no, this is as far as it goes!” Mary cried out, but no heed was paid to her plea. Instead, Oberon was handed a burning piece of wood. He turned to Ignitrix and handed her the burning brand, saying, “It is your wish and desire to burn a pretty girl at the stake. Take this and fulfil all your desires. Light the wood beneath her. Light her fire so that we may all watch her burn. But only light the fire in one place at the front. The fire must burn slowly for best effect.” Ignitrix took the flaming torch from Oberon without a word and turned to face Mary at the stake. As she did so, smoke drifted around Ignitrix’s face, but she was oblivious to it, fixing her gaze on Mary.
From atop the wood, standing on the small platform, Mary watched as Ignitrix advanced to the stake and then took Mary’s jacket that was lying on the wood and placed it at the base of the pyre at the centre. Then without ceremony she leant forward and placed the burning torch on Mary’s jacket. She made no effort to withdraw it, but simply watched as flames easily lit the jacket, and the flames then transferred to the wood in a matter of seconds. Satisfied that she had lit Mary’s fire, Ignitrix stepped back to join the men. Mary heard the first crackling of the flames in the wood, and soon smoke started drifting up around her in a most sensuous manner – almost caressing her curves before reaching her face and lingering there to drift through her hair.
The onlookers watched as the fire began to spread through the wood, not only upwards, but out to both sides as well. The tongues of flame grew larger and the warmth of the fire reached them all. Up above, Mary also felt the heat of the fire for the first time. A pleasant, embracing heat that Mary knew would soon intensify to the point where she would find it impossible to bear. For the first time she let out a gentle gasp, and then another, an indication to her that she was at the stage of being aroused by the helplessness of her situation.
Beneath her, things began to move at a faster pace. The fire had now taken a good hold on the wood, and what were once gentle flames were now becoming a menacing torrent of fire. Above the topmost flames, a shimmering heat haze could be seen, serving only to increase the dramatic effect of the unfolding scene. The heat was becoming intense for Mary, but just still bearable. She became aware that her shoes were very hot on her feet, but any attempt to move was thwarted by the chain firmly holding her shoes and ankles. The updraught of hot air was sufficient to lift the hem of her skirt, already quite high on her thighs, onto her hips, and the heat was doing wonders to the top of her thighs. Mary’s hips were gently thrusting forward rhythmically, and she could not stop herself had she even tried. As the fire reached the point of no return – no one could get close enough to stop it now – Ignitrix shouted out “Zorf, you look so beautiful about to burn. You don’t know how much this turns me on!”
For the first time, Mary cried out in anguish. The fire was moving in close now, and the heat had finally become unbearable. Unseen, beneath her, her shoes had begun to smoulder from the intense heat, and her pantyhose began to scorch on her feet and ankles. The wood, tapering in as it reached the platform, now had flames not only rising through it but also lashing outwards and upwards at speed. Mary had only seconds before the fire reached her. She knew that. She thrust her head back against the stake and closed her eyes, waiting for the moment they all wanted – yes even she wanted. She didn’t have long to wait.
One second the flames were licking around the platform, the next they were through the slats. Her hot, smouldering shoes accepted the first flames, the heels sending flames shooting up the back of her legs, the insteps and toes igniting with flames swirling around her chained feet and ankles. Mary involuntarily strained against her chains. A collective gasp came from the onlookers as Mary let out a loud “Oooohhhh!” as the fire set her alight. And she was instantly lit. No doubt now, Mary was burning alive at the stake, with flames curling and spiralling up her shapely legs intermingled with wisps of smoke. Her pantyhose sizzled and scorched and dissolved on her legs in the intense heat. Mary, ever before the onlookers, could smell the sweet tang of her body burning. The platform, or what remained of it, was a mass of flames, and Mary now understood that the very tight chains held her in place, not the platform. She wanted to be as brave as possible and not shout and scream as she burned. “Please, please, have mercy on me!” she cried out, to absolutely no effect. The assembled onlookers relished every second of seeing Mary burning at the stake, and they were all being turned on incredibly. Watching intently, Ignitrix drew the attention of the other onlookers with her very heavy breathing – she was absolutely ecstatic as seeing Mary burning alive.
