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<\/a><\/p>\nHe grabbed her and started to pull her out of the cart. \u201cBut I\u2019m not a witch, I tell you! Those birds are afraid I\u2019ll corrupt their husbands!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAs I\u2019m sure you would,\u201d he replied with a smile.<\/p>\n
He stood her up on the cobblestone path and turned her around. He bent her over the back of the cart. Then he removed his tunic before opening his fly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she called out anxiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cTaking my pay from the condemned, you witch.\u201d Then she gasped as he thrust into her.<\/p>\n
She felt a warmth blossom within her as he thrust in and out. It was embarrassing being taken like this where anyone could ride by and see them. But perhaps she\u2019d best enjoy it, being as how it was liable to be the last time she ever felt a man\u2019s hard member deep inside her.<\/p>\n \u201cArrrrgh!\u201d he gasped as he thrust harder. \u201cYou are indeed a witch! You have vexed me with your bosoms and your womanhood!\u201d<\/p>\n She panted for breath as he thrust harder and faster. It felt wonderful\u2026 shamefully wonderful. She could feel it welling up inside her, that release she usually experienced whenever a man was thrusting into her being.<\/p>\n He roared his release a she felt the warmth of his seed inside her. She was almost there when he pulled out. She wanted to cry out, \u201cNO; NOT YET!\u201d But it was too late.<\/p>\n He pulled out and tucked his manhood back inside the flap to his trousers. Then he picked her up and carried her over to the side of the bridge. Dorothy gasped in alarm as his seed trickled out of her womanhood down her inner thighs.<\/p>\n He stood her on the edge of the bridge. She gasped as she balanced unsteadily, perched precariously as she faced him. She was still regretting not being allowed to enjoy that last release. But now she felt an even bigger one approaching.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, witch. This is where we part ways.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut I tell you I\u2019m not a witch!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat concern is it of mine? You\u2019ve been found guilty by the town council.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe town council is influenced by your ladyfolk! They are not men; they are boys ruled by their cocks!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is not my place to decide such matters. Now you must die, witch.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo! Please! You can have me every day if you would spare my life!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would if I was much bolder. But alas, I am not.\u201d Then he pushed her in her chest.<\/p>\n She screamed as she went over backward off the bridge. That is when she finally achieved that release she craved, although it came with no man\u2019s member inside her. He stepped forward to watch her descent.<\/p>\n She plummeted backward into the water below, hitting with a large splash. The pond was cold, causing her to gasp sharply. Dorothy reflexively inhaled water as she sank to the bottom.<\/p>\n She started thrashing about, painfully sucking water as she started to drown. She looked up to see Brutus looking down on her. Apparently he was watching to make sure the deed was done and that she did not slip her bonds and rise to the surface.<\/p>\n Dorothy glubbed bubbles as a pain blossomed in her chest. It was an agonizing ache, one that could not be diminished. She thrashed about as she settled upon the bottom of the pond, her nipples hard and her crotch spewing her arousal.<\/p>\n She shuddered hard before all movement ceased. She stared upward in shock, her mouth gaping open. A few stray bubbles escaped her flooded lungs to scurry to the surface.<\/p>\n Brutus looked down to see the witch was not moving. He could no longer see any bubbles coming up to the surface. Didn\u2019t that mean they were not a witch if they drowned? He decided it was none of his concern.<\/p>\n He walked back to his cart and climbed on. He slapped the horse\u2019s back with the reins, setting the beast to moving. But he could not help thinking about the witch at the bottom of the pond.<\/p>\n It was a damned shame. She had pleasured him well. It was too bad she had to be drowned like that\u2026<\/p>\n \u00a9 2017 (written for Dorothy Apr 16 \u201917 by riwa)<\/p>\n (Renders found by Dorothy and used for illustration purposes.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dorothy is accused of being a witch. So she is taken out of town and drowned by an executioner who first chooses to avail himself of her since she is naked and won’t live to tell of the experience. Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/riwaslibrary.com\/story\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/05\/DC-Witch-06.jpg\")
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