Examination for the mark is one of the basic requirements before any accused witch is forced to recant, or when unwilling, purified by torture or fire. Such examination took place in Hamlen. There were three accused witches, who were brought to the town hall. Standing in the center of the hall, the local magistrate demanded that they be examined for the mark of the devil. I assisted, as I am well versed in the examination process.
The youngest of the girls (named Isabel) was brought forward, and her bodice torn from her body, revealing perfect, young breasts and smooth white skin. Her hair was long and fiery red, unusually so, and looked exotic. This placed her under greater suspicion than the others. We proceeded with our examination, looking for the defect or branding of evil that would appear on her flesh. A testing fork was produced, a sharp instrument that could be thrust into the flesh to determine if there was numbness.
I found a slight discoloring under her left breast, and slid the fork under the rounded softness, pressing up hard. The fork sunk into the base of her breast and the witch screamed. Blood tricked down her stomach when I removed the tines from that breast. Repeating the action on the other breast produced the same reaction. She could have been faking, but the look of agony on the girl’s face seemed genuine.
Isabel’s remarkably fair skin contained no other visible marks, and so we removed her skirt and underclothes, revealing the beautiful slight body of a girl, thin and yet with the gentle curves that marked her maturity. Examination of every crook and fold of flesh continued, and the girl began to sob as our hands invaded her most private areas. Two men held her legs apart, and another two held her arms, exposing her so that we could gain access without restriction.
At last we found the hidden mark, or so I believed. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, there was a distinct discoloring between them. Pressing the sharp fork against the darker flesh produced only a small reaction from the sobbing girl, who had been crying out for mercy and protesting her innocence.
Based on this evidence, it was determined that Isabel, along with the other two witches, would be put to the final test of water.
The next morning we gathered by the riverside, where a small dock extended out into the gently flowing greenish water. The three women stood, clearly frightened, chained together. A crowd from the town had gathered to watch the trial. Nearly everyone was present. A few people stood on in horror, and were easily identified as supporters of the witches. I remembered their faces carefully, so that they should be examined later. The remaining people were interested, even excited about the process which was to be used.
At my signal, all three women were pulled forward to the dock. Their clothes were torn from their bodies, leaving them exposed. Two of the women shivered and tried to cover themselves. The remaining one, Isabel, stood defiant and unwilling to face the reality of her position. All three of the women were young, and the crowd murmured in appreciation. One of the women cast a spell, as I felt arousal and the seductive power of the witch in my loins.
I personally took Isabel and forced her to sit on the dock, and then quickly tied her hands to her feet, crossing them so that the right hand was affixed to the left foot, and vice-versa. In this way she was tied with her knees up pressing into her chest, and her body curled somewhat into the shape of a ball. The other two women were tied in a similar manner.
The process of tying was slow, and for nearly half an hour the naked women sat on the dock while the townsfolk observed, and made taunting remarks and rude noises. It was humiliating for them, which was the intent of the crowd. One woman cried quietly, Isabel sat calmly with her head down between her knees. The third woman fainted briefly and fell over on her side, exposing her private areas for all to see. This caused a stir in the crown, and some men tried to move forward for a better look, but were held back by the guards.
The hot sun was increasing, the slow moving water seemed to anticipate and wait for the immersion of the women. It was time. The girl who had fainted was now conscious and was picked up by myself and a guard. My hand slipped under her thigh and into her quim, a most delightful sensation. We hauled her to the side of the dock, and struggles began. She screamed hysterically, panicking and struggling mindlessly. One of the other women cried and plead for mercy as we swung the tightly bound woman back and forth, and then released her. She flew over the water and landed with a huge splash.
The woman’s body sunk below the surface of the roiling water. Bubbles arose as the surface calmed. The crowd cheered at first, but quickly became silent as we waiting for the results of the trial. The only thing heard was the sobbing of one of the two remaining women. After a few moments, a white body was seen just below the surface of the water. As it surfaced, we saw it was the woman’s backside, which lifted above the water and then rolled slightly so that the woman’s back was exposed. The woman’s long hair floated around her head, and some weak struggling was seen. The body shuddered and moved slightly, as she tried to breathe.
After a minute the body grew still. It had floated about 10 yards downriver; as it came closer to the side of the river, several guards fished her out and dragged her motionless form onto the bank. We gathered around her body, and saw immediately the blank stare and motionless chest which indicated she had not survived the trial by water. Everyone present crossed themselves, as this unfortunate woman had just been found not guilty of being a witch. We hoped for her better afterlife.
Returning to the pier, we selected one of the remaining women for the next trial. I selected the woman who had been crying earlier, saving Isabel for the last. Isabel was most beautiful, someone that I admit, I had trouble disposing of so quickly. I wanted to continue my gaze on her beauty for just a while more.
The other woman screamed and writhed as we dragged her to the edge of the dock. I could smell and see that she had lost control of her body from fear as we dragged her. Once again we lifted, my fingers discreetly exploring her privates, and then swung her back and forth, ending with a sudden fling which caused her to fly several feet into the center of the river, and then plunge below.
She resurfaced almost immediately. Her legs and arms, tied together rose first, and then her backside, exposing her womanhood to view once again. Her flesh shown shiny as it was displayed by the bright and hot sun. We waited, breathlessly anticipating the results of the trial. The woman’s head and face tipped up and rose above the water’s surface. With a huge rasping gasp, the woman breathed in before her body rolled over and her face was covered by water once again.
Her struggles were vigorous. Just when we thought her convulsive movements were diminishing and that she would succumb, some twitch would allow her face to be exposed for a moment and she would cough out water and gulp in air. This went on for several minutes, and several yards down river. Finally, the woman bumped into a sand bar and she lay motionless, her face barely above water, rasping from lungs half filled with water.
We gathered around. She was alive, and clearly guilty of being a witch. She was dragged out, her limp but breathing form untied and then placed in heavy chains.
It was time for Isabel. She was still silent, but wore a pleading look on her face as she observed us approaching. Her defiance had left, though she was still trying to be strong. Perhaps as the youngest of the three, she had never seen what happens to witches, and was horrified at this aspect of the search for the guilty.
Leaning down, I caressed her naked breasts for a moment before lifting her chin to make her look at me. I spoke to her in the soft but commanding manner of judge, and encouraged her to confess. If she were to confess, it would go much easier on her, but she was defiant. With a slow but deliberate motion, she shook her head, refusing to cooperate.
I had wanted to save her. If I could have saved her I would have. Her lovely, youthful face, perfect muscular body, shiny dark hair should not be discarded like this. It was a sin in itself to die as she was choosing to die. I could have given her a good, although rather short, life if she were to have confessed.
Instead, we lifted her and carried her to the edge of the dock. Just as we began swinging her back and forth, she lost control and began to wriggle and scream. It lasted but a moment, for this was just as we released her and she sailed across the water and then plunged beneath.
She rose immediately, spreading her arms and legs as far apart as possible. This kept her head facing up, and she gasped for air as the ripples of water on the surface splashed over her lovely face. At times drowning as she inhaled the water that covered her face, she always seemed to recover, expel the liquid from her lungs in many coughs and breathe for a moment before going below again. In this manner she continued for 20 or 30 yards down the river. We followed, keeping townspeople back, and watching carefully. Her strength was failing, it was clear, but she continued to fight. It began to appear that in spite of her valiant struggles, that she would succumb and die from weakness.
It was not to be. Just as it appeared she had no strength left, she reached a point in the river where a stream joined, and the water flowing from the quick stream pushed her body to the side of the river. She bumped against the rocky shore and came to a rest with her head above water, coughing and convulsing, and finally breathing.
We gathered around her. Even with her body shiny with water and convulsing with the need for air to breathe, she seemed to me to be the most lovely young girl I have ever seen. At this point I realized this girl had bewitched me from the very beginning with her sexual attraction, attempting to misdirect and manipulate my mind. Only through my own mental strength had I been able to carry out my duties.
That evening the two women that had failed the test were burned at the stake. The screams of Isabel as she slowly roasted and then turned black disturbed me. Both because I felt the lingering affect of her spell, and because she truly was a beautiful woman. It was sad, and a waste, that she had chosen this path for her life and death.