From the Witchfinder's Files, Tale I: Snake in Chains

[Knightmare27]

"My dear, never have I been happier that monks' robes have a large cowl. You are right, though. We should try our first venture to the outside in the dark. The full moon will be light enough for us, and I do know some places in the forests where we will not be disturbed for hours. I will bring what is left of your clothes - the guards took some of it, I think - to your room now, and then I will have to work. I will then see you again in the evening."

He went to the storage room and retrieved the pile of clothes that had belonged to her. Setting it down carefully next to the woman, he gave her a long kiss on the mouth, then rose and turned to go. "My duty calls me... but I will be back tonight, and we will share our secret with the moon. I am so glad you came here, little snake...however unfortunate the circumstances..."

Another kiss, this one more intense than the last. Much more intense. He was to spend the entire day without her, doing things which he inexplicably enjoyed but which horrified most other people. Things that pained his new lover to even watch. She would have to stay here, and he would be back in the evening, with blood on his hands, but love in his heart. What a strange mixture... and to sustain him, he wanted to take as much of her love with him as possible, almost sucking it in with his lips as he concentrated on the feeling of her mouth against his.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss browsed through the pile of what was left of her luggage. Someone had stolen the bag, but luckily emptied it before, so that most of her clothing was left. Certainly the wenches of the guards wouldn't have worn her clothes, as they were used to their ugly farmers rag, but probably didn't even know what underwear was. Even her shoes and boots were left. So she put on some black lace lingerie for a start, including stockings. Next she choose a long dress of green velvet. It was elegant, but one of the more decent dresses, nothing to fancy. It didn't show her cleavage as some other dresses and wasn't kinky or to showy, but prettey and still it left no doubt about her female qualities below. And, lucky day, her makeup was still there. She had so much routine of putting it on that it took her practically no time, even without proper light. It was insane doing makeup in a dungeon, but it gave her a little feeling of normality back, as it was the first thing after washing and dressing she used to to every day. She looked so different now... it gave her back some of her self-confidence she had been so proud of. Even a few dashes of perfume, but not to much, as she didn't want to raise any suspicion.

 

[Knightmare27]

When he came back, she was a totally different woman. A woman he had only seen for a short time, just before her defiance had landed her in the torture chamber. She was shining like a star in this dark little dungeon, and his welcome hug and kiss was almost childishly excited, as much from surprise as from sheer happiness to be back with her.

"You look enchanting, my dear. Too bad we have to cover it up for now with this large, ugly robe.... the guards think I am going on a special mission, accompanied by a novice - that will be your role. The night is warm, and the moon is full, so luckily, I will have a good chance to enjoy your beauty to its full extent..."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss took a soft scarf from the clothpile and bound her snakes carefully back; they still moved and wiggled, but she hoped the would not crawl out. Putting the robe over her dress wasn't a problem at all, as it was much to large. So at least it had a huge cowl, and she pulled it forward as much as possible.
"Does it work?" she asked anxiously.

 

[Knightmare27]

He walked around her, appraising the effectiveness of the disguise. "No one will suspect a thing", he eventually said. He opened the door, took her by the hand and led her out - it pained him that he had to let go of her hand here, in order to keep up the deception. He would have loved to hold her all the way to that clearing in the forest. But...out here, they were monk and novice, of course. For the first time since her capture, they were out here as free people, enjoying each other's company. He climbed the stairs with great haste and made his way to the city gate as quickly as his lover's weakened state would allow. It was indeed a warm, moonlit night, and he wanted nothing more than...sing. He did not, of course. Love might make people into fools, but he was still not fool enough to call that much attention to them. In dread silence, they crept forward out of the gate (the night guard merely opened the side door with a sleepy nod), and they were out of the city, on the road that led to the hills. Only a short climb now, and the "novice" would turn back into the woman he loved.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss heart bounced as she heard that door open. She kept her head low and her hands inside the large sleeves, nobody seemed to suspect a thing. As she saw the stars again over her, she feeled her magic powers flowing back into her. She had her powers again; she could have healed all injuries at the spot, and.... This was her chance. She could turn him to stone before he would even notice what did happen to him, and even without thtat, she could have killed him instantly with her snakes anyway. And it was night, and outside the village, she could get away without being seen, and she even had a large cloak to conceal her features. But she didn't do it. Why? Did she really want to go back into the dungeon, to be locked off again? Maybe it was reason. She had no money and no food with her; and sooner or later someone would notice that the novice in the too large robe had female hands or a female voice, and she would be lost. If she was really surrounded by these christian lunatics that were even worse then common peasants, she stood no chance whatever to get out of here. No, he ronly chance was to find a protector who would bring her out of here in a carriage. Who would this be? There was only one person she had contact to. Could she transform him that much? She had to, and if it took... years.
As nobody was close around, she pulled down the cowl and took of the band, so that her snakes wiggled out free again.

 

[Knightmare27]

As he saw the woman next to him free her snakes, his first instinct was to hastily tell her to cover up again. He did not. He was longing to see that face, and for her to be able to be herself again - not a disguised, sneaking thief, but the proud, confident woman he had come to love. Even in the pale, blue moonlight, her face still had something incredibly enticing. All the details - even the eyes and the wriggling snakes - only made her seem exotic, not like a monster or a demon.

Eventually, they reached the clearing he knew from his hunting trips. Situated on a hill, it made a dent in the surrounding forest, so that three sides were lined by tall, dark trees while one side was open and overlooked a small creek at the foot of the hill. Here, he stopped and sat down on a patch of moss, looking at his companion with a mixture of elation and longing - he could barely wait for her to cast off that unshapely robe, to become the elegant, tempting lover he had seen in her cell. Then, they could be themselves. Finally.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss had learned long ago to read the bodylanguage and looks of the humans around her, and she knew how to respond. She did not take off the robe right now, only opened it, and moved it a bit down her shoulders as she inspected the place; after all it was the first time she was outside and could move ariound, and a bit teasing would not harm him. Some moments later she simplyy slid out of the robe in one liquid movement, and it dropped empty to the ground, while she stood a yard beside it. It was one of the tricks she learned and perfected to impress spectators, mostly at decadent parties in rich houses. Then she sat down, beside him, but still some room between them.

 

[Knightmare27]

What was he doing? She could turn him to stone and escape. Absolutely nothing kept her from just doing that. In fact, he was starting to wonder why she had not done so already. It had to be love - it certainly was on his part. He knew full well that, any time she wanted to get away, he would make an ugly statue and nothing more. And here they were - he surprisingly still made of flesh, and she was showing all signs of returning his feelings. His heart pounded as he made a small move towards her and put his arm around her shoulder. Then he just sat there, looking at the moon and getting to grips with what had just happened. She had every opportunity to run away, and yet she stayed with him. Now she was truly free - choosing of her own free will to stay with him. And he had chosen to give her every opportunity to use her powers to escape. It was real! It was real!

He had a rather stupid, bewildered smile as he turned towards her for a kiss, at the same time pulling her closer with his arm.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss felt rather stupid as well, not taking her chance, but where should she have gone at this place? He pulled her closer, and she followed, lloinh him to kiss her. Being dressed like a womn again, made it feel better, and she wasn't ashamed to give in into the kissing.

 

[Knightmare27]

They spent quite some time with their lips locked. It was not their first kiss, but it was the first time they kissed as truly free people. After some time, his hand, still around her shoulders, started to brush across her bare neck; eventually, he grew bolder and inserted it below the cloth, so that it now rested between her dress and her heaving breasts. He had seen her much more naked and vulnerable, of course, but this still felt new somehow. She was allowing it now, not just passively tolerating it because she was afraid for her life. The prisoner and the woman who was sitting next to him now had so little to do with each other that it felt to him like they were young lovers. And yet, they were not that young - and should not, by any right, be lovers.

The kiss over, he laid back and gently guided Phyliss to the ground next to him.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss felt his hand touching the lace of her bra, but he pulled his hand back to find a new position. She followed him, curious about his next aproach, but willing to play along.

 

[Knightmare27]

They laid on their backs side by side for a long time, watching the stars, before he made his next move. His left hand petting her snakes, his right hand snuck in between her dress and her top, feeling the flat, warm stomach there. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed up the top until it was nearly at the bottom of her breasts, and her entire stomach was bare, shining blue in the moonlight.

 

[Belinda35]

He had pushed her dress down to her waist, revealing the black lace top she wore below. His hand crept in, and some moments later, he had pushed it upwards, just an inch or less below her breasts, her lace bra below still covered. She sighted, but not displeased or bored at all. The scene was so romantic, even under the uneasy circumstances. He snakes curled gently around her shoulders, and she had her eyes closed, but smiled softly.

 

[Knightmare27]

Her lips curved up in an endearing, calm smile, just tempting him to give her another kiss - very softly, as if not to wake her up from the dream. Just as softly, he undid the rest of her clothing. With her upper body now naked, he laid down on top of her and put his arms around her back, pulling her closer. He took off his upper clothing so that they could be even closer, and pressed her against him. With every breath of hers, he could feel her stomach move up and down, and he tried to breathe in the same rhythm, so that his movements followed hers. He wanted them to become one in breath, in spirit, long before they would become one in flesh. They were as close as possible now, bodies tightly together, lips locked, and their arms around each other's backs. One being, with two hearts, which hammered out the same fast beat.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss didn't open her eyes and didn't move much as he shoved her vest upwards, but she lifted her head enough so that he could pull it off over her snakes, what wasn't that easy for someone who had no practise in that. She put her head down and lifted her upper body, as he started to fondle her bra, and he even managed to unhoook it on her back and pulled it off. She had been curious to see his face, but she prefered to keep her eyes closed to be surprised by his next actions. Her dress was down to her waist, still covering her panties, stockings and boots and she though he would go on stripping her, but then she felt his weight on her, pressing her down into the soft ground, her soft skin feeling the stingin of little twigs and plants, and her breast squeezed together by his chest. She moaned, as this felt exciting, wondering if he could feel her nipples on his bare skin.

 

[Knightmare27]

Still embracing her as tightly as he could, he started removing the rest of her clothing. It took a long time, as he constantly interrupted it with kisses, caressing and even the occasional playful nibble at her ears or nipples. Eventually though, they were both completely naked, and he could feel wet curly hair pressing against his penis. With one powerful thrust, he slid it into her, completing their union. Before he continued, he just stayed in that position again, pausing to take in the feeling of wet warmth which now embraced his penis, and the pulsing he noticed around it. Then, finally, he began with more long, drawn-out movements, savouring every inch of her as it tightened around him.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss squeaked as he drove into her, and each time he penetrated her in a long, powerful stroke, driving her nude skin into the forest floor, she squeaked again. She did not have to fake, as she was aroused and offered no resistance at all.

 

[Knightmare27]

As he moved up and down on the moaning gorgon, he felt so happy he had to kiss her again and again: On the lips, the neck, the forehead. This felt so good, he eventually forgot everything around him: The warm night air, the moonlit forest clearing, the sounds of thousands of woodland creatures all faded as he turned all of his senses towards Phyliss, towards her soft skin, her excited, but calm expression, her faster breathing. He kept up his movements, and hoped to stretch this moment out as long as possible.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss squeaked and squealed in excitement, she didn't even think about any people that would come along here. This would have been quite a spectacle, her ecstatic squealing and squeaking; and a nude gorgon, getting it by the inquisitor! She had no reason to worry, as it was dark, remote and she had her full powers back.

 

[Knightmare27]

They were indeed very loud, and with the tiny bit of his mind that was not focused on the woman in his arms, he listened to the mighty concert of lustful moaning and occasional squeals they made. Neither of them were particularly quiet, and it felt like they could finally be free, and express their feelings. They were far away from any disapproving eyes, and he took that as permission to be as noisy as he wanted. His cries of arousal almost became joyous screams as he continued moving on top of her.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss had been close to coming for quite a while, as anyone would have seen by the frantic movements of her snakes and her almost constant squealing, but now she could not hold back longer. She made an staccato of shrieks and squeaks, and was flowing. She pushed her hips upwards, even as his weight drove her into the ground, eager for his seemen.

 

[Knightmare27]

He felt her rise towards him, her hips pushing into him, bony, hot and quivering. She tensed so much she actually lifted him a bit, only to fall back again after her climax, followed by him. He remained on top of her, felt her wet skin against his, her muscles play underneath, her short, excited breaths on his cheek. He kissed Phyliss and whispered: "I love you", then pulled out and kissed the place which had just given him so much joy. It felt coarse and moist under his lips, and he could taste her juices, mixed with his own. He sat up and took her into his lap, putting his arms around her stomach, and started playfully nibbling at her ear, mixed with the occasional kiss on the back of her neck.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss even giggled at his treatment while she rested in his arms, on his lap. Her snakes waved slow and gently around his head, all releaxed. Maybe there was a little hope of light in this insane story. Was this really the same mane that put her thumbs into that cruel machine?

 

[Knightmare27]

He could have sat there forever, holding the gorgon in his arms... but the night air was starting to get chilly. With no great haste, he pulled their clothes closer and started to help Phyliss into them. Suddenly, he was hit by an impulse to giggle; a very rare occurence for him. If he laughed, it was normally the terrifying and haughty laughter of a torturer gloating over his victims' misfortune. This was not. It was a reaction to how strange it all was - here he was, hiding out from the townsfolk in the middle of a forest, holding a woman who looked like a demon but loved like an angel, and whom he had nearly killed - repeatedly- just days ago. The excitement of his little adventure and the absurdity of it all had overcome him.