Witchcraft

She was out in the forest looking for plants and mushrooms when Jim came along. He was tall, strong and handsome, funny and friendly.

Hello! He said cheerfully.

Hello! She answered. She was happy to see him. She always was.

She was the most beautiful girl in the village. Jim had had his eyes on her for quite a while. She had the most beautiful smile. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. She always wore clothes that gave you a hint of the perfect curves underneath.

They sat down, talked for a while.

He was timid, and she liked it. She started stroking his cheek. His shoulder. Moved her fingers down to his belly. He turned over and kissed her. First a small kiss on the lips. Then more and more passionately. She moved her hand to his pants. Slipped it underneath, grabbed his cock. He moved his hands up under her skirt, touching her, playing with her. In the sunlight they were both moaning with pleasure.

Wait! She said. I heard something! She got up on her feet. Jim got up too.

There’s no one there, he said. He was horny now. He grabbed her body, turned her around. She let him lead, kissing him, stroking him. She held on to a tree, curved her back to make it easier for him, moaning as his big member entered her from behind. Her moans became screams as he fucked her harder and harder. He was rock hard, touching her inner depths in a way no one had ever done before.

Behind the bushes stood the priest jerking off. Watching Liza get down on her knees and swallow Jims cum he came as well. He felt ashamed and guilty. He was sure God would punish him.

Liza and Jim agreed to meet again. They kissed and each went to their own home. The priest stood there in the bushes feeling sorry for himself.

He went for days fantasizing about her. He saw her on the street every once in a while. She was driving him crazy. He ordered candles so she would come by the church. He asked her to arrange them for him, and she said gladly.

Walking around in the church hall putting up candles she watched the relics. She never really believed in religion. It just didn’t make sense. So much suffering and injustice in the world, and it seemed to her the men of God were more culpable than anyone else. Her herbs and natural medicines were far more effective than prayers. Mother nature had no need of a judging God. Humans would be better off in freedom. The belief of a almighty God seemed to make the world a worse place to live.

The priest was watching her. She moved around the hall in an incredible manner. The way her tits pressed against the fabric of her shirt. Her ass moving like it was begging him to take her. He tried to resist, he really did, but the urge got to big. He grabbed her, tried to kiss her. She rejected him.

But, Father, she said. What are you doing?

It’s God’s will, he panted, holding her fast. Let it happen!

Let me go! She said.

He got angry. Pushed her to the wall.

Shut up whore! He said. I’ve seen you! You like this! He had a crazy glow in his eyes. He ripped her dress. She screamed for help. Pushed him away and left running.

He was torn. He had broken his promise to God. It was her fault. He went out after her.

She’s a witch! He shouted as she fled down the road. Some peasants came out, stopped her. Detain her! She tried to bewitch me, a man of God!

She was taken prisoner. The farmers were confused. They thought really well about this girl, but if the priest said so, it had to be true.

They made a pile of wood. They tied her to a pole. She begged them to stop, begged them to listen, but the priest had their brains in his power. Marcus from the hills lit a torch.

Jim came running. What the hell are you doing? He asked desperately.

She’s a witch! Said John the horse driver. The priest said so!

Jim went between the peasants and the fire. He was big and strong, but the peasants were many. Their voices got louder.

Are you stupid? Said Jim. She’s no fucking witch, you crazy bastards! You known her all your life!

The peasants were having doubts. Maybe the priest was wrong?

Get out of the way, said the priest. She’s a witch! She will burn!

He took the torch out of Marcus’ hand, and walked over to the fireplace. Two men were holding Jim back. The grass between the logs lit. Jim screamed in despair. The flames reached her feet and legs. She started screaming. Horrible, heart crushing screams of pain and sadness. The priest was looking into the flames with a vicious smile on his face. She died slowly. The screams stopped and Jim was let go. He fell to his knees crying.

He never really believed in religion. It just didn’t make sense.

http://womenshistory.about.com/od/witcheseurope/a/Witch-Hunts-In-Europe-Timeline.htm

https://godsandradicals.org/2016/07/23/what-is-pagan-anarchism/

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