Talk:Witch/@comment-27550231-20160313073344/@comment-27069434-20160409091122

NC-17 (SUGGESTIVE CONTENTS AHEAD)

To BTR180:  "Do I really have to show you how to properly 'roast a witch on a stake'? Seriously?! (Sigh) Fine, but only once.". I eye the petite frame of the one accused of being a witch, she looking back at me with a shade of worry and interest in her gaze. "Unlock your shed, -I undo my zip fastener, -bring out the wood and shove it up the natural opening of the one getting 'roasted', like this!" The demonstration of a proper 'impaling' extracts an excited gasp from the girl, her breath becoming raspy and ueven."And how are you gonna set her to fire?..", a voice comes from the crowd of onlookers. "Well, since friction produces heat, the should catch fire if I rub the wood intensely enough. Um, though I'll need some help form you too, Ms. Witch!" She's more than happy to oblige, and the two of us begin pushing the 'wood' back and forth as fast and hard as we can.

A few hours later we're still working our asses (well, her ass, mostly) off to seemingly no judical avail."Are you going to burst in flames now, Witch?", I enthusiastically bark the question at the girl,thrilled by the process. "Oh, yes, Mr. Executioner, I'm so-o on fire right now!", the Witch screams gleefully in extasy, our moist bodies colliding rhythmically. "Any moment now!", I yell to the crowd. "I doubt this is gonna work. I'm starting to dount she was a Witch in the first place.", mutters a sceptical voice in the crowd. "Nah, she's really 700 years old, I found her passport.", someone else raplies.Dozens of eyes stare at the youthful frame in disbelief one could preserve herself so well.