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ISABELLA VALENTINE
Sentenced for public indecency, assault, murder and witchcraft.The moment they mentioned "witchcraft," Ivy knew this trial was hopeless. She did not grant her captors the satisfaction of hearing her plead, neither innocent nor guilty. She'd stood through her trial with a haughty smile on her face and didn't even react when the

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[soulvalentine]

Ivy looked over the young man who was to be her punisher, a snide smile on her face. A werewolf, supposedly? My, did this village have its share of secrets to hide.

"So they send a boy to do the job of a man?" she teased. "What a quaint little village!"

[soulvalentine]

"Old woman! A fine thing to call me!" she snapped, and would have glared at him if she could have moved enough to look at him.

"And you are meant to punish me, are you?"

[magicperversion]

Ivy's "executioner" was quick to step up onto the wooden platform, cloak billowing around him as he approached her with a wide smirk. The masked man had greased a few palms and called in a favor or two to be given this privilege. In truth, he was secretly a magic user himself, a revelation which would have shocked the little town. He was hardly the type to fear a "witch" such as her. No, he merely wanted the opportunity to "punish" Ivy's amazing body.

The masked man stood behind Ivy's nude, bound form, bent at the waist, breasts hanging, ankles chained and legs spread wide. What a tantalizing sight she was. The only question was where to begin. He reached out to stroke her ass, callused fingers roughly kneading her flesh. "Are you ready to witness this witch's punishment?" he called out to the crowd. Their raucous cry made the answer clear.

[soulvalentine]

"Oh, dear. They spared no expense on theatrics, did they?" she said snidely, wincing as his fingers dug into her skin. It drove a shiver all the way up her spine and she glared over her shoulder at him.

"I fear you not, Sir Punisher!"

[magicperversion]

The masked man chuckled, rolling his eyes behind the mask. "I must put on a show for these fearful little things," he told Ivy, quietly enough that it reached only her. The point of this whole show- besides the voyeurism, of course- was to show the peasants that they were protected from the evils of magic. The mage knew just how accurate that was, of course.

Whatever the reason, Ivy was his to do with as he pleased, and he was ready to indulge. He began by lifting his hands from her ass.... and then bringing one down in a sharp slap that reddened her skin. As the crowd roared, he continued to spank the woman, spacing out the slaps so that no portion of her lovely ass was left untouched.

[soulvalentine]

She held in a yelp at the hand's sharp smack on her ass, sending a warm wave of pain all through her. Her knees buckled as he spanked her again, hard and stinging, each crack making the crowd cheer louder.

Soon she was gritting her teeth, determined not to yell out or give him any satisfaction in this.

[soulvalentine]

Ivy glared at the other woman, though there was still a proud smile on her face.

"I ill need your help, woman," she said arrogantly, rolling her eyes. "I'm not afraid of your petty punishment."