Burnt as the sun begins to set
(Part 2 of the tale ‘Exotic Burner’)
As the flames totally engulfed Clare, Louise was led away to another part of
the grounds. To her surprise, and horror, she was eventually taken to where
another stake had been erected. A small platform was in place about four feet
high, and there was more than enough wood to burn a slim petite girl like her.
Having just burned Clare alive at the stake, Louise realised her fate was
sealed. She was quickly and easily stripped of her mini skirt and her blouse,
to reveal a matching bra, knickers and suspender belt in a deep shade of
purple. The suspender belt held her tan coloured stockings perfectly in place.
“We’ll make things a bit more medieval for you” said one of the men, taking off
his top and putting on an executioner’s mask. To complete the scene, one of the
other girls put on a long skirt and headscarf that she had brought along.
“Another stiletto-heeled witch to burn. Can’t wait to see her stockings
sizzling in the heat and then flames licking all around those long shapely
legs.” observed one of the crowd, as he took in Louise’s shapely legs and her
shoes with very high, slim heels. She had worn them tonight as she loved being
shagged senseless in those six-inch heels, and she hadn’t been disappointed
earlier in the night. But she could never have imagined that she would also be
burned alive at the stake in them, that they would probably be the first part
of her to catch fire, and in turn set her alight. Almost in a daze, she was
propelled towards the stake and lifted up onto the platform. Once there she was
fastened to the stake with a heavy chain that criss-crossed her full,
curvaceous breasts, biting into her bra as it was tightened. Another chain
secured her ankles to the stake, and then logs of wood were piled up vertically
beneath her, high enough just to obscure her chained ankles and shoes. Her mini
skirt and blouse were placed in the kindling wood at the base of the stake.
Louise was ready for burning, and the moment had arrived for the fire to be lit
beneath her. Louise could hear in the distance the ravenous fire still
crackling loudly as it continued to consume all of the faggots and Clare’s
body, and she knew that she was going to suffer a similar fate.
Louise couldn’t bear to look as the executioner stepped forward with a burning
torch and simply held it in the wood piled beneath her. He made a point of
placing the flame on her blouse and skirt that had been placed in the wood, and
they of course caught fire instantly. Her head was thrust back and her eyes
closed as the kindling wood beneath the logs caught fire easily. “Oh no!” she
gasped as she heard the ominous crackling of flames burning wood. Within
seconds the executioner had lit the wood in several places, and when Louise
opened her eyes again she could see smoke drifting up around her. She saw a sea
of faces looking on in eager anticipation, willing the fire to rise, willing
the flames to burn her sweet young body slowly. They were not to be
disappointed. The warm, still, summer evening air provided the perfect
conditions for a fire, and soon flames were fastening onto the logs set in
place around her, and she could feel the distinctly pleasurable warmth of the
fire sweeping over her legs. However that did not last long. All too soon she
felt unbearable heat on her shoes, feet and ankles, and waves of heat almost
caressing her body as the flames fanned rapidly upwards in pursuit of her. The
only sound pounding in her head was the wood crackling ever louder as the fire
took a strong hold. A mix of emotions fought for her attention: sheer terror at
the thought of burning alive at the stake agonisingly slow; sexual arousal as
the warmth of the fire playing games with her fanny lips and clitoris coupled
with her tightly-chained bondage situation drove her to what would be a
surprisingly intense orgasm a few moments later, and finally a feeling of
resignation, to submit willingly to impending fate, given that she had always
fantasised about being the victim of witchseekers, the sweet innocent girl
bound tightly to a rough wooden stake with flames rising to lick every part of
her. That was why she so avidly volunteered to light the fire for Clare – she
wanted to have a real part in burning a pretty girl at the stake. Now 18
year-old Louise would experience the process to the full herself.
As the flames reached the top of the logs the crowd saw Louise strain against
the chains and cry out “Oh God!” They believed she was lamenting her inevitable
fate; in fact Louise had felt the flames curling over her shoes and ankles,
hidden by the wood, and at that instant had had her last, and most mind-blowing
orgasm ever. As it subsided, flames started to lap over the top of the logs.
Her stockings were already scorching and burning out of sight. Now they
smouldered on her legs with the heat, until flames leapt up from her shoes as
more flames from the outside of the logs licked all around her lower legs and
they ignited with ease. Louise was well alight, and the watching crowd cheered
as she began to burn. Through the smoke and heat haze she saw her fire
enveloping her legs, and her thoughts raced: “I’m younger than Joan, I’m
younger than Joan of Arc and I’m burning at the stake far better than she did.
Those bastards watching are getting off on seeing me chained and burning so
erotically. I bet their cocks are stiff and fanny’s are overflowing with
juices”. And it was most erotic to see the flames climb up her thighs slowly,
lick over her stocking tops and suspenders, and devour her hips and crotch.
Louise shook her head from side to side, crying out in anguish at the agony and
ecstasy she was experiencing, her blonde hair moving gently as she did so.
The fire was not yet at its peak as her bra began to scorch and her breasts
became the next focus of attention. Some of the crowd moved to the side to get
a better, side-on, view of the moment the flames reach her breasts. They were
justified in their judgement, as the fire raged on upwards over Louise and her
scorching bra caught fire with the sheer heat generated, ever before the flames
reached her breasts. Her bra burned briefly but fiercely. Then, for a few
seconds Louise’s naked breasts jutted out defiantly before flames swept over
them in a breathtaking scene that all appreciated. Almost in silhouette, flames
licked all around and over her breasts. The final act was Louise’s hair
singeing and the ends slowly catching fire, before hungry flames rose
triumphantly through it. Flames licking furiously over her shoulders provided
the final act, as Louise and her stake were totally taken by the flames.
“Wonderful, two in one night!” exclaimed one of the male onlookers, “can’t wait
for the next party”. “I won’t be at the next one” said one of the young females,
clinging to her man defensively as the crowd began to drift away…