Katerina had learned in the first chapter that she was a witch. Her great-grandmother had begun training her. She was now ready to find out what being a witch really meant.
Katerina went to bed with the amulet around her neck. She did as her great-grandmother had told her to do.
I was right back at the witch trials that she had seen before. This time she was seen by the others there. She remembered what she had been told, not to stand out in any way.
She was standing outside the trial chambers as women were not allowed inside. They were considered subhuman.
There were many women and men outside. Torches lit the dusk sky as most men were constructing crosses where the witches who were on trial were to be burned at the stake.
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I was standing there taking in the unjust horrible display when another woman bumped into me. The woman said, “Pardon me.”
I looked at her and just smiled. I understood her German. I wondered if I spoke would I speak German, or would it come out in English?
I walked away from the crowd, put my hand over my mouth, and spoke a few words to see what language came out. I was relieved to hear German.
I walked back over to the woman and said, “I must apologize to you for my rudeness. I was just upset. My name is Katerina. A pleasure to meet you.”
She looked at me for a moment and said, "Nice to meet you, Katerina. My name is Gret. Your accent is different. Are you from around here?"
I said, “No. I come from a place very far from here.”
Gret asked, “Did you come here to watch the burning of women?”
I was thinking, how do I answer this question. I do not want to sound like I enjoy this. I also cannot tell her I am a witch. I finally said, “No. I just happened upon this place.”
Gret said, "I, for one, cannot stand here and watch them bring those two women out and watch them burn and scream in pain. I am going to leave now. Nice to meet you.”
I looked at her and told her, "I am with you. I will not watch either.”
We walked away from town, and Gret asked me, "Do you have a place to stay tonight?"
I told her, "No, I do not. I am just traveling through this town."
Gret said, “You can stay at my place if you like. It is just up the road. It is not much, but it is warm, and I have some food."
I looked at her and said, “Thank you. I would like that.”
We went to her place, and she threw a couple of logs on the fire. She went and grabbed her cast iron pot and put it on the grates of the fire.
She told me, "I have some soup in the pot, and the fire will heat it up. I have some bread. Although it is a bit stale, it will fill your belly."
I smiled and said, “Thank you for your hospitality. I am sure the food will be fine.”
We sat down at her table as the soup warmed. In the distance, we started hearing the screams of pain. We could see the glow of the fire as it lit up the town. We knew it was of those women who were now being burned at the stake.
Gret started crying. I went to her and held her. I told her, “I cannot understand why they do this to innocent women.”
She looked at me and was shaking and told me, "My sister is in jail right now, and her trial as a witch begins in two days. No one who has been put on trial has escaped the burning." I started crying as she told me.
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I woke from my dream state. I was in a sweat, and there was my great-grandmother looking at me. She said, "You are now learning the torture and persecution of witches. I know it is awful, but you must know this to understand what has happened in history. There is more to come.”
I looked at her and said, “The only thing I have learned is that men are pigs, and I would like to bar-b-que a few of them myself. Is there anything I can do to help these poor women?”
She looked at me and said, "Yes, there is you are a witch. This is not Bewitched and wiggling your nose will not work. You will not get a broom or a magic wand. The good news is you will not get a wart on your nose either. This is also not Harry Potter, and any of those fairy tales are just rubbish. What you do have is the power of your mind. You will see things others cannot see, like the aura of witches. You are young in your training, and most likely, you do not have that power yet."
I looked at her and asked, “This is all I get? Is the power of seeing other witches?”
She reached into her purse and pulled out an ancient-looking book. She said, "This is the book of witches. Guard it carefully. Only witches should ever see this. I want you to read this before you wear your amulet to bed again.”
I spent three days reading the book. It had some interesting things that witches can do. I am not sure I understood any of it. The one thing I was sure of was that knowing who was a witch would help me. I did feel better prepared to go back into my dreams now.
I was beginning to feel bad about William. I had not spent much time with him and decided to make tonight a date night.
We went out to our favorite pizza restaurant, and afterward, we went to his place. His parents had a party to go to so we try and take advantage of times we can be alone. It seemed like an eternity since we had made love. My nightly dream world and my daytime world had taken all the time I had.
We had just finished up the pizza, and I looked over at William and said, "The sausage and pepperoni pizza were great, but what I would really like is a taste of your sausage."
He grinned at me and stood up and unzipped his pants, and said, "Help yourself."
I started licking the tip on his cock and then took his entire cock in my mouth. He loved when I ran my tongue up and down his shaft as I sucked on him. He watched me as I gave him a blowjob.
He pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let us go to my room. I want to feel my cock in your pussy.”
He laid back in his bed and said, “Katerina, would you please do a striptease for me?"
I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him, and told him, "So you want me to be a stripper for you, do you now?"
I made my best impression of a stripper as I could. Removing my blouse and jeans. I danced around the bed, teasing him, pulling my panties up and down. I removed my bra and put it on his head, and finally danced naked in front of him. I never had done this before and found it to be a bit of a turn-on.
I asked him, “I am all naked now. What would you like to do?”
He did not say a word. He gently grabbed me and had me lay in the bed. He drove his cock into my waiting pussy. His gliding in and out of me felt like heaven. I needed him in me. He did not last long, filling me with his cum after just a few minutes. I thought my striptease was too effective.
He took me home as it was getting late, and his parents would be home anytime. I walked in the door, and my mom and great-grandmother were watching TV.
My mom asked, "How were your date and pizza?"
I told her, “The pizza was great, and our date was wonderful. I really got filled up. I am going up to my room and do some reading now.”
My mom said, "Okay, dear."
My great grandmother looked at me and winked, "Pleasant dreams, child."
I went to my bedroom, and I put on the amulet and fell back into my dream state within a few minutes. I was right back at Gret's house, and I was still holding her as the screams of pain filled the night air.
What was becoming clear to me was that no matter when I woke or went to bed, I would be hurled right back to the last place I was at in my dream. This time was different. I pulled back from Gret and suddenly saw her aura. She was a witch. I wondered if she knew it. If she did not know, how could I tell her that she was? If I told her how I knew, I would expose myself and my identity as a witch.
I asked Gret, “Is there any way that you can think of that we can help your sister escape her fate?”
She said, “I know of no way unless you know of a wizard or a witch.”
I then realized another power of being a witch. I knew exactly what she would say. It was like I could read her mind. I also knew she had no idea that she was a witch or that I was.
I comforted her the rest of the night as we fell asleep.
We woke the next morning, and the smell of the fires from the night filled the morning air. It was a horrid smell. I knew I had to do something to help her sister.
Gret went to her fireplace and put a log on it. She said, “The smell of my fire will help with the stink in the air. It will also allow me to heat up some food. I do not have much to offer you in the way of food. I still have some leftover bread and more soup from last night.”
I nodded my head in approval. I then asked Gret, “Are you allowed to visit your sister?”
She looked at me and said, "Yes, I am, but I do not know if I can take the pain of seeing her knowing of her fate. I just want to get out of this town with my sister and leave this place forever.”
I told her, “I know this is your decision, but I would like to meet her, and I think she would like a visit from you.”
She looked at me with a tear in her eye and replied, “I think you might be right.”
I really wanted to see if there was any way we might be able to help her sister escape the jail. We decided to go right after our breakfast.
We arrived at the jail and were greeted by an ogre of a man. He had scars everywhere across his body and was the most horrid-looking creature I had ever seen. He had a Bec de corbin or club, as I knew it, by in his hand.
He looked at us and snarled, “What brings you here?”
Gret told him, “I would like to see my sister Clara.”
He looked at both of us and asked, “Are you witches too?”
Gret shook her head no.
I then realized I could see his thoughts in my head. He was thinking he wanted to fuck both of us. He had the most disgusting thoughts of how he wanted to beat us then cum on our faces then in our pussies. He would then lock us up to be his sex slaves forever or until we lost our youth and beauty.
I whispered into Gret’s ear, “I have a way out of here for your sister, and us. Just go along with me.”
She looked at me in puzzlement and nodded her head yes.
He took us down to her cell and let us talk through the bars to her. Gret looked at her sister with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Clara, I am so glad to see you."
Clara said, "Gret, thank you for coming here. I have missed you so much."
Gret looked at me and said to Clara, “This is my friend Katerina.”
I looked at Clara and smiled, and then I saw she had the aura of a witch. I asked the guard, “May we go into the cell and see her?”
He screamed at me, "No, you cannot. I am the only one allowed to open these doors and go inside the cells." He then showed us his keys and said, “The only way you are getting in there is with my keys.”
I walked towards him and said, “Even if I wanted to be in a cell with you alone?”
He looked at me with a grotesque smile and told me, "Well, now that is different. Come with me.”
He grabbed my hand, unlocked the cell next to Clara's, and said, "Get in there wench and take off your clothes."