Spells Being Castby Anne Tyson
Our foreplay, at times, is creatively rich...
Today, you're the judge while I'm tried as a witch.
It's 1502, and I'm one of your peasants.
I'm down on my knees as I bow in your presence.
My fate is your choosing, since you are the squire,
And I'll be subjected to what you require.
I must admit your authority's daunting,
Since you have the power to do what you're wanting.
I fear the decision you're going to make...
If you claim I'm guilty, I'll burn at the stake.
It's very suspicious, the way you've conducted
The program of choosing the girls you've abducted.
None of the women you kidnap are old.
They're all young and pretty (from what I've been told).
Since I'm a woman you want to hold captive,
I'm flattered, I guess, that you find me attractive.
As I'm untied, I admit it's a shock
As you're telling me I must take off my frock.
I'm pleading with you as I try to delay,
But you are insisting that I will obey...
“Take off thy clothing, and if ye resist me,
Then two of my guardsmen shall surely assist thee.”
I'm feeling embarrassed like never before,
As slowly, I'm dropping my frock to the floor.
I don't feel ashamed of the way that I look.
I'm simply surprised by the license you took.
Consider what I have been told to expose...
I've never been ordered to take off my clothes!
And then comes another of many demands...
“Ye shalt not conceal thy breasts with thy hands.”
I drop my hands slowly, as you touch my hip,
And ask where Ive gotten these marks from a whip.
“The jailer”, I answer, “doth spare not the flogger,
Especially at times when he's drunken with lager.
He chains me to hooks on the walls of my cell,
Then stripping me naked, he flogs me, as well.”
“He treats me as though I'm his sexual toy,
As though I am his to abuse and enjoy.”
At this, you're enraged and you shout to the guards...
“Bring me the jailer, at once, from his yards!”
You tell me the jailer possesses no right
To torture my soul for his private delight.
“This man shall be punished”, you firmly declare,
“For all the misdeeds he has done to you there.”
“Your mercy”, I say, “is unmatched among men”.
I rest in that thought 'til you're speaking again...
You say when I'm tortured and brought to derision,
That it shall be you who will make that decision!
“Now then”, you say, “it is time to begin,
And we shall determine the depth of thy sin.
Thy guilt or lack of it, I'll shortly decide,
And I'll make the judgment by which you'll abide.”
“Ye shalt be tied to this large, oaken rafter,
And if thou hast sinned, I shall prove it hereafter.”
I can't describe the despair that I'm feeling
As I am secured to a hook in the ceiling.
You tell me that you'll be conducting some tests,
To see if I cry while you tend to my breasts.
You say if I'm quiet while clamps are applied,
I'll regain the freedom awaiting outside.
“You could be freed in an hour or less,
But if ye cry out, it will be to confess!”
Now, I am fearing, behind this closed door
That you're not as decent as I'd thought before.
The clamps that you'll use in the course of this session
Could very well force me to make a confession.
It seems the intent of this game you've begun
Is that I'll confess things that I haven't done!
“Thou shalt be freed, or if guilty instead,
Thou shalt burn at the stake, Miss, until thou art dead.
The use of these clamps is the way we'll begin
To see if thou really hast practiced this sin.”
“I see that thy beautiful nipples are flat,
But I promise thee that I'll take care of that.”
You move in beside me to suck on a breast...
An action, I'm betting, that won't be confessed.
The clamps are applied when my tips are erect,
And they feel as awful as I would expect.
But minutes go by as my screams are held in,
So you must conclude that I harbor no sin!
Though you're surprised I have nothing to say,
You hold to the promise you've made me today...
Without a confession that you can extract,
You're setting me free, in accord with your pact.
Thus, I won't burn at the stake as I'd feared.
You find that I'm pure, and my name has been cleared.
The document says, in regard to that sin,
That I won't be arrested for witchcraft again.
That means you can charge me with some other crime,
And that I'll be back in a matter of time.
You thought you'd confirmed that I didn't do magic.
That oversight, now, on your part, will prove tragic.
If I even jaywalk, the price I would pay
Is both of my nipples in clamps right away!
So since you've abused me and made my life hell...
You'll get what you're due as I'm casting my spell.
Because I, in fact, am a gifted, young sorceress,
The rest of your lifetime will surely be torturous.
Now, you are getting just what you are owed
As I cast the spell, and you're changed to a toad!
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