Watching His Highness start a conversation with Anna, the jailer in charge of guarding this cell saw that no one was paying attention, so he quietly put his hand into his crotch. He was just about to fuck the witch when His Highness came with his men, which made him very embarrassed. Fortunately, this kind of thing has become a routine, and even His Highness secretly fucked the witch once because he was curious about the taste, so he did not receive any punishment. However, his cock was still hard and uncomfortable, so he had to adjust the position with his hands.
The jailer recalled that when the witch Anna was first imprisoned in this cell, although she was a civilian woman, her beautiful face still made the jailer salivate. Although she was thin due to malnutrition, her breasts were still worthy of being held.
That night, the jailer broke into the cell, but to his surprise, Anna did not react to his arrival at all. She just looked up at him, and her light blue eyes were calm.
The jailer was inexplicably a little scared, but he was lustful and Anna was wearing the God's Stone of Punishment. She had no ability to resist. What was there to be afraid of?
He pushed the witch to the ground, tore off her thin cloth, and rubbed her delicate breasts.
After all, she is a young woman. Look at her elastic breasts! Look at her pink nipples! The jailer thought, and pulled Anna's nipples hard, causing Anna to frown.
Anna's pants were also torn to pieces by the jailer. The smooth vagina made the jailer salivate, and he held her thighs and started to nibble.
Anna's two thighs were forcefully separated by the jailer, and her two labia were also pulled up. Then the jailer squeezed his thick knuckles into the narrow hole. As he continued to go deeper, his fingertips also encountered a layer of resistance.
Anna seemed to have been prepared for the treatment she would receive. She did not resist at all. She just closed her eyes and tilted her head to one side. However, tears still welled up in her eyes. After all, she was still a pure virgin. She was defiled by a jailer. Even though she had prepared herself mentally before entering the prison, she still felt very humiliated when the jailer played with her private parts like this. But now she could only endure it and hope that the jailer would finish ejaculating as soon as possible. The
jailer was very happy to play with a beautiful virgin. He had no money and no wife, so he could only find some cheap prostitutes. However, cheapness also meant low quality. Most of them were old prostitutes who were old and ugly. The young and beautiful ones were all in "Iris". They charged high prices, but the service was also good. They could provide you with any service you wanted. In addition, prisoners are also a way for jailers to vent their energy. Of course, those who like men are a minority after all. Most jailers target those female prisoners who are arrested for debts or petty thefts, or cannot pay taxes, or use their power to seduce the wives and daughters of male prisoners.
This jailer has fucked many women, but it is not too few, but this is the first time for a virgin, and such a beautiful witch! He has to have fun with this.
Unfortunately, the jailer's fingers dug in Anna's flesh hole for a long time, but it was still dry, and Anna didn't feel any pleasure at all. The jailer didn't have the mind to continue teasing. He lay down between Anna's legs, spread her two labia, and kept it in his mouth for a while. He aimed at the hole and spit two mouthfuls of saliva, and then used his fingers to poke the saliva into the dry hole for lubrication. Then it was the real show.
The jailer knelt between Anna's open legs, and his angry cock was already against the soft vagina.
The jailer grabbed the penis and pushed it forward. The glans sank slightly. The two labia were already attached to the glans. The jailer used his hand to guide the penis up and down for a few times. After lubricating it with saliva, he exerted force on his waist, and the hard penis slowly sank into Anna's flesh hole.
The jailer felt that the glans had touched the obstacle, and slowly withdrew out until the remaining half of the glans was about to be squeezed out. Then he suddenly hit it, and the fragile hymen disappeared without any blocking effect. The pain of breaking the virginity made Anna groan even though she was prepared. The stress response caused by the pain made the soft flesh in Anna's vagina tightly wrap around the invading penis, and kept squirming, as if to drive away the invading enemy. However, such resistance could only bring better enjoyment to the jailer, making the invading penis harder.
"Hiss, this pussy is so tight, it's a good deal, it's a good deal," the jailer secretly rejoiced, and began to move his waist, the bloodshot cock began to go in and out, and his two hands also held Anna's two breasts respectively, and began to enjoy the delicate body under him.
However, the jailer had just thrust a few times when the noise coming from outside the door made the jailer stop.
"Don't fuck yet, come out quickly," the person who came was another jailer. "Someone is coming,"
the jailer who was fucking Anna quickly pulled out his cock, tidied his clothes, and followed another jailer to the first floor, only to find that the person who came was actually His Royal Highness the Prince.
The jailer quickly knelt on one knee, only to see Roland waving his hand impatiently.
"How is the witch we caught during the day?"
The jailer realized that His Royal Highness came here for the witch. It was so late, and he didn't bring anyone else with him. He knew why very well. He then said to Roland:
"Your Highness, this witch is under eighteen years old. She has the God's Stone of Retribution on her body. She is very safe. Why don't you go and interrogate her yourself?"
"Are you sure there is no problem?"
"Of course there is no problem!" The jailer guaranteed it. He had fucked her himself, so of course there was no problem. With the God's Stone of Retribution, no matter how strong the witch was, she would be just an ordinary person and could be fucked however he wanted.
Roland seemed to be skeptical. Although he was a prince and had fucked many women, he had never tried witches. In addition, he heard that all witches were unique and beautiful. Roland, who was lustful, didn't care about the horror legends about witches and came here at night. However, Roland was still afraid of accidents. After getting the jailer's reply, he asked the jailer to cover Anna's eyes, so that she would not know who was fucking her. If she really wanted to curse, she would not know who to curse.
When the jailer covered Anna's eyes with a black cloth, Roland walked in quietly. Seeing Anna's pretty face and naked body, his lower body was hot. He thought it was worth the trip. When he saw Anna's open vagina and mucus between her legs, he understood why the jailer said it was okay.
Roland had been proficient in eating, drinking and having fun since he was a child, not to mention playing with women. It was common for him to bring guards and guardian knights to fuck together, so he didn't mind being played with by others. Anyway, he just wanted to try something new. This witch was about to be executed. What's more, this scene made Roland feel more excited.
He asked the jailer to put Anna in a doggy style position. Since Anna's hands were tied tightly behind her back, she could only press her face against the cold ground with her buttocks raised high.
Roland looked at the buttocks and wet vagina in front of him, took out his swollen and painful penis and inserted it. The wonderful touch brought by the warm vagina and the tight passage made Roland unable to help but thrust hard as soon as he entered.
The jailer helped Roland press Anna's back, watching Anna's buttocks being pinched by Roland, her body trembling from the strong impact, and her lower body penis pressing against the pants, which was very uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, Roland looked at the jailer's uncomfortable look and was kind-hearted. He nodded and signaled the jailer to join in. The jailer was overjoyed. He pinched Anna's cheek with his hands, forced Anna to open her mouth, and then thrust his penis into her. Then, to prevent Anna from being restless, he threatened in a low voice:
"Lick it well, don't touch it with your teeth, or I will cut off your nipples and sew up your cunt and asshole!" Seeing the witch tremble under him, and then let his cock go into her throat, the jailer was satisfied and began to enjoy Anna's small mouth without worry. The soft flesh of her throat shrank and shrank due to the invasion of foreign objects. Since the day, Anna had not been given anything to eat, so she couldn't spit out the dirt. The huge glans began to push deep into her.
Poor Anna knew that she would be raped, even gang-raped, but she didn't expect that the other party would not even let her mouth go. Even though Anna was determined to die, such torture still made her want to resist.
"At least, bite off this disgusting cock in your mouth!" Anna thought, but the vicious threat that followed made Anna give up the idea of revenge. Why would there be such a vicious person? Anna, who didn't know when she would be executed, knew that if she really bit off the cock in her mouth, she might not die so easily. She imagined the miserable situation of her pussy and back garden being sewn up and unable to defecate, and Anna still gave in. The cock that had been stuffed into her throat was still going deeper. Anna's tongue moved subconsciously, wrapping around the rod. Disgusting! Nausea! Her throat was constantly spasming! The man behind her was also rushing around in Anna's body, and the same pleasure came from her lower body.
Anna didn't know what was going on, but the increasingly intense pleasure made her dizzy, and even the cock that had been inserted into her esophagus became less uncomfortable. The jailer's messy pubic hair had blocked Anna's face. A strong smell came from the tip of her nose, which was both smelly and fragrant. Anna couldn't help but inhale it hard. The magic power locked by the God's Stone of Punishment in her body seemed to have signs of flowing again.
The jailer held Anna's head and began to thrust, cooperating with Roland's movements behind him. Anna felt like she was about to be penetrated by two cocks. Her lower abdomen was hot. As the cocks twitched, a large amount of lewd water gushed out and flowed down her thighs to the ground.
Roland's penis increased its speed, and then hit Anna's buttocks hard
. His body trembled a few times, and he shot all his semen into her. The jailer saw that the prince was done, and he also increased his speed, and then shot his semen into Anna's esophagus.
The large amount of semen made it impossible for Anna to swallow it all. Some of it flowed into the trachea, and some flowed into the nasal cavity.
The jailer pulled out his limp penis, and watched the witch, who had lost her support, lying on the ground and coughing constantly, with a large amount of white semen flowing out of her mouth and nose.
The jailer could see that His Royal Highness was very satisfied. He took a silk scarf and wiped his lower body, then walked out with a satisfied look on his face.
Then, the jailer watched his colleague take off his pants, spread open the witch's meat hole that was still oozing semen, and poked his penis into it.
That night, the two jailers shot three times each.
The memories ended here. The jailer looked at Roland who was talking to the witch seriously, and laughed in his heart: He was pretending so well.
"Tell me what happened when the mine collapsed. Please tell me again in detail."
Anna nodded and began to narrate.
Roland was a little surprised.
He thought she would remain silent, complain, or curse, but she just answered his questions and said whatever he asked.
The story was not complicated. Anna's father was a miner who was working in the mine when the mine collapsed. After hearing the news, Anna immediately went into the mine with other miners' families to rescue. It is said that the North Slope Mine was once the lair of underground monsters, with many forks in it, leading in all directions. Since the rescuers did not have a unified command, they scattered and searched on their own after entering the cave. When Anna found her father, only Aunt Susan and Uncle Onk from the neighbor's house were there.
She found that her father's leg was broken by a cart full of ore and he could not move, while a miner squatted beside him and searched for coins on his body. Seeing that his robbery was discovered, the miner rushed up with a hoe and knocked Uncle Onk to the ground. Just as he was about to kill him, Anna killed him first.
The neighboring couple swore not to tell anyone about her, and the three of them rescued Anna's father together. But before dawn the next day, Anna's father went out with a cane and reported his daughter to the patrol guards that she was a witch.
"Why?" Roland couldn't help but turn around and ask when he heard this.
Barov sighed, "Probably for the bounty. Those who discover and report witches can get 25 gold royals. For a person with a broken leg, these 25 gold royals are equivalent to the guarantee of the rest of his life."
Roland was silent for a moment, "The other party was a strong and powerful adult man. How did you kill him?"
At this moment, Anna smiled. Just like the surface of the lake was rippled, the tip of the torch shook.
"It's the devil's power you mentioned."
"Shut up! Witch!" The warden shouted, but everyone could hear the tremor in his throat.
"Really? I want to see." The fourth prince was unmoved.
"Your Highness, this is not a joke!" The chief knight turned his head and frowned.
Roland walked out from behind the knight and stepped towards the cage. "If you are afraid, you can leave first. I didn't ask you to stay here."
"Don't panic. She still has the chain of divine punishment around her neck!" Barro said loudly to comfort everyone, and it seemed to comfort himself. "No matter how powerful the devil is, it is impossible to break the protection of God."
Standing in front of the prison railings, Roland and Anna were only an arm's length apart. He could clearly see the other's face covered with dust and scars. Her immature facial features meant that she was not yet an adult, but there was no trace of childishness in her expression. Not only that, it was hard to even find anger - Roland had only seen this inharmonious feeling on TV. That was the look of homeless orphans who suffered from poverty, hunger, cold and other hardships when they were interviewed. But it was not exactly the same. When facing the camera, homeless orphans always hunched over and lowered their heads, but Anna did not.
Until now, she still tried to stand up straight, her eyes slightly raised, and looked directly into the prince's eyes.
She was not afraid of death. Roland realized that she was waiting for death.
"Is this your first time seeing a witch, sir? Your curiosity may kill you."
"If it is really the power of the devil, even a glance would bring misfortune," Roland replied, "then it should not be me who will die, but your father."
The fire in the cage suddenly dimmed. This time it was definitely not an illusion. The flame seemed to be suppressed by something, and soon only a small cluster remained. He heard rapid breathing and prayers from behind him, as well as the muffled sound of someone accidentally falling down when retreating in panic.
Roland's heartbeat gradually accelerated. He felt that he was at a wonderful dividing point. On one side was the world of common sense, operating meticulously according to the planned constants and laws. On the other side was an incredible world, full of mystery and unknown. He was now standing at the door of this new world.
Was that the chain of divine punishment hanging around her neck? What a simple chain, a red-painted iron chain hanging with a crystal pendant. If the witch's hands were not handcuffed tightly behind her back, this thing could be broken with a pull, right?
Roland glanced back at everyone, and while everyone was still praying in panic, he quickly reached into the cage, grabbed the pendant and pulled it hard, and the buckle between the pendant and the chain broke with a sound - this action even stunned Anna.
"Come on." He whispered. Are you a liar, a chemist, or a real witch?
If you take out bottles and jars now and start preparing strong acid, I will be disappointed. He thought to himself.
Then Roland heard a crackling sound, the sound of water vapor expanding due to heat. White mist rose from the ground, and the temperature around him rose sharply.
He saw the flames rising from the girl's feet, gently licking the girl's bare calves, and then the ground she was standing on was burning. The torches behind her exploded at the same time, as if they had obtained pure oxygen, bursting out with dazzling light. The whole cell was as bright as day for a moment, accompanied by screams of fear from everyone.
The witch stepped forward, and the flames followed her steps. When she came to the edge of the prison, dozens of iron bars turned into pillars of fire.
Roland had to step back. The scorching air bit his skin, making him feel unbearable. In just a few breaths, he felt like he had returned from late autumn to midsummer. No, unlike the scorching heat in summer, this high temperature generated by the flames alone could not surround him in all directions. The side facing the flames was hit by rolling heat waves, while the side facing away was full of cold. He even felt that he was sweating coldly.
- She is not afraid of fire.
Roland remembered the words of the minister's assistant. Only then did he fully understand the meaning of this sentence.
She herself is a flame, how could she be afraid of him?
Soon, the iron bars turned from deep red to bright yellow and began to melt and deform. This meant that they had been heated to more than 1,500 degrees. This was achieved without any insulation measures, which was far beyond Roland's imagination. Like the others, he had already moved away from the cell and clung to the farthest stone wall.
If he didn't do this, the high heat generated by the molten iron would burn the clothes even if they didn't come into direct contact with them - for example, Anna's prison uniform had long since turned to ashes, and her body was surrounded by raging flames.
It was unknown how long it lasted before the flames completely faded.
Only a small section of the torch was left on the wall, burning quietly, as if nothing had happened. But the sweat-soaked clothes, the scorching air, and the prison bars that were burned like the claws of the devil all told everyone that this was not a dream.
Except for Roland and the knight who were still standing, everyone else had collapsed on the ground, and the warden was so scared that he peed his pants.
Anna was now standing naked outside the cage. The shackles that bound her arms were gone, and the semen and traces left on her body were burned away. She did not cover her body, her hands naturally hung at her sides, and her lake blue eyes regained their previous tranquility.
"I have satisfied your curiosity, sir," she said, "Can you kill me now?"
"No," Roland walked up to her, wrapped his coat around her, and said in the gentlest tone possible, "Miss Anna, I want to hire you