Morning

You dream of dragons, beasts of hell circling around you, burning your body bound to the pole with theirs flames… Strangely the more they hit you, the less they burn you. The flames seem nearly enjoyable as this hot feeling on your pussy and your tits. As if…

You wake up to find that you are no longer in your cell. The heat doesn’t come from the dragon but from the firewood close to the bed you lay on. You are naked, your hands bound behind your back and you see two hands coming for behind. One is playing with your pussy and the second with your hardened nipples. You turn yourself and see that those hands belong to the inquisitor who is smiling at you.

“What are you doing?” you shoot at her.

“I’m giving you a little pleasure for your last day here Elisabeth, isn’t it better than the cold cell where I found you yesterday my little bird?” you struggle to escape those intrusive hands without answering. So she continues “Anyway, you sleep far too long and it’s a shame we don’t have time to play longer, we have a lot of things to prepare for the ceremony and I don’t intent to anger the dragon being late.” She gets up giving you a warm smile.

You don’t understand, yesterday you thought that she know you innocent and ten minutes later she sentences you to the worse possible ****. Now she speaks to you of your own **** as if you are to prepare yourself for the annual ball. And the conditions of your awakening… you don’t know what to think about it. “Why do you sentence me to the dragon?”

“For three reasons, first, {if Intelligence <= 0} even if you don’t want to understand it,{endif} {if Intelligence > 0} as you know,{endif} you are as good as dead here, so why not the dragon? Second, I hate to see someone dying hanging at the end of a rope, and the smell of a burning body on a pile with all the screams is even worse. With a dragon at least, he spit his fire, takes your body away and it’s over in a matter of seconds. Third, I like to see a dragon flying, it will be only be the second time in my life” She said looking at the sky by the windows.

“But…”

“Enough”, she interrupts you with her cold inquisitor voice. “I have 2 soldiers waiting outside the door, if you don’t obey me willingly, they will do it by **** and it won’t improve your situation. Now get up, it’s time to make you ready for the dragon, the villagers paid the finest silk undergarments and a magical cloak from my supply so you can attract the dragon to you and not them.”

You turn around and show her your binded wrist on your back. She laughs and unbind them saying that anyway you are so weak after your two weeks on jail that a ten years old child may bet you. You get up with few difficulties; at least the long night in a real bed had some benefits. After that she shows you the undergarments, they are from the best quality and you always dreamt to wear it one day, sad that it was the last one. You came out of your thoughts when she start to dress you, not without playfully groping your breast by the way, you try to resist a bit but she’s stronger than you on your weak state and anyway you finish with a full set of the finest undergarment and an heavy red cloak which, a bit too long, touches the floor. She sees your puzzled look about the cape and explains that with the cloak around you the crowd won’t see the silk they paid for. After that you share a first class meal purportedly because the dragon is a discriminative gourmet. It is in fact excellent and for a moment you nearly forgot that the dragon is to kill you in a few hours.

As you finish your first meal after two weeks of starving, she stands behind you and ask you a question: “The ceremony will take place on the top of the rocky hill, half a kilometer north from here to prevent wildfire. Generally the convict is carried there bound on the pole fixed on the little platform you can see on the corner of the room. Everyone thinks that it will be the case and hopes to see you scream of fear for your fate, but I’d like to see their faces if you walk alone at the head of the procession to the place of the ceremony. If you don’t, I’ll find my fun otherwise.”

She is crazy, for sure, you think. But after all, if your legs have the strength to carry you there, it can be your last way to take a little **** on those who sentenced you to ****.