10

The door slammed. Nuala laid propped up against the wall where she’d slumped after he’d finished with her. She panted for long minutes hearing her breath loud in the small hard cell. As the footsteps receded into the distance her heart rate and breathing slowed. Once under control she struggled to her feet using her cuffed hands behind her to help and stepped over to the tiny, funnel shaped sink and dirty mirror on the wall. When she saw the mess drying on her chest and soiling her mouth her eyes bugged out. ‘Green! it was green! What sort of creature had green bodily fluids?’ The shock of what she was  looking at ran through Nuala’s mind at a million miles an hour. She spat into the sink. She spat over and over again, trying to create more cleansing saliva to clear the foul seed from her mouth. Once no more spit would come she turned her back to the mirror and hitching her rump onto the edge of the sink. This way she was able to just reach the tap and start a trickle of water running. She turned back and drank straight from the stream spitting and rinsing her mouth out desperately trying not to gag at the thought of how deep his cock had gone. She took a mouthful of the water and tipped her head back to gargle with the water before spitting that out as well. Satisfied that her mouth was relatively clean of his cum, she bent once more and drank deeply from the running water. Her throat was sore and she was utterly miserable. Repeating her butt shimmy, she switched off the stream of water before slumping down onto the flat cot on the floor. With a bit more shimmying and doing the best she could with her hands she was manoeuvre the pillow roughly up against the outside wall as she propped herself into the corner. She could still feel the cum on her chest drying but there was little she could do about that. She felt dirty and longed for a shower to get clean. 

The time passed slowly and her mind drifted. Everything had happened so quickly. It had only been a matter of hours since she was opening the door to the Mayor and now she’d been raped and was was convicted of witchcraft and was facing her own hanging in the morning. A tiny sound overhead, made her look up. 

“Laura!” she hissed in an exaggerated whisper. Laura ducked her head and wriggled though the bars on the window. Standing elegantly on the windowsill holding one of the bars, she looked elegant in her summer dress and high heeled shoes. She looked down at her friend and said, “Oh my god Nuala, what happened?”

“Laura, be quiet, you have to get out of her. He’s not normal.” hissed Nuala

“Pshhht” retorted Laura,”I’m not leaving you in here! Just look at you, what did he do? What is that stuff?”

“Well, this is his… um, seed”

Laura gasped, “But it’s green”

“Yeah I know, I think he’s demonic. It would explain a lot. Maybe even the time traveling and the fixation on witches. I think he been summoned by witches who then lost control of his malevolence. He could actually be Matthew Hopkins, returned from hell.” 

“Well what ever his story, we have to get you out of here”

“I don’t know Laura, I don’t think there is much you can do for me.”

“I’ve got some… Lets call them… Friends, coming to help you.”

“What? Who? How?” asked Nuala excitedly 

Laura looked up at the window, put her tiny index and middle finger in her mouth and blew. The whistle wasn’t loud, and it was so high pitched you had to be very special or very close by to hear it. But it was all that was needed for a handful of wisps to come zipping through the bars and fluttering around Nuala.

Laura flapped her wings and descended to the sink, turning the tap on she said “Do what you can for her”, she then settling on the edge of the sink. Gently flapped her wings and swinging her legs back and forth, she watched as the fun commence. The Wisps immediately busied themselves darting into Nuala’s cleavage and scooping up some of the foul mess then zipping across to the running water where they dashed through the stream. With a splash each wisp zipped back and dived for her chest again. Nuala couldn’t help but giggle and squirm as the whips tickled her and splashed cold water between her breasts. For the first time on this dreadful day Nuala smiled at her friend and felt less miserable.

“I don’t suppose your new friends can do anything about these cuffs?” asked Nuala

“No, I’m afraid not. You are stuck with those for now. I’ve been looking for some incantation or spell that would do the trick, but you know me and magic are not best buddies. I cant find anything that will work.” replied Laura. 

“I must admit, I am getting worried, I thought Edward would have snapped out of this by now, but he seems totally enchanted by Matthew. He must be a powerful demon to be able to enchant an entire village and travel in and out of time like that.” said Nuala

Laura sighed, “What hope do we have against a demon as powerful as that? We are just a couple of fairies. In fact I’m not even sure I can count myself as one of those, with my lack of ability to…” Laura waved her hand to indicate her magic.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you are a beautiful fairy. You just find it difficult to concentrate on the tedium of magic. I’m sure we’ll think of something” Nuala reassured her.

“But you’re running out of time. What if he comes after me next? There must be a way to break this enchantment or get those cuffs off you. Maybe some of the elders know a way.”

“There’s no time. All the elders have moved on from the forrest. It’ll take you hours to get to the nearest fairy grove.”

“I know but I have to try.”

“My execution is scheduled for nine o’clock tomorrow. How can you possibly reach them and return with help by then?” 

A spark of an idea flared in Laura’s eyes and she hopped of the side of the sink. “OK, I’m going to see what I can do to help. The wisps have done about all they can. I’ll be here in the morning for you.”

“What are you going to do?” asked Nuala

“I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.” replied Laura. 

Laura fluttered over and gave her friend a peck on the forehead before flapping her wings and squeezing through the bars again. Nuala hopped to her feet and watched as her friend disappeared followed closely by a stream of wisps. In the fading evening light she looked like a magical shooting star with a swirling and darting vapour trail.