Steve thought he would be devastated. He was pleased for her. What they had together was special. She was a kind person. How many webcam models left a personal note to a fan letting him know that they had moved on?
Perhaps it was his own doing. He kept letting her know how much he wanted to be with her in real life. Did she get too much of the creepy old man vibe and change her address? It was possible, but he didn’t think so. Hopefully she was entering a new phase of her life that was exciting and fun.
He did feel sadness. He would miss talking with her. He also would miss her ass, the most fantastic ass on the planet. That memory would be with him forever. The first time he saw her lying on her stomach with those skin tight panties on he was stunned.
He looked down. Just the memory of her had his cock becoming aroused.
“What are we gonna do now, bub?”
One thing he knew for sure, his life had been changed by Sonya. She helped mend his broken heart, and returned life to his ailing libido. Somewhere out there, he hoped she knew he appreciated it. He turned off the phone and lay his head down to sleep. His cock was having none of it.
Suddenly, he sat bolt upright. “Oh no!” he cried to the heavens. She had put a spell on him. He couldn’t cum unless she allowed it. Now what was he going to do?
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Thomas didn’t believe in witchcraft nonsense. His professor had them studying the Wurzburg Witch trials. It was part of one of the largest wholesale slaughter of people accused of witchcraft in history. Hundreds of men, women and children were killed throughout Germany during these witch hunts in the early 1600s. Thomas thought the explanation as to how such a thing could happen was that the Roman Catholic Church was simply suppressing Protestants. The witchcraft charges were just an excuse to justify the killing.
Others in the class argued it was mass hysteria, triggered by events that couldn’t be explained at the time. He was sure that the average peasant may have gotten caught up in that, but the flames were being fanned by the noblemen and authorities.
A third group argued that the nobles were actually bewitched and were killing the real witches’ enemies. He had to love being in college, especially in Florence. They got some of the real loony tunes there.
As soon as he turned 18, he knew he wanted to go to college in Florence. He was born in Rome, but the city had never been as exciting to him. Florence had so much diverse culture. He could live there his whole life.
One of the loonies raised her hand. He avoided her eyes. He had slept with her in their Freshman year. It was an experience. She wouldn’t look bad if she did something with that hair. She acted like she was the character Hermione Granger, and left it in bushy tangles.
“Professor, have any graves of the victims been found?” she asked.
“Almost all of them were burned, Jolene. Many were alive. What was left was probably not buried. They were considered heretics. To touch their remains was feared. It might cause a curse.”
“But some were actually noble,” she persisted. “Some were actually clergy. Surely someone spared their remains?”
“Not that I know of. Why do you ask?” He stood up from where he had been leaning on his desk.
“The remains could be tested. It has been close to 400 years, but certain magic residues could be identified.”
The class started snickering. Thomas had to give his Professor credit, he kept a straight face. “Ms. Warren,” he replied, “I don’t claim to be a biologist or an anthropologist, but I do try to teach history from the perspective of science and facts. ‘Magic Residue’ is not something we will be introducing into our study of the witch trials that spread across Europe in the 1500 – 1600s, OK?”
Thomas buried his smile in his book. What a zany woman. How on earth had he ever decided it would be a good idea to sleep with her? At least she made it easy to break up. She dumped him for one of her female friends. “Men are too ambitious,” she had said. “You are too busy running through the forest to see the trees.”
He did like her take on that old saying.
Class was dismissed and he gathered his stuff. He had the rest of the day off, so he didn’t have to rush to get to another class. If he had, he would have bowled her over. She was standing right behind him.
“Thomas,” she asked, “remember how we were friends before we went out?”
He would have called it more of an acquaintance, but fine. “Yes…what did you want, Jolene? I’m not spending my spring break digging through old German church burial grounds.”
“How did you know?” She feigned surprise, then smiled. “I’m kidding. I just need a friend right now.”
Red flags were going off all over Thomas’ brain. He was not about to get entangled with her again. “Has something happened between you and Paula?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she smiled. “Will you please meet with us tonight? Please? We’ve moved. Here is the new address.”
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He knew it was a mistake to go. She didn’t deceive him completely. They weren’t digging through burial grounds, but he was spending spring break in Germany. His parents were famous historians and just his name could get him almost anywhere. They had already picked up their first lead, in Bamburg, not Wurzburg. The witch trials had swept through Germany in the early 1600s. Bamburg was another area where many had lost their lives.
Jolene and Paula had seduced him, literally. Both were bisexual and had spent the night ravaging his body in order to convince him to come. Cum he did, many times.
It wasn’t until Jolene gave him details about what she was looking for that he was finally convinced, however. According to her, she had ancestors that had been part of the trials. Not as victims.
“Wait, you aren’t German,” he stated. “You are Italian. Your ancestors would have lived far away, back home. Once word of the atrocities reached the Pope and Emperor, they put a stop to it. How could your ancestors have been involved?”
“The atrocities went on for decades,” she said. “Do you think the Holy Roman Emperor didn’t know about them long before he finally put a stop to it?”
“So he turned a blind eye. Doesn’t that support my argument that this was the Roman Catholic suppression of the Protestants?”
“Or that he was afraid,” piped in Paula.
Thomas looked at her. If Jolene was Hermione Granger, Paula was Luna Lovegood. Her Dad actually ran a tabloid, but it dug into politician’s affairs rather than imaginary creatures. She didn’t have that far off stare, either. Both of them were quite attractive, but batshit crazy in his opinion.
“The Emperor, afraid of witches? Are you serious?”
Jolene cut in. “Just listen for a second. We know as well as you do that the accused were simply named people during the torture of the previously accused. There was no oversight. Anyone accused was tortured, then killed. Then those they named, and so on.”
“And many killed were actually Catholic clergy themselves,” added Paula.
“And children, I know. I’m Catholic,” said Thomas. “This was not one of our finer moments.”
“What if it wasn’t one church attacking another, but actually an attack on both?” asked Jolene. “How would we know? There were few records kept. A few victim’s list of names that were of questionable origin is all.”
“It was 400 years ago. Maybe the records were simply lost? It is difficult to find anything that old.”
Jolene turned his attention to the manuscript they had found. It was a small fragment of a much larger, but missing, piece. Thomas tried to read it, but couldn’t.
“It is written in a language I don’t understand either,” said Jolene. “Thank you for getting access to it. I don’t think the curator would have let me see it.”
“Why?”
“Because of this.”
The fragment had been found tucked away in what looked like a diary. The tops and bottoms of many of the pages had been burned. It looked like a diary someone had intentionally redacted information from, long before modern print. Jolene was pointing to the bottom of one page. The burning wasn’t complete. The name “Warren” could be made out.
“Oh come on,” he said. “It is a common name. You also aren’t German, like I said.”
“Look at it again. How do you think you were able to read it so easily?”
He looked at it again, and it dawned on him. The writing was clearly from an ancient Roman person. The handwriting was distinctive. He saw it everyday in his studies. This was the diary of an ancient Roman Catholic from Italy, not a German one.
He looked up at the two of them. He thought they would be smiling smugly. They weren’t. They looked terrified.
“Maybe we should find a place to get a drink,” he said.
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Thomas wasn’t quite sure why German beer was so famous. He was used to warm beer. He wasn’t used to beer with grainy things in it. It was potent, however. He wasn’t as upset about what they had found as Jolene was, but after a few swallows she was relaxed and back to her strange self.
The place they were in was a large beer hall. The town they were in was small, however, so the three Italians stood out. Fortunately, Thomas was tall and looked like he could seriously hurt you. He was a big Teddy Bear, but the Germans didn’t know that. They pretty much left them alone.
There’s always one, however.
The guy looked like a pig. He had a big round face with red cheeks. He kept slobbering over Paula and speaking in German. She kept pushing him away but he persisted. Thomas finally had enough and stood up. The guy was faster than he looked, and lunged right at Thomas.
A crackling sound filled the air along with the smell of ozone. The fat pig fell to the floor, twitching. Paula pocketed her device. Thomas didn’t know she carried a taser.
The crowd was silent for a second, then went back to their business. Apparently seeing Mr. Piggy sprawled on the floor wasn’t something new. The three of them paid their tab and headed back to the hotel.
“I didn’t know you carried a taser,” Thomas said as they walked.
“I don’t,” said Paula, looking around nervously to see if anyone was following them.