||Basics:||

Age: 41 (Appearance)
Gender: Female (100%)
Race: Vampiress
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lb

||History:||
October 1292

"My wife is not a witch!" Samuel Crow protested as the jailors dragged him away.  An eldery gentleman followed in tow behind him, the Reverend Lockhart.

"I am sorry Samuel, but the evidence is...  too...   too damning."  the reverend replied.  "We received several witness testimonies that witchcraft was being practiced in your home. Someone from the Village Watch investigated and found three accused witches in your basement.  And not only that, but suspicious.... artifacts were recovered as well."

"Father....  Jonathan.." Samuel pleaded.  "I had no idea!  You have to believe me!"

A heavy sigh poured forth from Reverend Lockhart's lips before he spoke next. "Samuel, for what it is worth, I do believe you.  However, as the owner of the home the blame rests upon you.  I am afraid there is nothing more I can do for you.  You are forever condemned.  In this life and in the next."

The jailors tossed Samuel in a small dirtied jail cell.  The acrid stench of urine and death lingered heavy in the poisonous air.  Samuel got to his feet and grabbed the bars of the cell.  His face looked pained and twisted in desperation.

"Jonathan...   Jon...  Listen to me.   Listen!" Samuel started appealing to his friend.  "This witchcraft busniess is nonsense!  You must know that?!  There aren't any more of them.  They were all executed five hundred years ago!..  Listen..  Jon...  we go back, way back!"

"Sam, I...  Look.  Bad things have been happening all over town.  Things we cannot explain.  People have done things beyond even the comprehension of the Holy Church.  Sins committed even in the House of the Triad.  People whom I trusted to have the most steadfastness of faith...  I..  I cannot explain...  Evil must be afoot."

"If you believe in the steadfastness of faith, then you must believe in Madeline.  Maddie and I have seen seventeen summers with you.  We have broken bread in your home.  Maddie is a woman of the Faith.  She teaches children.  Your children Jon, how could you think this?"

"Well I can't Samuel.  Nor can you explain to me how three witches were discovered in ~your~ basement, can you?"

Samuel pursed his lips and turned his head away.  "My wife is a good person.  This hunt is madness."  

"I am sorry, Samuel.  Heavens know I believe you.  I believe in you...   and your wife.  But.  There are powers greater than I have the ability to change.  The church has made its judgement.  There is no other option for you.  You will hang at dawn."  

A heavy weight furrowed over the Reverend's brow as he resigned himself to his friend and that look of desperation in his eyes.  "But..  perhaps there is something to be done to save Madeline."

"What?!  Anything!" Samuel begged.

"The Church has...  some ability to...  see that the mob does not entirely sweep away an innocent.  More and more we have been forced to use this as accusations of demonry and withcraft arise.  Unfortunately, your wife will never be trusted again.  Once the accusation is made, things can never again be the same.  But perhaps we can use some influence to salvage the situation, at least for your wife.  Know that Madeline will pay a heavy price, but she will be absolved of responsibility and she will live."

||Description||
Madeline looked like a 40-something year old woman who had maintained her good looks through the years.  Her skin was pale, but a nice, creamy pale.  Her face looked elegant and class, not at all like a crazed beak-nosed horror from tales of fiction.  She had two cool grey eyes and thin eyebrows.  Her mouth seemed very tightly drawn, but her lips were plump and decorated the colour of strawberry.  She had few wrinkles, despite her age.  Her hair was long and ivory past her shoulders, however she kept it neatly knitted in a tight bun.  

In the darkness her flesh shone, pale as snow.  She was beautiful and elegant.  Classy looking, but her body did not beckon to the thought of high class.  It screamed sex and the dark delights it could offer.  Madeline had long, firm legs, lightly muscled in just the right ways.  Her firm thighs were evident even in the dimmest of rooms.

Between her legs was her pussy, completely devoid of hair which exposed the puffy lips of her mature cunt.  She had wide, child bearing hips, and her belly was flat and fit.  The only interruption in the pale expanse of her washboard was a cute belly button.

Her chest was gigantic.  She had monster tits.  Terrifyingly large.  They appeared to be incredibly soft and perfectly rounded.  They must have stood magically firm to defy gravity and age.  Swollen and pulsing with desire.  At the crest were rubbery nipples that looked to throb and beg for a mouth to bite, chew and suck upon them.  Unblemished, Madeline's massively firm and mature chest bounced with each step.



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