Pagan inquisition

It had been 25 years - 1699/1724 - since the beginning of the process.
I did not confess anything.
The trips, I was naked and sprinkled with oil, straddling my broom: that intense pleasure in rubbing my clit and feeling my vagina almost wrapping the knotty handle.
The long sabbah night under the huge walnut tree; the long dicks of demons that penetrated every hole of my body and squirted streams of cold and as molasses viscous sperm.
The cock of my confessor brother fucking my mouth obscenely open and welcoming.
I had not confessed any of that.
But for the inquisitors I was a witch. The fire would cleanse me forever.