The Wizard’s Dungeon
by Sheldon Woodbury
The raven haired witch was dragged to the Wizard’s dungeon down crumbling stairs and through shadowy catacombs for refusing the King’s brutal advances. “Punish the ungrateful harlot!” the King had bellowed. But when the witch was dragged to the monstrous contraption of torture, she shape-shifted into the form of the King and strapped the trembling old Wizard in the depraved device so he could feel her womanly pain.
“Dearie,” she giggled in the King’s voice.
“Just relax and enjoy it…”