Lynn had been a relatively popular tavern wench during her life. Her beauty and exuberance had won over countless weary travelers, as well as aroused their lust. She earned enough money to support herself, and life went well despite a longstanding rumor that her bright red locks and voluptuous figure were traits bestowed by the devil himself.

This rumor sealed her fate after a man died of mysterious causes on the tavern premises. All who were present that night were questioned by authorities, and unfortunately for Lynn, that which had once been her greatest asset became a dangerous burden.

The fact that she had served the man his last meal only made her a more convenient scapegoat. She was found guilty of murder and consorting with Satan, then sentenced to burn at the stake until only ash and bones were left.

Those gathered on the day noticed Lynn's calm demeanor while being marched to the square, as if she had accepted her fate and knew nothing could be done about it.

To both titillate the crowd and humiliate Lynn, the pair of executioners grabbed at her loose white blouse and tattered emerald skirt, forcibly tearing them off until much of her luscious body was exposed to the public.

As cruel jeers and obscene words rang out all around, Lynn passively allowed the executioners to fasten her to the stake by coiling one chain around her waist and lower arms and another around her ankles. She closed her eyes and began to utter a prayer, but her words were cut short when one of the men placed his hands upon her breasts.

A couple of moans escaped her scarlet lips as he caressed and fondled them until she was all wet down below. Then, with a final tease of her hardened nipples, he leaped off the platform and started helping his partner stack wood at its base.

The pyre was lit, and though many spectators had expected Lynn to struggle and scream in agony, her expression remained one of pleasure as the flames slowly climbed her legs to reach her tantalizing thighs.

Lynn's belly contracted and expanded beneath her cincher while smoke continued to drift upwards. Her feet and ankles quickly charred, then, with her eyes still closed, she let out an orgasmic cry as her coveted womanhood also became food for the hungry fire.

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Lynn's entire body shuddered, causing the chains around her waist to rattle. Her initial cry faded and gave way to soft moans of pleasure as she loosened her body and opened her eyes for the first time in minutes.

"More, please..." she pleaded hoarsely. "Make this last..."

One of the executioners turned to face the other in confusion, but all he got in response was a shrug. He looked back up at Lynn, whose eyelids had fluttered shut once more. Her heaving breasts glistened with sweat, and he couldn't help but be aroused.

All the while, the flames rose above Lynn's darkened and blistered womanhood, directing their appetite elsewhere. The lace strings on Lynn's cincher ignited and disintegrated within seconds, causing the garment to split apart before it fell and became additional fuel for the pyre.

With Lynn now completely naked, her vulnerable midriff was free for the fire's taking. It reached up to do what it was already doing to the rest of her body - feeding itself until there was nothing left to devour. Her smooth skin scorched and reddened as it lost moisture. This left her significantly weakened, and her moans faded to sighs while she tossed her head about gently.

The tips of her bright red hair caught fire next. A sulfurous odor joined the existing smell of charred flesh right as the flames spread to Lynn's bosom. Her body shuddered a second time, and with her midsection having been reduced, the chains slipped right off her waist to accompany the pair of skeletal legs twitching down below.

Despite no longer being secured to the stake, Lynn managed to stay upright as the flames licked, caressed, and cupped her ample breasts like a passionate lover. Her sighs turned to ragged gasps for air, and it became clear to the crowd that she was beginning to expire.

At last, her breasts diminished and burst into sizzling streams of liquid fat. With them gone, there was no protection left for her overworked heart and lungs, so her breath quickly gave out. She fell unconscious, sliding away from the stake and ever closer to the raging fire. The rest of her hair ignited, followed by her beautiful face, and this finally served to tip her body all the way over.

She landed right in the center of the pyre, allowing those nearby a clear view of her eyes melting away and neck snapping in half with a crack.

Most recoiled or retreated in horror, but a small few had the desire to continue observing what became of the tavern wench's remains. So they stayed behind until the massive fire had burned itself out and all that was left were blackened bones scattered among piles of charcoal and ash.

A young man and a young woman stepped forward to collect fragments of what used to be Lynn, but the executioners intervened by shooing them away, then gathered up the bones in a sack to be disposed of.

Exactly how would be a mystery to the general populace, but little did they know, a female skull would get tangled up in a fishing net many years later, much to the shock of those who had reeled it in.

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