Buffy Part 4: If Willow Drowns Then She's Innocent
Starring Alyson Hannigan as Willow Rosenberg
Written by GeeJay
Written by GeeJay
Xander won yet another goldfish thanks to his ability to knock a coconut off a pole with a tennis ball. It was uncanny. And once again he handed the plastic bag containing the goldfish to a surprised passing child.
"All in the wrist," he said to an admiring Willow who'd not hit one coconut all day.
Willow said, "Do you think goldfish are only bred to be won as prizes in dumb carnival games?"
"I read they've only got an attention span of ten seconds."
"Talking about yourself again?" Buffy asked having returned from buying the ice creams. She handed one each to Xander and Willow. "Seen Tara and Dawn?"
"Went off with Giles," Xander replied tucking into his Mr Whippy (with flake).
Buffy nodded. Then her eyes narrowed and immediately her two friends knew something was up.
"What the hell is this?" Buffy asked to no one in particular.
Willow turned and immediately gave a groan. She recognised the old man who was leading a group of half a dozen robed and hooded figures. The old man pointed a gnarled and accusing finger at Willow.
"Witch!" he proclaimed.
Buffy and Xander exchanged glances, while Willow looked around pretending she wasn't here. The crowds who had stopped to look at this odd procession were now looking at Willow with interest. All part of the act they assumed not unreasonably.
The old man and his group were now right up to the trio. Xander and Buffy stepped back out of the way. So far as they were concerned Willow was on her own here.
"This be a witch," the old man said and gave Willow a lecherous wink. "A fine, form of a witch. Don't be fooled by her good looks and firm thighs, that's just her act to deceive you into thinking she's something she isn't."
Firm thighs? Buffy mouthed to Xander who was looking at Willow enquiringly.
Willow looked at her friends. "This is the warlock who conjured the rain storm that soaked me and Tara. You know, the one you don't believe happened."
Xander nodded. "Sure, the storm from the cloudless blue sky."
Willow threw him a dirty look. As she was concentrating on Xander so she hadn't noticed the hooded figures surround her. Suddenly she was grabbed by firm hands and was being dragged away. Xander and Buffy followed just in case there was something fishy going on here, but her senses told Buffy that whatever was going on was quite harmless - potentially quite embarrassing for poor old Willow, but harmless. Willow tried resisting, but the grip on her wrists was tight. The crowd parted, laughing and pointing and many were taking pictures and filming with camcorders.
The old man turned and gave Willow a sly wink. She threw him a glare.
"What are you up to you old warlock?" she hissed.
"Just showing the people how they used to deal with witches in the dark days of old."
Xander who had overheard the exchange said, "Reassure me that we're not talking burning at the stake here."
The old man gave him a look of disbelief that answered Xander's query perfectly.
Willow allowed herself to be led through he crowd. Then she noticed Giles, Tara and Dawn amidst the sea of faces. Tara looked surprised, Dawn looked amused and Giles looked heavenwards, shook his head and mouthed the words, "Oh no not again."
Then the crowd parted and Willow saw her fate. Her shoulders slumped. There stood a pool with a platform and a wooden dunking stool at one end. Great, just great. A public soaking for the amusement of hundreds.
"Pity you're not wearing one of they lovely see through dresses today, maid," the old warlock whispered.
Willow bit her tongue. She was wearing jeans, trainers and a pale blue blouse. That was more than enough to be getting wet in – though she was relieved she wasn't the outfit she'd been wearing the other day. She could have tried to escape, but meekly accepted her fate. She consoled herself with the fact that she would never see any of these people again. And the mocking of her friends she could live with.
Willow allowed herself to be put in the wooden stool. She was a bit alarmed when rope was tied loosely around her wrists. Then the stool was pushed out over the water. The pool wasn't very big, but it was enough to do its job.
Willow took a deep breath and stared out at the sea of faces that were watching expectantly. The warlock came beside her and addressed the crowd.
"In days of old you could tell if a woman was a witch because if she survived the dunking it meant she was using supernatural powers and therefore was a witch. But if she drowned it proved her innocence."
A lot of people laughed at that notion. They laughed even harder when Dawn piped up and pointed out that if she were a witch then surely she'd turn the Inquisitors into toads and feed them to her cat. Willow had to smile and agree with that logic. Funny thing was she could have done it!
However, her smile was short lived as without warning the stool was lowered towards the water. Willow braced herself for the dunking that was coming her way. She winced as her denim-clad legs entered the water. It soaked through her trainers, moved up her calves and then she gasped as the cool water began to work its way up her thighs where the denim was stretched tight over her skin. Then it penetrated her crotch soaking her underwear and ran around her rear. Soon her jeans were soaked through completely and Willow was dunked up to her waist. She stared at her submerged jeans and moved her legs around a bit feeling the sensation as the water moved around and in her leg wear.
She steeled herself for a full soaking, but to her surprise the stool began to lift and slowly she came out of the water. There were new sensations as the water began to flow out of her jeans. First it drained down from her rear and crotch, a sensation that brought a little smile to her face. Then as her thighs came out of the water so she felt the tight wet cling of the denim on her thighs. She looked at the way the material had gone a darker shade of blue and gleamed with the wet. All the while water was still running down from her crotch and rear. Then she was out of the water completely. She wriggled her toes in her soaked socks and watched the water pouring out of her trainers.
She gasped at the feel of the wet denim hugging her legs. It felt good, almost as good as the feel of her dress the other day. She looked around and caught Tara's eye. Her girlfriend was laughing and beside her Dawn was clicking away with a camera. Willow hoped the youngster had her finger over the damn lens.
Then Willow began to wonder how many Websites she might end up appearing on. A boy at High School (seems so long ago) had delighted in showing off websites that featured women in various states of wet clothing. He hadn't been so delighted when he got caught, but if you play with fire...
People were now pointing at her. Suddenly Willow felt rather exposed sat in her wet jeans. The warlock whispered, "Lovely thighs you got my girl."
Before Willow could give a suitable reply she was being lowered into the water again. This time the shock of her jeans entering the water wasn't so bad as they were already soaked right through. However, this time the dunking didn't stop at her waist. It continued and now the wetness began to inch its way up her pale blue blouse. The guys doing the lowering were sadistically ensuring the whole operation went as slowly as possible.
Willow gave another little gasp as the water reached up to her belly button. She felt her nipples begin to harden in anticipation of the inevitable soaking to come. And come it sure did. There was going to be no respite on this occasion. In she went to a growing cheer from the crowd. She squirmed as the water soaked through the blouse to penetrate her bra. Ooohhh that felt good. Tara didn't know what she was missing! Then the water was to her chin and she was completely soaked to the skin. A big cheer went up from the crowd.
To her relief, she wasn't dunked completely under to see is she did drown. Once her clothing was saturated she was brought up again. New sensations filled her now as the water ran down her clinging blouse. It stuck tight to her skin especially over her breasts. Willow was relieved she was wearing a good bra. No doubt a fair few in the crowd were a bit disappointed that the clinging material over her chest wasn't revealing more.
And then she was out of the water, soaked to the skin. The warlock undid the restraints and helped her off the stool onto the little platform. As Willow stood she grimaced as more water ran down her body. The blouse and jeans were clinging to her skin and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. He held her right arm aloft like a referee with a winning boxer. Water ran down her arm. The crowd cheered.
The warlock whispered, "Let's give them a surprise shall we, girl?"
Willow raised an enquiring eyebrow, but as he looked skywards she got the message and grinned. "Why not?"
And suddenly it began to rain. Heavy rain. Torrential rain. All from a clear blue sky. Most people were too stunned to react for a moment and that hesitation was enough to guarantee them an utter drenching.
Willow stared through the torrent at her friends. Buffy in her clinging red slacks and almost transparent white t-shirt, Xander in his jeans now as soaked as were Willows. Dawn in her short red skirt that was hugging her thighs and pink top that cluing to every curve on her body. And finally Tara, who was the only other one there who knew exactly what was going on. Willow thought how sexily dishevelled she looked in her gleaming black slacks and white sweater. And somewhere else in the crowd would be poor old Giles in wet tweeds, desperately trying to dry his glasses and wishing he'd never invited the Scoobies over to his homeland.
As the rain belted down on her thoroughly saturated clothing, Willow looked again at her friends now entering into the spirit of things and enjoying their impromptu soaking. Something told her to relish this moment, because in the world they moved in it could be the last truly happy time they might have...
"All in the wrist," he said to an admiring Willow who'd not hit one coconut all day.
Willow said, "Do you think goldfish are only bred to be won as prizes in dumb carnival games?"
"I read they've only got an attention span of ten seconds."
"Talking about yourself again?" Buffy asked having returned from buying the ice creams. She handed one each to Xander and Willow. "Seen Tara and Dawn?"
"Went off with Giles," Xander replied tucking into his Mr Whippy (with flake).
Buffy nodded. Then her eyes narrowed and immediately her two friends knew something was up.
"What the hell is this?" Buffy asked to no one in particular.
Willow turned and immediately gave a groan. She recognised the old man who was leading a group of half a dozen robed and hooded figures. The old man pointed a gnarled and accusing finger at Willow.
"Witch!" he proclaimed.
Buffy and Xander exchanged glances, while Willow looked around pretending she wasn't here. The crowds who had stopped to look at this odd procession were now looking at Willow with interest. All part of the act they assumed not unreasonably.
The old man and his group were now right up to the trio. Xander and Buffy stepped back out of the way. So far as they were concerned Willow was on her own here.
"This be a witch," the old man said and gave Willow a lecherous wink. "A fine, form of a witch. Don't be fooled by her good looks and firm thighs, that's just her act to deceive you into thinking she's something she isn't."
Firm thighs? Buffy mouthed to Xander who was looking at Willow enquiringly.
Willow looked at her friends. "This is the warlock who conjured the rain storm that soaked me and Tara. You know, the one you don't believe happened."
Xander nodded. "Sure, the storm from the cloudless blue sky."
Willow threw him a dirty look. As she was concentrating on Xander so she hadn't noticed the hooded figures surround her. Suddenly she was grabbed by firm hands and was being dragged away. Xander and Buffy followed just in case there was something fishy going on here, but her senses told Buffy that whatever was going on was quite harmless - potentially quite embarrassing for poor old Willow, but harmless. Willow tried resisting, but the grip on her wrists was tight. The crowd parted, laughing and pointing and many were taking pictures and filming with camcorders.
The old man turned and gave Willow a sly wink. She threw him a glare.
"What are you up to you old warlock?" she hissed.
"Just showing the people how they used to deal with witches in the dark days of old."
Xander who had overheard the exchange said, "Reassure me that we're not talking burning at the stake here."
The old man gave him a look of disbelief that answered Xander's query perfectly.
Willow allowed herself to be led through he crowd. Then she noticed Giles, Tara and Dawn amidst the sea of faces. Tara looked surprised, Dawn looked amused and Giles looked heavenwards, shook his head and mouthed the words, "Oh no not again."
Then the crowd parted and Willow saw her fate. Her shoulders slumped. There stood a pool with a platform and a wooden dunking stool at one end. Great, just great. A public soaking for the amusement of hundreds.
"Pity you're not wearing one of they lovely see through dresses today, maid," the old warlock whispered.
Willow bit her tongue. She was wearing jeans, trainers and a pale blue blouse. That was more than enough to be getting wet in – though she was relieved she wasn't the outfit she'd been wearing the other day. She could have tried to escape, but meekly accepted her fate. She consoled herself with the fact that she would never see any of these people again. And the mocking of her friends she could live with.
Willow allowed herself to be put in the wooden stool. She was a bit alarmed when rope was tied loosely around her wrists. Then the stool was pushed out over the water. The pool wasn't very big, but it was enough to do its job.
Willow took a deep breath and stared out at the sea of faces that were watching expectantly. The warlock came beside her and addressed the crowd.
"In days of old you could tell if a woman was a witch because if she survived the dunking it meant she was using supernatural powers and therefore was a witch. But if she drowned it proved her innocence."
A lot of people laughed at that notion. They laughed even harder when Dawn piped up and pointed out that if she were a witch then surely she'd turn the Inquisitors into toads and feed them to her cat. Willow had to smile and agree with that logic. Funny thing was she could have done it!
However, her smile was short lived as without warning the stool was lowered towards the water. Willow braced herself for the dunking that was coming her way. She winced as her denim-clad legs entered the water. It soaked through her trainers, moved up her calves and then she gasped as the cool water began to work its way up her thighs where the denim was stretched tight over her skin. Then it penetrated her crotch soaking her underwear and ran around her rear. Soon her jeans were soaked through completely and Willow was dunked up to her waist. She stared at her submerged jeans and moved her legs around a bit feeling the sensation as the water moved around and in her leg wear.
She steeled herself for a full soaking, but to her surprise the stool began to lift and slowly she came out of the water. There were new sensations as the water began to flow out of her jeans. First it drained down from her rear and crotch, a sensation that brought a little smile to her face. Then as her thighs came out of the water so she felt the tight wet cling of the denim on her thighs. She looked at the way the material had gone a darker shade of blue and gleamed with the wet. All the while water was still running down from her crotch and rear. Then she was out of the water completely. She wriggled her toes in her soaked socks and watched the water pouring out of her trainers.
She gasped at the feel of the wet denim hugging her legs. It felt good, almost as good as the feel of her dress the other day. She looked around and caught Tara's eye. Her girlfriend was laughing and beside her Dawn was clicking away with a camera. Willow hoped the youngster had her finger over the damn lens.
Then Willow began to wonder how many Websites she might end up appearing on. A boy at High School (seems so long ago) had delighted in showing off websites that featured women in various states of wet clothing. He hadn't been so delighted when he got caught, but if you play with fire...
People were now pointing at her. Suddenly Willow felt rather exposed sat in her wet jeans. The warlock whispered, "Lovely thighs you got my girl."
Before Willow could give a suitable reply she was being lowered into the water again. This time the shock of her jeans entering the water wasn't so bad as they were already soaked right through. However, this time the dunking didn't stop at her waist. It continued and now the wetness began to inch its way up her pale blue blouse. The guys doing the lowering were sadistically ensuring the whole operation went as slowly as possible.
Willow gave another little gasp as the water reached up to her belly button. She felt her nipples begin to harden in anticipation of the inevitable soaking to come. And come it sure did. There was going to be no respite on this occasion. In she went to a growing cheer from the crowd. She squirmed as the water soaked through the blouse to penetrate her bra. Ooohhh that felt good. Tara didn't know what she was missing! Then the water was to her chin and she was completely soaked to the skin. A big cheer went up from the crowd.
To her relief, she wasn't dunked completely under to see is she did drown. Once her clothing was saturated she was brought up again. New sensations filled her now as the water ran down her clinging blouse. It stuck tight to her skin especially over her breasts. Willow was relieved she was wearing a good bra. No doubt a fair few in the crowd were a bit disappointed that the clinging material over her chest wasn't revealing more.
And then she was out of the water, soaked to the skin. The warlock undid the restraints and helped her off the stool onto the little platform. As Willow stood she grimaced as more water ran down her body. The blouse and jeans were clinging to her skin and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. He held her right arm aloft like a referee with a winning boxer. Water ran down her arm. The crowd cheered.
The warlock whispered, "Let's give them a surprise shall we, girl?"
Willow raised an enquiring eyebrow, but as he looked skywards she got the message and grinned. "Why not?"
And suddenly it began to rain. Heavy rain. Torrential rain. All from a clear blue sky. Most people were too stunned to react for a moment and that hesitation was enough to guarantee them an utter drenching.
Willow stared through the torrent at her friends. Buffy in her clinging red slacks and almost transparent white t-shirt, Xander in his jeans now as soaked as were Willows. Dawn in her short red skirt that was hugging her thighs and pink top that cluing to every curve on her body. And finally Tara, who was the only other one there who knew exactly what was going on. Willow thought how sexily dishevelled she looked in her gleaming black slacks and white sweater. And somewhere else in the crowd would be poor old Giles in wet tweeds, desperately trying to dry his glasses and wishing he'd never invited the Scoobies over to his homeland.
As the rain belted down on her thoroughly saturated clothing, Willow looked again at her friends now entering into the spirit of things and enjoying their impromptu soaking. Something told her to relish this moment, because in the world they moved in it could be the last truly happy time they might have...