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 In an abandoned old house, mischievous magic was being forged by Avara the
witch.  She wasn't just dressed up as a witch.  She was the real thing. 
She was tall, standing just over six feet.  She had a killer body, long,
strong legs, a rounded figure with very evident musculature at legs,
shoulders, back and belly, and she had some outstanding, big tits.  She had
light skin, golden blonde hair, green eyes and a deceptively sweet face. 
Of course she was wearing a tall, pointed, black hat.  her dress was
stylishly ragged at the edges, revealing one leg and a nice but not
overdone amount of cleavage.

   She was deciding what kind of trouble she would get up to this
halloween. She had her cauldron ready along with her crystal ball, magic
mirror and books and potions.  There was also a fireplace with green flame
in it, but that flame went out suddenly much to Avara's surprise.  Santa
slipped out of that fireplace with a loud "Ho Ho Ho."

   Naturally she was startled.  "Santa Claus!  What do you think you're
doing out on halloween?  It was foolish of you to come here.  This isn't a
day for nice magic."

   Santa was unaffected by her power.  "It's true, magic for nice boys and
girls comes only at Christmas time, but I can use my power for the naughty
list any time of year.  And it's early in the morning.  Your powers aren't
at their height."

   Avara was more than surprised that he could resist her that easily.  She
could tell that he had the upper hand.  His magic might have been quaint,
but he had been practicing it for centuries.  She tried not to look
worried. "Is that why you're here?  You think I'm afraid of your naughty
list?"

   "You will be after your trial."

   "Trial?  Don't be silly, old man.  There hasn't been a witch trial for a
century."

   Santa just smiled knowingly and wrapped an arm around Avara's waist. 
With a whoosh, they both swept back up the chimney.  Avara could barely
tell that she was even moving until they stopped in a very bland looking
court room.  "How did we get here?  There isn't even a chimney for you to
come down."

   Several loud pops sounded, and sweetly scented, brightly colored smoke
puffs appeared as a large number of people arrived the same way Santa had.
There was Judge Sharper, his bailiffs, twelve people in the jury box and a
crowd of people in seats to watch.  Everyone looked rather confused.  Santa
explained, "Everyone, calm down.  You're here to witness and take part in
the trial of your local witch Avara." Most everyone was surprised to hear
that there was a local witch.  Santa said, "Have any of you noticed strange
weather?  Animals acting oddly?  Unexplained accidents?  There has been
some witch craft at work in your city, even if you didn't know it.  So
Avara here will be put on trial for malicious witchcraft.

   Judge Sharper had to say, "Witchcraft isn't exactly illegal any more."

   One of Santa's elves handed the judge a document that explained it. 
"According to the international laws of sorcery a qualified agent, such as
Santa Claus, can enforce legal action in the case of covert acts of
deliberately malicious magic." He went on for a bit as Judge Sharper read
the document.

   The Judge shrugged, "It all sounds a bit made up, but since you've gone
to all this trouble, I'll play along.  Who is the accused?"

   "I guess I am.  Avara Vermillion."

   "Do you have counsel?"

   A very pretty woman in glasses with short brown hair and a smart fitting
suit said, "It looks like I'm going to defend her."

   The Judge shrugged.  "Eloise Lock.  If a witch had a lawyer, I guess it
would be you." Yes, that's right.  Not only was Avara the witch on the
naughty list, so was her appointed lawyer.

   Santa said happily, "I'll be the prosecutor."

   "Objection," Miss Lock said, "Mr.  Claus isn't qualified."

   "Over ruled.  This is a supernatural case, so a supernatural agent like
Santa Claus is fit to practice."

   Santa said, "And you'll have to give me your shoes and your tie."

   "Excuse me?" Miss Lock said.

   "Every time you make an objection that's over ruled, you lose some
clothing."

   "I -- uh, what?"

   Judge Sharper was happy with that rule.  He said, "Bailiff, take the
items."

   Seeing that she was going to lose them whether she wanted to or not,
Eloise slipped off her shoes and started undoing her tie.  She handed them
over with confidence.  She didn't think this rule was going to cost her any
more than that.  Of course you already know better.  Both Santa Claus and
Captain Quixote play a rigged game.

   "First witness," the Judge said.

   "The prosecution calls Ed Barly." From the audience, a rotund older
gentleman approached the stand.  Under questioning he told about series of
freakish power outages and the way the weather was unfailingly a freezing
downpour during any of the local football games.  Several other people were
called with similar accounts of impossible car trouble, sudden illnesses,
trouble with fleas, muddy water from every tap, unexplainable fires and
bizarrely malfunctioning appliances.  None of them knew the cause of these
things, but almost all of them were ready to believe that someone was
behind it all once it was pointed out.  This brought an objection from
Avara's attorney, "Mister Claus is leading the witness!"

   "Over ruled!  And give us either your blouse or your skirt."

   "What?" But the judge was serious.  Miss Lock looked around the court
room to find that she had little sympathy from anyone.  "Uhm, can I make it
my necklace and bracelet instead?" The Judge, with a sinister grin, shook
his head.  Eloise gulped, shuddered and settled on dropping her skirt.  She
was made to stand up where everyone could watch easily.  As the skirt slid
off, she heard some soft but happy sounds of approval from the audience. 
Her legs in their stockings and garters were fabulous.  Her blouse was long
enough that it covered most of her panties though.

   You'd think she would know better than to object again immediately, but
Eloise was just too much a lawyer not to feel indignation at the way the
rule of law was being flouted.  After two more witnesses had been convinced
to say they thought their troubles might have come from witchcraft, Eloise
had to shout out, "Objection!  This is all hearsay!  These witnesses have
no way of knowing that witchcraft is involved at all!"

   "Over ruled," Judge Sharper said happily.  "Don't you find it highly
coincidental that all these things have happened in a short time?"

   "Coincidences happen, your honor."

   "I'm afraid that will cost you your blouse."

   "What?  No!  Objection withdrawn!"

   The Judge just held his hand forward gesturing that he wanted what he
asked for.  Miss Lock couldn't help looking around at all the people who
were about to see her in nothing but her underwear.  She tried to remain as
stoic as possible as she unbuttoned, but the rosy blush on her cheeks told
everyone just how she really felt.  When she had that off, her figure
became very evident.  It was the kind of body that seemed a modest one at
first glance, but then you noticed just how lovely and poetic every curve
was.  The flow of her body was a gentle and graceful and delicious one. 
All that covered it was white bra, panties, garter belt and stockings.  And
of course her bracelet, wristwatch, necklace and glasses, all of which made
her look the part of half naked lawyer.

   "Next," Santa said, "I call Rosaleen Clara to the stand." It was a name
that was fairly well known in town, and even those who didn't know her by
name knew her on sight.  The woman was a knock out.  She had long,
wavy-curly, dark brown hair, dark latin skin, and a curvaceous va voom
body. Santa asked her, "Miss Clara, would you tell us about the day you
lost your clothing at the local grocery store.

   The very mention of that incident brought a blush to Rosaleen's face. 
"Do I have to talk about that?" She was urged on by both the christmassy
prosecutor and the judge.  "Well, all right.  I was in Rose's Grocery when
it happened.  I was in the checkout lane waiting when I felt this odd
tingle.  I even asked if anyone else felt it.  Then it was very warm and
all of a sudden."

   "All of a sudden, what, Miss Clara?"

   "Oh, my dress just sort of fell off like every seam came apart.  I was
standing there without it while everyone was just staring.  No one helped."

   Someone from the audience shouted, "What were we supposed to do?"

   The gavel banged, "Quiet in the court room please."

   Santa resumed his questioning.  "What were you wearing when the dress
fell off?"

   "I, I wasn't wearing, I didn't have on any bra at all.  Just my favorite
panties."

   "My favorites too!" someone shouted.

   Rosaleen tried to glare, but she didn't know who had said that.  All she
knew was that everyone seemed to enjoy hearing this.  Santa asked her, "So
your tits were showing to everyone."

   "What?  I, yes.  I covered up, you know?"

   "Then what happened?"

   "I, Santa, isn't that enough?" Apparently it wasn't.  "Oh, all right, my
panties fell away too.  I was buck naked with everyone gawking at me! 
Everyone got to see everything."

   "And what do you think caused that?"

   "How do I know?  If all these other stories are true, then it might have
been magic.  I guess I can't think of anything else that could make that
happen."

   "Fair enough.  Could you give us a demonstration of what everyone saw
please?"

   "WHAT?"

   Miss Lock stood up with authority, "Objection, this is entirely
unnecessary."

   Judge Sharper almost agreed with her, not that he wanted to.  Then he
said, "Counsel will approach the bench."

   Santa explained it.  "First of all, Miss Clara is on my naughty list and
this will be a very appropriate punishment for that.  Second, if Avara
caused it, then she'll give herself away by helping."

   "And why would she do that?"

   "Avara is not exactly a master of the dark arts.  A lot of what she
accomplishes she does through instinct.  She won't be able to keep herself
from duplicating her earlier performance.  It's just in the nature of her
magic and her personality."

   Judge Sharper shrugged, "Well, I can't say I understand that, but if you
think it will help."

   Miss Lock argued against it of course, but I'd rather just get back to
the story now.  Rosaleen was asked to move to where everyone could see her.
Judge Sharper didn't bother hiding his lecherous smile when he ordered her
to remove her dress.  Of course she protested.  "Judge!  Why do I have to
do this?  You can't make me do this!"

   The Judge said, "If I have to, I'll have Bailiff Romero take your
dress."

   "You wouldn't dare!  Romero, stay away!" But it happened just as both
Judge Sharper and Bailiff Romero would have hoped for.  Romero was both big
and strong and he didn't like Rosaleen anyway.  He had a hold of her, one
arm around her waist while she struggled to get away.  "No!  NO!  Stop it!
STOP IT!" One shoulder of her dress was torn down, then the other.  She was
helpless to stop it as she as her dress was torn completely away.  At least
this time she had worn a bra, but her fabulous, round breasted, curve
hipped, full butt, leggy body was one hell of a sight in her lingerie.

   She stood there and quivered as all eyes openly stared at her.  Then,
with a lovely little cackle, Avara did exactly as Santa Claus predicted. 
With an obvious wave of her hand, accompanied by a bit of a glow, she
finished the job.  Rosaleen's bra and panties dropped away from her body,
baring her knockers and brown bush for the court.  She squawked with
exceptional skill as she tried to throw her arms over herself.  She had her
beaver covered, but her other arm was at an angle that didn't really cover
either breast.

   Avara realized what she had done.  She cursed herself for her magical
addiction.  It was harder than giving up cigarettes.  Since she had already
humiliated Rosaleen this way, it was just so easy to do it again.  In fact,
she was hard pressed to stop herself from doing more.  Miss Lock saw a bit
of magical build up at Avara's hands.  "Stop it!  You're losing our case!"
Magical energy formed at Rosaleen's wrists and ankles that moved her arms
away and held her in place.  The lovely lady shrieked again and again with
brief pauses.  The crowd was all laughs and shouts until the judge hammered
his gavel.  Then, having to be quieter, the crowd was all a murmur at the
sight.

   Judge Sharper decided to get in on the act.  "Avara, if you could turn
her around so that I could see."

   "Avara, don't!" But Miss Lock's warning wasn't heeded.  Rosaleen turned
in place, giving the grateful judge a great view of her full frontal
nudity. The delectable derrierre he had already been ogling became a show
for the crowd.  Finishing the show, Avara even turned Rosaleen to give the
jury a good, long look while the poor, naked woman squirmed and teared up.

   Judge Sharper couldn't keep the smile off his face.  "Bailiff, could you
tag miss Clara as exhibit A?" The Bailiff did that, putting around her
wrist a tag that labeled her as evidence.  He then handcuffed her as she
led her to one side, but not so far that people couldn't still easily see
her.

   "Why am I handcuffed?"

   "You're exhibit A, so I'm making sure you're exhibited."

   "That's not what that means!  Judge!"

   "Quiet please, Miss Clara.  I've got a trial on right now.  Santa, are
there any more exhibits of this kind?"

   Despite the Judge's hopeful tone, Santa had to disappoint him.  "There
are a few other instances of such stories, but none of those women are on
the naughty list, so I'd rather leave them their dignity."

   "Very well." The Judge shrugged, but he supposed Santa was right.

   Naked Rosaleen shouted to Miss Lock, "Tell them they can't do this!"

   "And make another objection?  I'm down to my underwear here!"

   Santa moved the trial along.  "Your honor, a witch trial requires an
examination of the accused.  Somewhere on her body will be certain tell
tale marks, a mole in the shape of a star, a dark cresent moon and the word
Witch."

   Avara whispered to her attorney, "You can't let them do that.  They'll
find those marks."

   "You actually have the word witch tatooed on you?  That's stupid!"

   Santa said gently, "Avara, if you could come here."

   Miss Lock really, really, really didn't want to say it, but she felt
obligated.  "Objection your honor.  We don't have an expert on witchcraft
to verify this."

   Judge Sharper shook his head.  "Miss Lock, Santa Claus is obviously an
expert on sorcery of all kinds.  Over ruled.  And you'll have to give up
that bra."

   "What?  No, I've got my stockings.  You can have some jewelry.  You can
even take my glasses, but don't make me give you my bra!" The Judge was
adamant.  She was told to stand up, which she did.  Eloise shuddered and
refused to look around.  She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.
She looked entirely dignified as she slipped it off carefully, keeping her
breasts covered with one arm the entire time.  With proud strides, she
carried it to the bench where the Judge happily accepted it.  He told her,
"I'm afraid that won't do, Miss Lock.  You'll have to give everyone an
eyefull."

   She sneered visciously, but she knew it was no use to refuse.  Turning
in place she dropped her arms.  She stood stiff, arms and legs defiantly
straight.  She looked more angry than anything else as she blushed
brightly. She could hear the whispers from all sides as everyone took in
the sight of her lovelies.  They were modestly sized, with a perfect
pertness that was too elegant to be called perky.  Her nipples seemed to
join in to her stiff limbed pose.  They stood straight and tall, pointing a
bit apart, not quite all the way forward.

   She stormed back to her seat, still refusing to cover as she took her
position next to her client.  She whispered angrily, "I did my best, now
get up there."

   Avara grimaced and walked to where Santa was waiting with a smile. 
Santa told the court, "Since none of these marks are immediately evident,
the defendant's dress will have to be removed."

   Avara started at that.  "Oh no you don't." But of course he did.  Avara
was about to struggle using magic, but she remembered how useless it was
before.  "Wait!  I don't have any of the marks!  Stop!" She couldn't help
trying to pull herself away, but Santa, along with being powerful
magically, was also every bit as strong as he had to be.  His grip on her
wrist felt gentle, but was impossible to break.  His other hand meanwhile
grabbed her dress at the shoulder, completely ignoring her attempt to stop
him.  Avara shouted, "NO!  NO!  You can't let these, these commoners see me
naked!" The dress slipped down, revealing one big, beautiful, creamy
skinned tit "AAAAH!  Stop it!" The other side followed and both of her
bountiful bazooms met the public.  Avara struggled to think of some spell
or charm that might help her, but her embarrassment had her too panicked.
Once the dress was down to her waist, Santa pulled the whole thing off with
one motion like a magician pulling a tablecloth.  Avara wasn't even able to
scream.  Her gorgeous green eyes just stared like spotlights at the
audience and the jury.  A lot of them were just looking her body over now
that she was wearing only a black thong.  It was actually worse when anyone
made eye contact.  Several times Avara saw a happy pair of eyes look right
into hers before hungrily moving down over her voluptuous and powerful
figure.  She felt ridiculous to be whining and protesting, but she couldn't
help it.  "Oh!  At least don't do it like this!  Everyone's looking!  Make
them stop!  Make them stop!  I'm naked!"

   Santa looked over each of her arms meticulously.  He turned her around
so that he could see her back, and that's where he found the first mark. 
"Here is the star." He urged her along to the jury so that they could all
see it.  High up on her left shoulder blade was a birthmark in the
unmistakable shape of a five pointed star.  She was pulled along over to
the Judge next, and as she resisted, her magical mams bounced and swayed
wonderfully.

   Once he was certain that everyone had seen it, Santa pointed to Avara's
right butt cheek.  "Here's the crescent." Right there it was, high up on
that cheek, a little black mark looking like a quarter moon.

   Judge Sharper put on his glasses to make good and certain he saw that
one.  "So it is." She was pulled over to the jury again so that they could
get a good look at her ass and the little mark on it.

   No other mark could be found.  Santa had claimed that the actual word
witch was on her body somewhere, but it was not on her amazing bosom or her
impressive waist or on either of her awe inspiring legs.  Judge Sharper
asked, "What does that mean?"

   Santa snapped the side of her thong, "It means it's under this."

   "NO!  You leave that on!  Don't you dare!" Like her dress, her thong was
slipped off with one quick tug.  There she was, bare naked except for her
hat and shoes.  Her bush was a thick blonde carpet that you could get lost
in.  The court made enough noise at the sight that the Judge had to hammer
his gavel again.  Avara's humiliation at being made a fully nude public
spectacle was too much for her.  She didn't mean to, but she reacted with a
clothing spell that redressed her.  Her new outfit was short enough in the
skirt that most of her legs were showing.  The top had a V neckline that
plunged down to her belly.  It was hard to simply conjure up clothes they
way you wanted them.  The crowd of course simply gasped and sighed and
whispered at this blatant act of magic.

   Avara cursed under her breath, but at least she could keep her dress on
by admitting to the last mark.  "It's on the sole of my left foot!"

   Santa knelt down and slipped Avara's shoe off.  "Here it is." He led her
to the jury box where she had to put up one leg like a ballerina, showing
off the foot that had the word Witch marked on it in fancy lettering.

   The Judge was having fun.  "What's next?"

   Avara shouted, "Haven't you done enough?"

   Judge Sharper told her, "The prosecution has the right to make as strong
a case as it can.  Santa?"

   "Your honor, another sure fire test for a witch is a bare bottom
spanking."

   Avara of course was aghast.  "What?"

   Miss Lock was indignant, but silent for fear of losing any more
clothing.

   Judge Sharper, even though he wanted to humor this request, still had to
ask, "How does that prove anything?"

   Santa explained, "If you spank her long enough, any normal woman's bum
will turn quite pink.  A witch's ass won't no matter how long you spank
her."

   "Proceed," the Judge said, very pleased.

   Santa wrapped an arm around Avara's waist.  She tried again tried and
failed to break away.  He dropped to one knee and bent the defiant witch
over it.  She shouted and pleaded.  Her lawyer couldn't take it. 
"Objection, your honor!  This violates her right against cruel and unusual
punishment."

   Judge Sharper said in a lazy way, "But this isn't a punishment, so I'll
allow it.  Over ruled.  Oh, and Eloise, give me those stockings."

   So it went.  Eloise put had to strip off her stockings while Santa
whipped off Avara's replacement dress.  While some of the crowd ogled the
lawyer's classical legs, others stared at the witch's gorgeous, bare
derrierre.  The stockings were history long before Santa was done.  He kept
swatting away, but as he promised, no sign of it ever showed on Avara.  She
started by whimpering, graduated to whining, and ended up bawling.  Santa
wasn't delivering a really harsh spanking.  That was too much against his
nature.  The humiliation of being stripped to her thong and spanked for a
crowd of onlookers was just too much for the witch.

   Santa helped her up, but it was no respite.  He said, "Bailliff, do you
want to take over here?"

   "NO!" Avara shouted.

   Miss Lock didn't catch herself in time before she shouted, "Objection!
The prosecution has made his point!"

   "Over ruled.  Give up the garter belt.  And Bailliff, have fun."

   Again Miss Lock was on display in the middle of the court room removing
another article, but at least it was quick.  Avara had to endure another
spanking from the bailliff.  After that a few random men from the audience
were invited to help out.  Avara had to put up with five more men's
swatting hands while she was bent over bare assed.  Never once did her butt
have any color other than it's lovely, fair hue.

   Once it was over, Avara summoned up another dress to cover herself, this
one long and flowing, covering every inch of her body.  "Is it over yet?"

   "One last thing," Santa said.  "Your honor, pubic hair shaved from a
witch will not burn."

   Avara was disgusted.  "You've got to be kidding me!"

   Miss Lock stood up, then sat back down.

   Rosaleen, who was still naked and cuffed, shouted, "Can't someone let me
go already?"

   Judge Sharper just shrugged again.  "Carry on."

   The court room doors burst open to let in a flurry of Santa's elves. 
They overran poor Avara and had her held in place while she screamed in
fury.  Santa once again whipped away the beautiful blonde's dress. 
Struggling against the elves, her wonderful boobs were in poetic motion
once again.  With Santa so close, she dared to whisper, "Please don't do
this.  A witch's bush is one of her most prized possessions.  I'd feel weak
without it.  My magic would be cut in half."

   Santa told her, "I think this will inspire you to stay off the naughty
list in years to come." Then he snapped away her thong, baring her gorgeous
blondie to the crowd and the jury.

   Judge Sharper was a bush man though, so he had to ask, "Is it necessary
to remove it all?"

   Santa relented slightly.  "I suppose not, but a significant amount will
have to go and the rest will need to be trimmed down.  It will weaken her
powers until it grows back in."

   Avara shouted her protests again, but it was no good.  Two of Santa's
elves who were masters at their trade went to work on her nether regions,
doing the job so fast and so well that it was over before anyone knew it.
When Avara looked down she was outraged.  Her magical muff cover was
reduced to a sharply pointed triangle above her pussy lips and the
remaining hair was not even a quarter it's usual length.  At that short
level it had a spectacular quality of pointing along with the shape, every
hair aligning with the triangle so well that the blonde color almost
gleamed when the light hit it right.  At first Avara was fuming over the
removal of one of the sources of her magic.  Then she realized that
everyone in the place could not only see her naked, they had a clear view
of her pussy lips.  She shrieked as she held her legs tightly together,
creating a well defined V.  She tried to create another dress, but it took
several minutes the way she was.  She managed to summon up a new dress, but
she still felt the heat of all the stares.

   Santa proved his point that the hairs wouldn't burn.  It was the last
piece of evidence, but the Judge had to know, "Miss Lock, why didn't you
object to that last piece of evidence?"

   "You wouldn't have listened."

   "Local statute 6712-3 forbids any unwilling hair cut of any kind for any
reason.  I would have sustained that objection."

   Avara was about to start a long litany of curses at her attorney, but
what she heard from the Judge was better.  "That's as bad as objecting when
you shouldn't.  It looks like you'll have to give up those panties now."

   Eloise had finally heard enough.  "This is ridiculous!  No matter what I
say or don't say, you take my clothes!"

   "Miss Lock, show some order."

   "Why would I bother?  It doesn't matter what I do!  How can you make it
any worse?"

   "Miss Lock, I find you to be in contempt of court, sentence for which
will be handed down after the trial.  For now, show us what's under there."
He pointed with his gavel at her last bit of protection.

   Eloise realized that she may have made a serious mistake.  She simmered
down as best as she could, blushed scaldingly and gave a furious expression
as she pulled her panties down and off.  She stood there, a formerly proud
attorney, stripped bare pussy naked for everyone in court.  It was like a
nightmare, but it was really happening.  Of course she had to turn in place
so that everyone, judge, jury and audience could get a good look at her
lovely, legal ass and her close trimmed, not quite dark, round cornered,
triangular bush.

   When she sat down her ungrateful client whispered, "Did you like that?"

   "At least I get to keep my bush."

   Santa was finished, so the Judge asked Miss Lock, still blushing, what
she had to offer.  "If the defense rests, can this ridiculous show just get
over with?"

   "Certainly."

   "Then the defense rests.  We throw ourselves on the mercy of the court."

   "Of course closing comments have to be made."

   Eloise groaned, knowing that she would have to get up and parade her
naked self again.  Santa delivered his closing comments with extraordinary
oratory skill.  It wasn't as though he needed it.  Avara had already
convicted herself, and everyone knew it.  Then it was time for Miss Lock.
She stood, adjusted her glasses and approached the jury.  She couldn't make
eye contact with anyone because they were all too busy staring at her body.
"L-Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I really, really just want to sit back
down, so that's what I'll do." It wasn't long after that the jury found
Avara guilty.  With that, the trial was over except for the sentencing.

   The Judge conferred with Santa for a few minutes, and he seemed happy
with whatever was suggested.  "Avara Vermillion, for your crimes of
malicious withcraft, I sentence you to be bared at the stake."

   "Bared?"

   "You will be tied up and displayed in the altogether outside this
courthouse for the remainder of the day."

   "You can't be serious."

   Judge Sharper obviously was, and a great smile accompanied his next
sentence.  "Miss Lock, being in comtempt of court, will join you there."

   "NO!  You can't!"

   The trial, as remarkable as it had been, hadn't really lasted long, so
quite a few hours remained in the day for Avara and Eloise's punishment. 
Santa's elves supplied a small stage with tall posts made to tie the women
to.  Eloise was tied to one, totally naked, tits and pussy on display to an
eagerly waiting crowd.  Avara was put up next to her.  The moment she was
tied, the bailliff tore away her dress so that she too had her fabulous
naked body bared publically.  At a third stake was poor Rosaleen, who
shouted, "Why do I have to do this?  Hey!  I was just a witness!" But she
was on the naughtly list for a number of reasons that Santa read aloud, so
a third gorgeous and totally naked babe was tied there for everyone to see.
It was a nice naked sandwich, a brunette on either side with a blonde in
the middle.

   The crowd whispered and pointed and commented and cheered and smiled. 
The three unfortunate naughties could only whine and blush and occasionally
wriggle in embarrassment.  After only a few minutes of that Eloise
whispered to Avara, "Can't you magic us out of here?"

   "I can't!  There's something about this stage, and anyway when they
shaved me, it reduced my power." Still, while she couldn't escape, Avara
was still able to conjure up yet another dress.  In fact it wasn't just
her, Eloise and Rosaleen were also very grateful to have cover again.  What
they didn't know was that Santa and Judge Sharper had accounted for that.
There was a sign at the front of their display that read IF THE WOMEN ON
STAGE ARE DRESSED, WHOEVER IS CLOSEST IS ALLOWED AND ENCOURAGED TO REMOVE
THEIR CLOTHING.  At the sudden appearance of clothing, several heads turned
to reread that sign.  Then the closest man there bounced up to the tied
ladies as fast as he could.

   "What are you doing?" Rosaleen demanded when he was right in front of
her.

   "How many times have you let my dog out of my yard and then called the
dog catcher?  I'm going to enjoy this." He grabbed the front of the dress
Avara had conjured and started to tear it down the front.

   "HEY!  You can't do that!"

   "YES HE CAN!" the entire crowd shouted together.

   Rosaleen moaned and whined helplessly as one of her hated neighbors kept
ripping away until she was stark naked again.  He grinned at her, "You do
got some great tits though, girl.  And you," he walked across to Eloise,
"were part of that lawsuit that cost my uncle his business." Again he
started ripping away.  A second fuming and naked woman satisfied the crowd.
He told Avara, "I don't know you, but I'm going to enjoy this anyway."
SHRIPP!  RIP!  REND!  TEAR!  Then there she was, a beautiful, big titted
witch trembling and muttering while everyone stared.

   For half an hour or so the three unfortunate naughties remained there,
bare for the public before Avara couldn't take it any more.  She conjured
up three more dresses.  Instantly there was a feeling of relief.  Then
someone else trotted up to do as the sign suggested.  Eloise protested more
eloquently than she had in court, but she was stripped naked again.  Avara
shrieked as her clothes were removed by this brazen stranger.  Rosaleen
thrashed in place, but she couldn't stop him.  So again, it was tits and
pussies for all to see.

   The three women would sometimes complain or hurl insults at the crowd,
but it only seemed to entertain them.  After another short period, Avara's
magical reflexes kicked in again.  Three more dresses were conjured. 
Eloise was furious.  "Stop that!  They're just going to tear them off
again!" She was right too.  It was terrible.  Being stripped naked
repeatedly by various people was more humiliating and degrading than just
being displayed naked.  The crowd loved it though as yet again a lucky
random someone strode up and just blatantly stripped the sexy trio down,
one by one.

   Avara went over forty five minutes that time, but when a news crew
showed up to document and advertise the strange sight it was more than the
witch could bear.  Before the filming even started she had herself, her
lawyer and even Rosaleen covered again.  Rosaleen shouted at her before
Eloise could.  "Can't you stop doing that?"

   "I can't help it!  It's like trying to ignore an itch!  I have to
scratch it."

   Right away someone was ready to move up and get the dresses off.  But
the lead reporter asked politely, "Sir, if you could wait until we're
filming.  It'll only take a moment."

   Eloise panicked.  Not only was she about to have her clothes torn off
for an audience again, it was going to be televised.  "Avara!  Make the
cameras stop!"

   "I don't think so," piped a happy little voice.  Some of Santa's elves
were there to instantly repair any magical damage Avara might try.  The
three women were doomed to television exposure of the worst kind.

   "Are you filming yet?"

   "Go ahead, sir."

   Eloise pleaded desperately for this guy to leave her clothes on.  But
she was stripped butt naked yet again while the crowd cheered and a smiling
reporter commented.  Avara was hard pressed to keep from threatening him
with curses and hexes, but she knew that would only make her punishment
worse, so she stayed viciously silent as her clothes were torn away bit by
bit, baring big tits and sexy, finely trimmed little blondie.d Rosaleen
started belting out insults so frantically that no one could make out a
word of what she was shouting.  Then she too was filmed, boobs and thick,
stand up brown bush bared for the whole community.  She griped quietly,
"Every guy I would never date is seeing me naked."

   Eloise said, "No one is ever going to take me seriously again."

   Avara moaned, "I'm a failure as a witch."

   With the advertising the news had given the odd punishment, the crowd
grew to more than twice the size.  Cameras were a constant.  A hot dog
vendor showed up, assured to make plenty of extra income.  A well
intentioned citizen brought along a little lottery turner so that the
honors of stripping the girls wouldn't have to be first come first serve.

   As hard as she tried, Avara couldn't keep her magic from redressing her
and Eloise and Rosaleen.  Once or twice an hour the unfortunate women were
stripped again, sometimes being felt up in the process.

   At long last, well into the evening, Santa returned to free the naked
trio.  He even allowed Avara to conjure some last clothing for them.  But
he did warn them, "Remember this and stay off the naughty list from now
on."

   Rosaleen gritted her teeth and stormed off.  Eloise shrugged, "I'll do
my best, but I am a lawyer." Avara was the most reformed of them, "From now
on, I'll use my magic for good.