The torture master collects a handful of long steel needles with wooden handles
and inserts the pointed ends into the glowing coals in the brazier.. While they heat he inspects
her distended breasts, poking at the stretched flesh.
Oh please don't do this! I am innocent! I am no witch!
You must believe me! Please!
They always say that. We must inspect you and cleanse your soul to be
sure! Don't you want to save your mortal soul? Confess and this
will end!
I cannot confess to a lie! I am Not a
witch! Why won't you believe me?
Proceed!!!
Durn removes a white hot glowing needle from the brazier,
and grasping the frame holding her left breast touches the point of the needle
just below her nipple and thrusts it into the stretched skin. SSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
It sizzles as the glowing needle slides into her trembling breast.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA! Elisabeth writhes, trying vainly to
twist away from the terrible pain.
He takes up another glowing needle. He jams it into the same breast close
to the other, SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
Elisabeth howls her agony to the darkness above her head. Her mouth wide
as her screams hurl from her. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
Durn takes up yet another of the hellish white hot needles and pushes it into
the same breast. Again and again he sticks more needles into
her. Her screams are ear shattering as she bellows her suffering,
screaming and screaming as he stabs her breast over and over.
SSSSSSSSSSSS!! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
Oh God! Stop!! Stop!!... No more..no
more!!
Have mercy!! Please No more!!!
Taking another needle from the brazier he grasps another needle He grips the other frame,twsting her body to him,and,
with an evil smirk plunges it into her right breast.. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
Tossing her head back Elisabeth screams... and screams.....in agonizing despair..she screams her inhuman pain.
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!
Durn continues on until both breasts look like pin
cushions with multiple long needles sticking from her stretched, crushed
breasts.
The bar under her arms is cutting them from her body. She dangles,, screaming.
Take her down torture master. Maybe a spell on the wheel will get better
results.
A pair of acolytes lower Elisabeth to the dungeon
floor and loosen her bindngs. All she can do is groan and try to curl
up. Too weak to even contemplate removing any of the needles from her
throbbing breasts
They lift her and drag her tortured body to a large iron device She moans and pleas for the needles to be removed
from her breasts. The device is a huge
wheel some 8 feet round of iron bars. Her arms are released from
behind her and raised over her head and secured to cross pieces joining the two
sides of the wheel. The wheel is then rotated till she lies on the
iron cross braces and is standing upright. She whimpers and begs to have
the needles removed. The torture master smirks
and says we are not finished with them slut!!
They continue turning the wheel until her toes leave the floor and she hangs
from her wrists.
OHHHHhhhh NOO!!...Please NOOOOO!
They pause to let her body relax and stretch itself of its own weight, her toes
still some distance above the floor. The acolytes bring heavy stone
weights and fix them to the shackles around her ankles. The weight
stretches her further, pulling her breasts taut and renewing the pain.
Pleasee stop!!.....Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!
Inquisitor Konrad speaks to her. Elisabeth..confess
now and stop this. Only you can stop the questioning..... Confess..you ARE a witch...Confess!!
I am Not a witch! I am Not
a witch!
Very well..Continue then!!!
The brazier is brought to her side. Several heavy rods now immersed in
the hot coals. Durn instructs the acolytes to add even more weights to
her ankles. They comply and there is now more than 20 kilos hanging
from each of her legs, the strain is mind bending.
Elisabeth trembles under the strain, moaning loudly. The needles
protruding from her breasts shaking and quivering as she twists on the
wheel. OOHHhhhhh!! AAAahhhhh!!
He dons leather gauntlets and withdraws an iron from the coals, it's end shimmering, white hot.
Elisabeths eyes nearly bulge from their sockets as she
watches him approach her, her mouth already wide. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
A lecherous leer on his face, Durn reaches out and presses the glowing iron to
Elisabeth's side at her waist and slowly moves it upward till it rests in her
armpit. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!
An unholy scream.... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
is torn from her lips. And again
...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!
He draws the iron back as it cools..A strip of charred flesh
clinging to it.
Elisabeth thrashes and heaves on the ungiving iron bars of the wheel. Still
screaming her agony to the roof..the wailing of a
tormented soul..
He returns the iron to the coals.. He picks another
white hot shimmering bar from the coals.
I cannot!! I am innocent!! PLEASE!!! No more!!!
PLEAASSEEEE!!!!!
Again torture master, again.....
Durn moves to poor Elisabeth, pointing the glowing iron, pressing it's horrific tip to her other side...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!
.sliding it slowly up, up, up till it
rests in her other armpit.
Elisabeth's screams are inhuman. Echoing and reverberating round the
torture chamber. Screaming and screaming her untold agonies. Scream
after scream... Her body writhing and thrashing on the cruel device,
convulsing in unimaginable agony.
Darn removes the iron from her seared flesh and another piece of her flesh
tears away.
Open her he tells the acolytes.. They grasp a foot and
spread it widely to the side, running the ropes tied to the weights over a bar
to hang there. They do the same with her other leg. Her legs are
now spread widely. The weight now not only stretching her body but
threatening to split her in two.
Durn removes another iron from the hot coals. It has a flat square forged
into the end..
He stands in front of Elisabeth. As he reaches out to her she starts
screaming before it even touches high up on the inside of her thigh!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
He exchanges it for another iron just like it. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! he brands her other thigh.
Elisabeth is going mad with pain as she screams again and again, her head
twisting side to side as she suffers under the torture.
Durn turns yet again to his simmering brazier and lifts still another flat
iron. Elisabeth is twisting and struggling, her eyes bulging, her mouth
wide in a continuous scream. He presses this iron to her pudendum..just above her no longer private place.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
