Inquisition

Part 7


The search for and the questioning of those accused, (guilty), persons during the inquisition was never ending.  There was an uninterrupted, constant parade of individuals accused of all manner of transgressions, some actually real, most imagined or charged out of jealousy, envy or just plain malice toward the accused.  What easier way to eliminate an adversary than to rumor they were  a witch, a Satanist, a heretic or any number of so called wrongdoers?

An excellent example is Janna.  A lovely widow in her thirties whose husband had died of one of the common maladies of the age which today would be cured in a moment with one of the myriad of easily obtained and dispensed drugs, or which would even have been  eliminated.  But in those times was mysterious and unexplained. 

It was concluded,by some person/persons, that Janna had cast a terrible spell on her husband and caused his untimely and reportedly painful death.  All patently false.

Janna was summarily seized and brought before Chief Inquisitor Konrad to be charged and made to confess to her terrible deed of casting  said spell, which she of course had not done.

Janna was a strikingly beautiful woman of 36.  Quite tall actually, some 5 feet 8 inches in height, with nearly white blonde hair  flowing down her back.  As we would say today, wonderfully built.   Pleasingly slender with rather large breasts, even for her stature, slim of waist, and carried on very well formed legs. 

Her hands were shackled in front of her.

She was not told of the charges against her when she was taken into custody by the churches minions and brought before Konrad for judgment.  She was of course guilty in his twisted view even before questioning.  He just needed her to confess her monstrous sins and have her words recorded so her soul could be "saved" 

How this would be accomplished he relished with considerable anticipation and  delight.

Konrad enjoyed nothing so much as to watch the ghastly and horrific tortures of exquisite females. Listening to the inhuman screams torn from their tortured bodies..

"You have been accused and brought here because you are said to have cast a spell on your unfortunate husband causing him to die of a terrible malady.  What have you so say?"

"That is untrue!  I loved my husband very much.  He died of the same sickness which plagues our country and has killed so many of our people."

"We have information which says he was in fine health until you were seen arguing with him, then, he suddenly became sick a few days later and succumbed in a very short time."

"No! No!  We disagreed on a matter of a family affair."

"That is not what we have been told.  You have been at one another's displeasure for some time."

"That is not true!  We have always been very close and neither of us would want anything unpleasant to happen to the other.   We were very much in love and happy."

"A likely story by a disciple of the devil!!"

"The Devil?   What do you mean?"

"I mean you are a witch and one of the devils whores.   You will confess to that so we may save your mortal soul!!!"

"That's crazy!  I'm no witch!  I am an honest God fearing Christian and would have nothing to do with such evil goings on."

"An expected answer from one of his vassal whores.  You will confess or we will employ methods to force you to admit your unholy alliance with that archfiend.  Confess now and save yourself much tribulation.!"

"I cannot confess to such an absurdity!  I am No Witch! I despise and abhor that demon and all he stands for!"

"Such talk in this holy place of that Prince of Darkness!  You will will be questioned and Will confess to being a tool of Satan and burn for it."

"NO!  You cannot do this!  I am innocent of this despicable charge.!"

"Enough of these lies! Bring our friend Gurd please!  He has a ways with this kind of recalcitrant witch!"

"But I am not a witch I tell you!"

"SILENCE bind her and secure her to that pillar till our dungeon master arrives. She will soon change her tune.  I'm sure she will sing quite nicely for us...  Yes quite nicely indeed."

The acolytes seized Jamma and drug her to a stone column, chaining her wrists to a ring in the stone. 


Gurd, the hulking Neanderthal like torture master of the dungeon lumbered through the door of the chamber.   He wore a black hood with eye holes through which large green malevolent eyes leered.  His huge hairy arms hung like tree limbs at his side, his body ,hulking  and brawny muscled, covered with more hair.  His legs columns of bulging muscle like  pillars of stone likewise covered in matted hair.   His only covering a filthy stained leather apron which hung from his hips. 

"Your Grace called?"

"Yes Gurd, this devils spawn of a witch cursed her husband causing him to die.   She must confess her sins to me but she refuses to recant  being a servant of Beelzebub!  I am sure you will be able to convince her to see the error of her ways."

Gurd looks Jamma over and nods.   "It will be a very great pleasure Your Grace.   Very pleasant to be sure!"

Gurd turns to several men standing to one side who have been watching the procedures with rapt attention.  These are local degenerates who have paid handsomely to "assist" in the questioning.  

It is a common and lucrative source of income to Konrad to  allow those able to afford it to pay money into the Inquisitors coffers to be permitted to not only observe but to some extent participate in the "questioning" of a victim.  There were many depraved, twisted individuals eager to take part in the inhuman torture of these helpless woman.

"Strip the whore naked for her 'master'!"

"NO! NO!  Stop!  You can't do this!  It is against all decency!"

"Decency?   You dare talk to me of Decency you whore of that ungodly bastard?  Do as I say!   And be quick about it!  I want to see if the fruit will match the wrapping!"

The henchman descended on poor Jamma and tore at her clothes, ripping and tearing her dress and undergarments.  She soon stood naked, quaking, chained to  the stone column.

Gurd strode to her, looking her up and down, taking in the magnificent breasts, the slender shapely body. He reached out with a hand so huge it covered her overly ample breast squeezing first one then the other.

"Stop! Stop!  Don't touch me you beast!"

"Before long you will be pleading with me to squeeze them if the pain will stop!   You will scream for me my sweet one.   You will scream loud enough for them to hear you in Rome!."  

"Stop!  Get away from me you,,you creature!"

"Do you hear that Your Grace?  I am a "creature" 

Grasping her breast in his huge palm he squeezed and twisted it, crushing the nipple .  "You are going to find out quite rapidly just what kind of "creature" I am.  I am going to enjoy this with more pleasure than I have had in many days."

"Get on with it expostulated Konrad.  I want to hear her.......confession.  You will do whatever is necessary to secure it.   Do make it last though.  You know how I do enjoy the "music".  

Her wrists are unshackled and she is led under chains hanging from the ceiling between two stone columns about 10 feet apart.  Her wrists are cuffed in iron bands then stretched to the side and hooked  to rings in the columns a little above shoulder height.  Shackles are placed on her ankles and by means of short chains fastened to rings in the floor at the base of the columns. 

Gurd takes a leather harness and places it over her head.  It consists of a wide leather collar around her neck, wide enough that she must tilt her head back slightly.  Two straps extend from the collar up beside her mouth and nose to join at her forehead then continue over her head and rejoin the collar at the back of her neck.  Another strap is fastened to extend around her head at the level of her forehead.  A strap around her head and across her mouth which is held wide open by a leather covered ring inserted behind her teeth, forcing her mouth open nearly to the point of dislocation. 

A chain hanging from the ceiling is hooked to a heavy ring in the top of the harness.   A crank on the column is turned and with a clanking sound the chain rises, the harness with it,,,and her head, encased in it, with it..  It is raised until Jamma is forced to her toes.. The chains spreading her arms are shortened till she is spread as if crucified.  As she is raised further her legs are drug further and further apart.  She is hanging clear of the stone floor ,by her head encased in the brutal harness, her mouth gaping wide in a fixed grimace.  Her body stretched taut. 

Jamma is trembling in terror.  She knows not what monstrous things this animal plans to do.  She quivers and tries to speak but all that she can utter are  unintelligible grunts  She tries to struggle but is too tightly bound.

"Now my recalcitrant whore we shall see just how well you are able to sing for us." 

The lookers-on stand in slavering eagerness for her torture to begin.  Some already pressing down on bulging crotches.  

Gurd proceeds to the wall and selects a whip.  A 6 foot long single-tail lash.  He walks around behind Jamma swishing the whip back and forth along the floor.  He raises his arm and snaps it
CRRRRAAACCKKKKKK!

Jamma jerks in anticipation.   Her eyes, framed by the cruel leather harness, wide in terror, dart back and forth.  Her voluptuous body is suspended by her head and spread wide for her beating at the hands of this sadistic cretin. 

Konrad licks his lips in eager expectancy, his hands clenching and unclenching.  

"If you wish to confess now and stop this, nod your head."

Jamma shakily shakes her head NO.

"Do your duty torture master!"

Gurd growls and drawing back his huge muscled arm slashes the whip into Jamma's naked back.  CCRRRRRRAAAAACCCKKKKK!!!

uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooo!!!

CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

oooooOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

CRRRRRRRAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!


CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!!!!
CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

Gurd lashes Jamma's back, across her shoulders, down her slender torso.

CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAA!

He stripes her firm derriere,the backs of her thighs....and lashes her body back up to her shoulders.   

Then starts again across her pain wracked body.  Angry red welts and ridges crisscross her body.   The torture sweat runs from her tormented flesh...  Still he lashes her tortured back and legs.

CRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!

Jamma's howls of agony bounce from the stone walls.    She screams and screams.....

Finally he pauses.   

"Ready to confess witch asks Konrad?"

Jamma shakes her head and wails thru the ring gag.

"Continue!"

Gurd walks around in front of Jamma.  He looks into her face,,,then down.  Slowly swinging the single-tail back and forth.

Her eyes bulge from their sockets she looks down at the instrument of her torment frantically shaking her head,,NO NO he can't be contemplating the unthinkable.

Taking his stance he slashes out with the instrument of terror.
CCCRRRRRRRRRRRRRAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!
Across her lower abdomen.   
CRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!
Across he hips,,then her upper thighs, upward to her belly, over her ribcage.  Up and down.
CRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!!
CRRRRAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!!
Up and down!

The screams and groans shrill thru the ring gag as Jamma shrieks her agony, her head held immobile in the stupefying horrible harness.  

Gurd pauses and looks at her,  the tears and sweat drip from her body.  She shivers and shakes, vainly trying to escape her torture.  His eyes fix firmly on her unmarked mammary flesh.     He swings his lash.......
CRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Across the lower sides of those magnificent globes.    Twice directly across her tender nipple peaks!!!  Again and again her slashes the cruel whip over her breasts.  They are stained and welt marked by his whip.  A particularly vicious blow cuts across both nipples....An inhuman wail of excruciating inhuman pain springs from her wide open mouth, her lungs fairly bursting as she howls her agony to the walls, and goes limp.

"Such a pity Gurd!  You were just getting her in tune with you too!"

"Take her down and let her lie on our lush little bed over by the wall.  We can continue when she revives."


Jamma slowly returns to consciousness, lying on her back on a hard surface.   She tries to move but she cannot move her arms.    It takes only a moment for her realize she is lying on a wooden platform, her arms raised above her head, her legs stretched and spread.    They have moved her to the rack.  Gone is the diabolical head harness. 

Her arms are fully extended and securely tied to a stout wooden crosspiece shoulder width apart, which in turn is connected to the large spoked wheel with its ratchet.   Her legs are stretched down and spread wide at least six feet apart to their own separate winding mechanisms.  Each leg may be stretched individually as desired.

"Well welcome back princess!.. Did you have a nice rest?"

"Let me go!  I am innocent!"   

"Confess my dear and this will all end."

"I am innocent!  I am not a witch!  You must believe me!....Let me googol!!!"

"You are guilty of witchcraft, conjuring and heresy!   Confess witch!   Confess and we will release you."

"Release me?    You will release me to the stake if I confess!  You are a  vile imposter of a priest!"

"It will be quicker than what I have in  mind for you.   Vile priest!   You will pay for that you devils whore!   You will pay dearly!"


"RACK HER!!!!!!!!!!!"