Inquisition

Part 8


Jamma is spread on the rack!  Konrad has told the torture master to proceed, to "Rack Her"

Gurd smiles and nods his head to one of the watchers who paid to take part in Jamma's torture.   He eagerly rushes to the head of the rack and grasping the wheel starts turning it to stretch poor Jamma.

Her ordeal by torture begins.  The roller at the top end turns slowly, tightening the chains fastened to the shackles around her wrists.  As they draw her upward her legs are stretched even wider as she is drawn tighter, stretched.  The ratchet clacks away at each tooth of the cog.  CLACK!   CLACK!  CLACK!!

Jamma is pulled to the limit of her reach. 

"Last chance whore!... Confess as avoid the rending asunder of you body!"

"I am innocent!  I have nothing to confess!!"

Konrad smirks and nods his head to Gurd.

The pervert at the wheel leans into it,,, CLACK!...CLACK!

Jamma gasps as the first straining of her limbs is felt.  She feels the muscles pulling against the iron greaves at wrist and ankle.   The ungiving metal digging into her flesh.

CLACK!...CLACK!....CLACK!

ooooOOOOOOOO!!

The grinning degenerate is fairly drooling at the unholy display of Jamma's body.  His eyes devouring her strained breasts, her  lower torso stretched flat as he continues turning the hellish wheel.

Jamma feels the tendons of her arms and legs stretching taut, straining to keep her from being torn asunder.   The pain lances up and down her arms from shoulder to wrist like bolt of fire.   Her legs shuddering as they are drawn further and further from her hips..

EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!   Screams are hurled from her open mouth.  She thrashes her head from side to side, wailing in agony as the wheel inexorably turns.

CLACK!  CLACK!   

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

CLACK!  CLACK!!

Pain like a dagger being thrust into her shoulder stabs through her as with a sickening click the bone slips from it's socket.

NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

A few seconds later the other shoulder disjoints!

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

The wheel turner pauses at Gurd's signal.

Jamma is bowed from the platform.  Her torn joints screaming in indescribable pain.

She is bellowing in agony, her eyes bulging as the intense pain courses through her.  Her screams are continuous, she writhes and screams, and screams.   The shrill shrieking echoes from the stone walls and ceiling. 

Konrad is beaming and nodding his head in delight.  Nothing so satisfying as to hear a lovely female screaming in incredible agony.  Her screams of anguish and terror thrilling him to the core.   He makes a motion to Gurd to halt further stretching of Jamma's quaking tortured body.

Gurd stops the depraved individual at the wheel.   He sticks an iron bar in the chain links to insure they do not loosen.

Jamma is screaming for mercy.  "Please!    No more!  Mercy! I beg of you!....."

"All you need do is confess my child."

"In God's name I swear I have nothing to confess!!  I am innocent!  I am innocent!  Stop!" 

"You dare use his name  denying your being a devils whore?  Leave her.   I have others to convince of their misguided devil worship.   Come we will go to another chamber to question them."

"NOOOOO!!!    You can't leave me like this!!   Stop!  Come back!   Release me!  NOOOOOOO!!!"

"You may think of your transgressions against the church while we are gone.  Confess and you will be freed."

"NOO!  NOOO!! I'm not a witch!  I am innocent!   Don't leave me this way!  YYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Konrad, Gurd and the onlookers leave Jamma.  Stretched upon the hellish rack.  Her limbs half torn from her body. Screaming in abject agony.

An hour passes.  Jamma screams and screams.   They reverberate from the cold stone of the torture chamber.  She begs for release, the agonizing pain is driving her mad.  No one hears.  She is alone in her excruciating agony.

Another hour goes by.  The pain is unending.  Rather than abating as her body acclimates to the tearing of her body, it grows.  Worsening with each passing minute.  The agony shoots from joint to joint,protesting the tearing of muscle and ligament.  The pain grows and increases.  Her screams go on and on. 

Another hour.  Jamma is babbling and whimpering as she lies on her bed of torture.  Her head rolls from side to side as she pleads for mercy.   "Stop the pain!  Stop the pain!  I am innocent!!  Dear God help me!   Hellllp meeeeee!" Jamma passes in and out of lucidness.   But always there is the unrelenting pain. 

Another hour passes.  Jamma is quivering and twitching.  She pleads, she begs.  She will do anything.   Just stop the unrelenting torment of her stretched body.

Konrad and his helpmeets return.  While the oaken door to the chamber of horrors is open it is possible to hear the long uninterrupted screaming of a tortured woman from another chamber. 

"Well my child. Have you reconsidered your position and are ready to confess?"

"Oh God, please,  Please!  Stop this torment!  I can't stand anymore!   Pleaseee!"

"Of  course.   All you need do is confess you are a disciple of Satan and a witch!   It will then be over."

"NO!  NO!  NO! NO! NO!  I am NOT a witch!!  I cannot confess to such an unholy thing!  Have mercy!   Mercy, I'm begging you!  Please stop!"

"Enough of these lies.  Torture Master; do your work.  And don't spare exertion."

"Gladly Your Grace!"

He turns to the henchman and says, "another notch to ensure it has not loosened"

Gleefully the henchman leaps to the wheel.  CLACK!   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
CLACK!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Gurd goes to a table by the rack and picks up a large pair of pinchers and thrusts them into the brazier.   It takes but a few minutes for them to become white shimmering hot. 

Jamma watches with her eyes nearly jumping from their sockets, her body trembling.

Gurd pulls the pinchers from the brazier and approaches Jamma.

Jamma tries to shrink away but only succeeds in adding to the rending pain in her arms. "Oh my God No!   NOOOOOO!"

He places the shimmering iron jaws around one of Jamma's nipples, and closes them, crushing her nipple in a searing, hissing maiming of her flesh!  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!     Then twists and pulls at the incinerated nub!

Jamma rises from the planks the muscles of her torso convulsing at the supreme destruction of her screaming flesh! A scream of insane agony issues from her wide stretched lips and goes on for what seems unending.  

While Gurd was tearing at Jamma's nipple, one of the henchman placed several other instruments into the brazier.  Gurd withdrew an iron with a spoon shaped end, glowing in white hot radiance.   He returned to Jamma's side. Jamma shivered and quaked, eyes wide in terror.

"NoooooOOOOOOOOO!"

Gurd merely smiles and touches the glowing end of the iron to Jamma's side just below the ribcage, sliding it up and in on her torso, up,up to stop between her shaking breasts, sizzling and sputtering!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Jamma is thrashing her head, screaming.  In spite of the horrendous pain to her arms she arches up from the rack,bellowing and howling as Gurd tortures her with the iron.  Wisps of steam and smoke rise from the trail of the wicked tool.

Konrad is beaming as Jamma's screams crescendo and vibrate from the ceiling.  So fortunate is he to be entrusted with the wringing of confessions from such lovely woman.  His most passionate desires fulfilled by their screams.   "Continue,,,,,,please!"

Leaving the brazier for the time being,  Gurd goes to the wall  and returns with a cane of bamboo.   He swishes it through the air a few times and walks around to Jamma's other side. 

Jamma is weeping and whimpering, her head now rolling from side to side constantly.   Watching Gurd approach she shrinks back, her eyes wide in disbelief that he has yet more torture to inflict on her ravaged body.  

He taps the end of the cane on the side of the rack.  "Ready my stubborn whore?"

'God No!...No more!.....Please Stoppp!"

"A soon as you confess"

"I cannot!  I am innocent!"

"As you wish!"   Gurd raises his arm and with all his tremendous strength slashes the cane down across the inside  Jamma's wide spread thigh.  Again and again.  Up and down the insides of her thighs he lashes her stretched flesh.  Stripes and welts rise on her tender skin.   Moving up her whips her lower belly and up to the bottom of her ribcage.  He pauses.  His eyes travel upwards and rest upon her glorious breasts.   The one seared with the terrible iron, the nipple crushed in the horrible pinchers.

Seeing his gaze Jamma frantically shakes her head.   No reasonable human could even contemplate it.  It would be unthinkable by any sane mind.  But no one has ever accused Gurd of being reasonable OR sane when it comes to the torture of woman.

He raises the cane high overhead and viciously lashes it down across both Jamma's heaving breasts. It sinks into the soft flesh, almost disappearing.

Jamma bucks and convulses, tearing at her displaced arms,,,,,screming........
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Again and again Gurd lashes Jamma's tormented breasts.    10-20,,,,,,30 times he flogs and scourges those sumptuous mounds.

Jamma screams and twists with each blow as Gurd flogs her mammary globes.

Gurd moves away from her side and goes to her feet to start a new attack on her.  But Jamma is slack on the rack.  She has mercifully  finally slipped into the dark blackness of unconsciousness.

"Sorry Your Grace!  She seems to have left us temporarily!"

"Pity!   It was beginning to become interesting.   Leave her there, we will resume when she is better able to feel your attentions"

Jamma lies on her bed of horror, unconscious and unaware for the moment of her unrelenting agony.

Grand Inquisitor Konrad reposes in relaxed comfort in his ornate "throne", enjoying a leisurely snack and libation while watching Jamma's body, stretched upon the vile instrument of torture, shiver and tremble even though she is unaware of anything at this time.

Gurd has left the dungeon and returned to "Play" with a poor wretch in another chamber.  It is not long before horrific shrieks and screams are heard emanating from that den of terror, as some unfortunate female is "put to the question."
The torture master is kept quite busy as he is renowned for his expertise and ingenuity in inflicting the maximum pain and agony upon a woman over extended periods.   There are documented cases of his torturing an unfortunate woman over many hours, even days of unrelenting torture.

Finally Jamma stirs and returns to the acute,piercing agony of her torment.  She moans and whimpers, sobbing in  her horrific agony. 

Konrad immediately sends for Gurd to return and resume the torturing of her torn body.

The unremitting screams from the other chamber do not cease even as he returns to the enjoyment of Jamma's torture.  This devilish fiends greatest pleasure is in the inflicting  and prolonging of the agony of unspeakable tortures he is capable of wreaking upon these doomed woman.  He is constantly dreaming of new ways to maim and torment them. The sweetest sounds to him are the unholy shrieks and screams of them as he applies his demonical devices and methods.

Konrad moves to the rack and looking into the terrified eyes of Jamma asks,  "do you confess to being a witch, a conjurer and a heretic?"

Jamma is barely able to speak but answers in a quavering voice "I am not a witch.  I am innocent of all these things.  Please I beg you, stop this.   I cannot stand the pain!   My arms, my entire body screams for an end to this"

"You ungodly whore! You will remain here and suffer the consequences of your refusal!"  Looking to Gurd he says, "Continue your work, increase the level"

With a mocking grin he rejoins, "It will be a great pleasure You Grace"

Jamma whimpers a "God NOO!  Please!   No More!  Pleaseee NOOOOO!


To Be Continued.........