Jamma lies upon the rough planks of the rack Stretched
beyond forbearance. Her arms torn asunder, branded with searing hot
irons. Still she refuses, even in her shuddering agony, to confess to
being a servant of Satan.
The manner in which she is tensioned has spread her legs very widely.
Each leg is attached to it's own winding machine so
they may be singly wrenched from her body.
Gurd tightens the tension on one side until Jamma is positive it will tear from
it's socket.
Then the other side is slowly drawn out till it too is about to slip from it's
mooring. Now he reaches to the cart and retrieves one of the most evil
devices of female torture. "The Pear"
This creation of the devil himself is designed to stretch and tear a
woman's most intimate parts. It is shaped as it's
name implies, a pear. It is fashioned of iron and consists of four
separate sections, joined at the small end with a long thumbscrew passing down
the center between the pieces. Turning the thumbscrew expands
the sections at the large end, spreading and stretching the opening in which it
is inserted. It can be placed in the mouth and expanded until the
victims jaws are spread to and beyond their limits, dislocating and tearing it
from it's attachment points.
It's most common use on a woman is to insert it into her vagina and literally
split her open.
Gurd displays it to Jamma. Her eyes pop
wide in terror as she realizes what he is holding in front of her face.
"In the name of GOD !! NOOOOOOO!!!!!
Konrad's voice booms forth, "How dare you call upon his name you whore of
Satan? Apply it to her torture master and don't shirk in your zeal."
"A pleasure Your Grace."
Gurd reaches between Jamma's splayed thighs and eagerly probes her opening,
spreading the lips of her quivering sex. He places the large bulblike end of the fiendish device between them, and, twisting
and pushing forces it into her core of femininity. He forcibly shoves
until just the thumbscrew on the small end protrudes from her quim.
He commences turning the screw.
Slowly the leaves of the machine open within her. At first it just
expands into the natural space of her internal organs. Soon
Jamma can feel it stretching her opening, spreading the mouth of her cervix,
stretching it wide. The pain is excruciating as her inner parts are torn
and split...
Her screams pierce the air, resonating in the stone chamber
Again and again the high pitched shrieks are torn from her lips.
Her lips peeled back from her teeth as she screams. Jamma tries to thrash and twist away to no avail. The
rack has her stretched as taut as a bowstring. All she can do is
howl in unremitting agony.
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHH!!!!!!
NNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
Her head thrashes back and forth. She slams her head on the heavy slats
under her. The pain is like nothing she has experienced before. It goes
on and on, Gurd leaves her screaming in mind
bending unutterable agony on her cradle of torment.
Her screams finally cease as she once more passes into blackness.
"She is gone again Your Grace"
"Let the instrument remain in place, leave
her lie till she returns to us."
"As you wish. I will heat the oil while we wait."
"Yes that often helps loosen tongues."
Jamma eventually regains conciousness, returning to her world of impossible
pain and agony. Still stretched and spread upon the rack, the Pear still
imbedded in her vagina spreading and tearing at her inner being.
Gurd sees her stir and conveys this to Konrad.
"Excellent. You may continue persuading our guest."
Gurd strides to the brazier and selects a glowing iron bar with a shallow cup
on the end. Going to the terrified Jamma he shows it to her Jamma's eyes widen and she begs him not to brand her
again.
"Nothing so crude this time my misguided
bitch."
So saying he lowers it and uses the cupped end to cradle the end of the
thumbscrew on the Pear.
Immediately the Pear begins to warm, then get warmer,
then hot.
Jamma squirms and begs him to stop!
"NO!! NOOOO!! It's too hot! Stop!!"
Gurd leaves the hot iron on the Pear. The soaked wetness of her sex
bubbles and hisses as the Pear starts to glow.
Her screams resound from the walls, the muscles of her torso spasming and
straining as she attempts to wriggle away from the searing agony of the
barbarous instrument within her. She repeatedly bangs her head against
the hard wood under her. Shrieking and bellowing her agony.
Gurd removes the hot iron and returns it to the brazier.
He then turns to an iron cauldron which has been moved next to Jamma. A
bed of coals burns under it and wisps of steam rise from the surface of a
viscous liquid as it boils and bubbles. An iron ladle hangs from the frame
suspending the cauldron over the coals.
Gurd moves to the bubbling kettle and unhooks the ladle from it
frame. "This will loosen that stubborn tongue."
Jamma has no comprehension of what is about to
happen to her. An act so monstrous as to defy
imagination.A torture from the East.An infernal torment of monumental proportions.
Scalding, boiling oil.
The torturer scoops a ladle of the oil from the cauldron. He wipes any
droplets from the outside of the ladle. He doesn't want stray droplets
falling upon Jamma's cringing body.
He wants to be sure he is able to slowly tilt the ladle to direct the flow
exactly where HE wishes. A demonic gleam in his eye Gurd holds to ladle
over Jamma's quivering, shaking body She now realizes what it is
that is about to happen.
"NOO!! NOOO!!! NOOOOO!!!
In the name of all humanity! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Konrad is leaning eagerly forward, intent on seeing every moment of this
torture.
Gurd is grinning evilly as he tips the ladle slightly. A thin
golden stream of superheated oil drizzles from
the lip of the ladle. It seems to pause in midair, and then drops to
splash and course in a fluid stream upon Jamma's already seared and torn
nipple, then runs down her side to the planks below.
Jamma's screams are the loudest and most bloodcurdling so far. Even
Konrad blinks in astonishment at her inhuman shrieks of agony. Her body
twists and vibrates as she vainly tries to move from the mind tearing pain.
Gurd stops the flow so Jamma may experience the full impact of the barbaric
maiming of her body.
"MY GOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MERCY!!! MERCY!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
STOOOOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!
NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Gurd swings the ladle over her other breast and
gleefully tips the fiendish ladle, drooling a hellish stream of the oil onto
Jamma's other nipple.
Jamma convulses and shrieks like an animal in a horrible trap.
Howling and bellowing out her agony. Her head beats against the wooden
table under her, thrashing side to side in unspeakable pain.
Gurd again stops the flow. Leering in extreme enjoyment he reaches back
to the kettle of boiling oil and dumping the contents of the ladle, scoops up a
new ladleful of the searing liquid.
Konrad is on the edge of his upholstered chair his eyes alight, licking his
lips in anticipation of further defiling of this unfortunate girl.
Gurd is delighting in this horrendous torment. He tips the infernal ladle
and a dribble of searingly hot oil strikes Jamma between her abundant breasts,
then continues down her ribcage to puddle in her navel.
Jamma's screams are continued and unending. She strains and flexes
against the cruel bindings holding her torn body. Muscles
and tendons standing out in taut relief as she struggles. Her
arms, already torn from their sockets nonetheless strain against the
strictures.
Jamma screams and thrashes. In vain trying to loose her
tortured body from this savage torment.
Laying the horrific ladle aside, Gurd goes to his table of devices and picks up
a pair of very small pinchers, in later times they will be called
tweezers.
Returning to Jamma he seats himself on a small stool at her side.
With undisguised depravity he lifts a bit of the skin seared loose by the
scalding oil and proceeds to strip it from Jamma's breast.
