Inquisition

Part 12


Ilse was dragged to a whipping frame.  It consisted of a slanted wood beam some 6 inches square.  At the top end was a roller with stout ropes wound around it.  By means of a crank the rope could be drawn upward.

She is forced face down on the beam.  Heavy leather straps, stained by the sweat and blood of earlier unfortunates, were pulled across her lower back  and buckled tightly.  Her manacled hands stretched up toward the top of the beam, the ropes looped through the chain connecting the shackles on her wrists.  Her ankles were pulled wide and tied to rings in the floor some 6 feet apart.  The rings placed back from the beam so that her back was bowed in an arc.

Gurd turned the crank and Ilse's arms were drawn toward the top of the beam.   He tightened the rope until Ilse was tightly stretched along it's length, her toes a few inches off the floor.

Gurd goes to the chamber wall were the whips, flails and scourges hang.  He selects a leather strap 2 inches wide and 4 ft long.   It makes a wicked hissing sound as he swings it to and fro.

He takes a stance to one side of the helpless female trussed before him.  Her eyes are wide in terror as she pleads with him not to hurt her,that she had done nothing wrong and is innocent of the charges against her. 

Gurd leers at her and sniggers, "We shall see about that!"  With that he draws back his muscled arm and swings the terrible strap.

SCHLACK!  Across her shoulder blades.

SCHLACK!  A bit lower.

SCHLACK!  Lower still.

SCHLACK!  SCHLACK!  SCHLACK!  SCHLACK!!

Gurd continues to  lash Ilse across her back.  He works his way from shoulder blades to just above her buttocks and back upward to her shoulders.  Angry, livid red bands appear where the belt strikes.  They crisscrossed and overlapped as he beat her tormented body for nearly 20 minutes.

Ilse moaned and wept, then screamed as the savage flogging went on and on...  Her back a mass of welts and ridges left by the cruel leather. 

Gurd circled to her other side.  Now he lashed her swelling bottom globes....  Turning them beet red as he thrashed her flesh.   Her screams were rising in volume and length as they merged into one long wailing shriek of agony, interrupted only as she paused to gasp for air.

Taking a single step further down he commenced hammering blow after blow on her thighs and legs from her bottom globes to her ankles.  After 10 minutes of this he switched sides and scourged her from the other side.

Ilse was screeching and howling her unending agony to the roof above.

Finally after having flogged her posterior side for nearly 45 minutes he paused and with a smirk told her the preliminaries were finished.  That now she would experience his full fury.

He loosened her wrists, freed her ankles and unbuckled the strap around her body.

Ilse fell to her knees as she was freed.   She whimpered and sobbed, begging  him to leave her be.

"Huhh!... Just switching sides you devil's whore!"

"Wha.. what?

"Over you go then." He flipped her over on her back, quickly placing the strap over her lower torso and cinching it tight till the flesh bulged around it.  Deftly hooking the rope through her wrist cuffs he cranked it snug, raising her arms. Then he tied her ankles back to the rings in the floor, her thighs spread widely.  Then he cranked the roller again, and stretched Ilse until her feet once again left the floor, her body tightly splayed.

Gurd picked up the strap and let it swing back and forth menacingly, leering at her obscenely spread body.  He licked a bit of spittle that had drooled from his mouth and strode to a position beside Ilse. 

"Yes.   Now the REAL fun begins!"

Drawing back his arm Gurd swung the insidious lash around and struck Ilse across her abdomen.

SCHLACK!

"AHHHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOO!!"

SCHLACK!

SCHLACK!

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"

SCHLACK!  SCHLACK!  SCHLACK!

Gurd lashed her body from pudendum to  ribcage.  Up and down, back and forth, working his way down to her splayed thighs, belaboring and slashing the tender inner flesh.

Ilse was beside herself as she screamed and howled in excruciating agony. Her body convulsing and thrashing, tensing and quaking as he flogged her.

Gurd continued scourging her with the diabolical strap. Ilse continued to scream. Her high pitched shrieks assaulted the ears.  She was a mass of welts and stripes.  He paused a moment and switched hands and sides as he grinned down at her tortured body. 

Gurd swung the scourge back behind him to gain as much momentum as he could.  He swung his arm with all his considerable strength.  As the lash whooshed thru the air, Ilse realized where it was going to strike.  She twisted and thrashed in a futile effort to move, the piercing shriek starting before the strap even stuck her full across her beauteous bosom.   She pounded her head against the rough beam beneath her  as Gurd cracked lash after lash over her tender mammary globes.  They bounced and shook as slash after slash struck across the screaming flesh, flattening and tearing at the bulging nipples.

Ilse screamed and screamed, her piercing shrieks of agony so shrill they made the hair on even Konrad's neck prickle.  

Gurd spent fully 15 minutes unremittingly scourging her magnificent mounds.  He finally stepped back and admired his work  Ilse's body quivered and shook as she wailed in torment.

Konrad smiled down at the torture and nodded his approval.

"Confess my child and this will end."

"I cannot confess to a lie!  I am not a witch!
I am innocent!"

"Very well!   Continue the torture!  I think Lucifer's Corset would be fitting given her remarkable attributes!"

"Excellent Your Grace."

Ilse was taken down from the whipping frame, and moved to the middle of the room in front of Konrad.  Her arms were pulled behind her and strapped together at wrist and elbow, thrusting her poor scourged breasts forward...  A chain was lowered from overhead and hooked to the ring in the side of the iron collar about her neck.  The chain was raised until Ilse hung, by that collar, her toes a few inches off the floor.  She was gurgling and choking as she swung.  Her legs were extended and linked to rings in the stone floor.

Ilse's eyes darted to and fro, fairly bulging from their sockets in terror.

Lucifer's Corset is a fiendish instrument, intended for use on well endowed females.   It consists of two halves.  One for the  back, one  for the front..  When placed together there was an inch wide iron band which circled the waist, another just below the breasts and a third just above them..  They were joined together by other iron bands running vertically connecting the three bands together,  at the center and at each side.  When joined  together they made a body hugging cage from waist to underarm.  At the right and left sides, at each band were thumbscrews holding it together as a unit. Its size could be compressed as the front and back were drawn together, squeezing the individual around whom it was placed.   The breasts of the victim projected thru the two openings in front at the top.  They were not an open square formed by the iron bands. There were iron funnel shaped plates riveted into this space in which there were round openings, through which the breasts of the wearer were thrust.  The openings were not very large.  In the case of one so generously endowed as Ilse it was necessary to shift and pull upon the breasts to bring them  through the holes.  This compressed them and made them bulge outward, the nipples swollen.  How convenient.

Ilse watched in unbelieving terror as the vicious appliance was fitted around her torso, shaking and whimpering as Gurd tightened the thumbscrews drawing the halves together.  When it was obvious that her luxuriant breasts would need assistance in passing through the iron plates, Gurd lustfully pushed, pulled and twisted them till they bulged through the rough openings.   They  were the size of ripe melons, the nipples turgid and stiff.  He continued tightening the screws, her flesh distended, changing color from normal to blue then a deep purple,her nipples swelling to twice normal. 

And all the while Ilse was sobbing and pleading for him to stop as her body was slowly being compressed in the barbarous cage.  Her flesh bulged  between the cruel bands. 

Gurd motioned to two of the acolytes and they trundled a glowing brazier over beside Ilse  He went to a table piled with  instruments of torture and brought back several long skewers and spikes, shiny and gleaming.  He thrust them into the coals.  While they were heating he amused himself by fondling Ilse's body, thrusting his hand between her thighs and roughly probing her labia, poking into her.

Within minutes the shiny rods were glowing in the brazier.  Gurd took a slender needle at least 6 inches long and held it in front of Ilse's terrified face.  She recoiled from the heat and it's terrible significance.  Her eyes were fairly popping from her head as they darted back and forth between the white hot spike and Gurd's smirking face.

He reached out and seized a breast in his hand, squeezing it, forcing the nipple to bulge even further.    Slowly he brought the glowing point to the center of Ilse's nipple and pierced the stiff bud, twisting and pressing it into her sizzling nipple.
SSSSSSSSSSSSTT!!

EEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAA!!!

Pressing,,twisting he forced the shimmering shaft fully 3 inches into her breast and  swollen nipple.  When he finished at least 3 inches remained protruding from her impaled peak. 

Ilse was thrashing and struggling to the limits of her strictures as the needle sizzled and bubbled.  Her screams shrill enough it made the skin crawl with their intensity.

Gurd reached back to the brazier and retrieved another needle like the first.  He lifted and fondled her other breast and brought the white glowing spike closer.  Ilse was shaking her head and screaming!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!    OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT!!!!!

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Smoke and steam curled from her freshly pierced nipple. Ilse tried to twist her head as she screamed in agony.  The two monstrous spikes waving and shaking as her body thrashed in torment.

"Now my blasphemous whore you are ready for the next step."

"GOD NOOOOOOO!!!!     No more!   Mercy!  I beg you have mercy!"

Konrad spoke up saying, "Confess your sins and this will end!   CONFESS!!!!"

"I cannot,     I am innocent!"

"Continue the torture then."

"NOO!  NOOOOO!!!"

Gurd turned to the brazier and withdrew a slender 18 inch skewer, glowing white hot.  He waved it in front of Ilse.  Her eyes bulged in their sockets as they shifted from the glowing skewer to Gurd's face.  She tried to shake her head but the collar pulling at her neck made it a feeble wiggle.

Gurd lifted her breast.  Touching the hot point to the outer surface of the large swollen globe, he pierced her breast just next to her heaving chest, twisting and pressing.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Ilse stiffened, her mouth opened wide, lips drawn back from her teeth, and shrieked like a wild animal, her agonized screams rebounding from the dungeon walls.

Gurd continued pushing the terrible glowing spear through her mammary.

Ilse could feel every millimeter of it as it  bored through her tortured breast, forcing it's way through her quaking flesh.  The hellish shaft emerged from her tit-flesh between her proud globes.   Still Gurd twisted and pushed.  It pierced into her other breast and tore through her screaming flesh as she felt it cutting through the muscle to finally emerge on the outside of the breast, the skewer still sizzling and bubbling as a curl of steam rose from the tormented globe.  The evil skewer had pierced both her breasts and protruded on each side.

Ilse was screeching in agony , her piercing shrieks filled the air.  She  dangled in unending pain as she hung, helpless , at the mercy of this unspeakable fiend.  He truly enjoyed torturing and inflicting unthinkable horrors on beautiful, young females.  He reveled in their screams and futile struggles against the demonic tortures he inflicted upon their helpless flesh. 

Reaching up he pulled a pair of chains down.  They had rings on the end.  These rings he slipped over the ends of the barbaric skewer.  One of the acolytes turned a crank and the chains rose, the skewer rose, lifting Ilse's tormented breasts. The skewer pulled at her flesh, a trickle of red oozed from where the skewer pierced her magnificent breasts.

Ilse's screams rose in crescendo as her breasts were lifted.  It came to a point where as much of her weight was supported by her mutilated breasts as by her neck. Her screams of agony rent the air, her hands clasping and unclasping behind her as she tried to cope with the excruciating pain. 

Gurd moved to his collection of whips and flails.  He picked out a bamboo whip 4 feet long and returned to Ilse.  

Ilse stared in disbelief, her eyes wide with terror.  "Dear God where could he contemplate ravaging her already horribly scourged body?"

He positions himself to the side and slashes the wicked cane across the inside of a thigh, high up near her quivering sex.  

THWAACKKK!

"EEEEYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII

THWACCCCKKK!!!

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

THWWAAACCKKKK!!!!!

THWAAACCKKKK!!!

First the tender inner flesh of one leg then the other.

Ilse twisted and screamed in agony.  Every movement tearing at the vicious skewers piercing her breasts.  She tried to pull herself up by the savage band about her neck, attempting to take some of the strain from her fiendishly tormented globes.

Gurd paused from the caning of her thighs and shifted his gaze upward.

Ilse saw this shift and screamed...... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

He turned a bit and taking careful aim, lacerated the underside of her already barbarously tortured breasts.

THHHWWAACCKKKKK!!!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Ilse's screams ricocheted from the walls as the inhuman shrieks were torn from her mouth.

THWWAAACCCKK!!!!!

THWAACCKKKKK!!!

Gurd thrashed her shaking breasts over and over, the bamboo sinking into the soft tender flesh.

Ilse howled and shrieked in excruciating agony at the unholy torment of her tortured mammaries, the muscles of her torso and limbs strained, the tendons standing out in bold relief as she struggled.

Finally Gurd stopped flagellating her.  She quaked and shook, her body vibrating as she tried to reconcile the pain of the torture, her sobs and screams went on and on. 

"Please stop!   No more!.. No more!!   God have mercy!   No more!"

"You DARE invoke his name to escape your just punishment?  Continue dungeon master!"

"NOO!   NOOOO!   I beg you...MERCY!"

"CONFESS then!  Confess your sins you whore of the devil!"

"I am innocent!   Please.   I am innocent"

"Continue!"

Gurd raises his arm once more with the terrible bamboo in his grip.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!