PART 18
Gurd picks through the diabolical instruments soaking in the glowing coals of
the brazier. Finding what he seeks he removes it's shimmering
length from the brazier, holding it by it's detachable
wooden handle. A skewer, 18 inches long, shimmering
with heat. He holds it before Collette's face,
she draws back from the heat, her eyes bulging in terror. Placing the
point to the outside of a breast he thrusts it into the quaking flesh, twisting
as it sizzles and bubbles, a wisp of smoke curling up.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARR!!!!!!
Collette screams and tries to draw away but is only able to wriggle
slightly.
Gurd continues forcing the fiery shaft through Collette's crushed breast, the
point emerging between the flattened globes. Collete is screaming and
stares at the evil barb with terrified eyes. The cruel instrument presses
on, piercing the other flattened breast as Gurd, chuckling manically forces the
sizzling iron further and further through her screaming flesh till it finally
exits her quivering mammary. The scorched breast flesh
sizzles and bubbles as he steps back to gloat at her agony.
Gurd returns to the brazier and extracts, by its handle, a slimmer glowing needle
in each hand. He easily and diabolically passes them through her
distorted nipples, eliciting more howls of agony. Going
back again, four more times, bringing more and more of the savage needles to
slowly press them through the tortured globes.
Collette is beside herself in unremitting agony, her head twists back and
forth, howl after howl of unearthly screams flung from her mouth.
Grasping a short thick nail like barb from the coals, Gurd pinches the flesh on
the side of her torso stretching it out, he drives it
thru the stretched skin. From waist to armpit he proceeds, her body
resembles a porcupine so many smoldering needles pierce her flesh.
Finally, mercifully Collette slumps into blackness, her barbarically tortured
body slack.
Gurd readies a bucket of water to throw over her
to revive her in order to continue the torture.
Konrad waves a hand to him. "Leave her. Let her hang that way
till she eventually to revives to experience the
renewed pain she so richly deserves for her sins.'
"As you wish Your Grace. We have
numerous others in the dungeon cells needing attention if you wish."
"Yes I saw several of those miscreants being taken down to the vaults
yesterday. There was one in particular that I noticed. An overdeveloped flaxen haired one from the Tyrol. She was quite vocal in her denunciations
of the churches warders. May haps she will sing nicely for us, EH?"
"Oh I am sure of that Your Grace. The ones with such large
lungs usually make the sweetest music."
Gurd lumbered off to search out the unfortunate guest for his Eminence.
It was not long after that the lumbering, dimwitted beast returned, followed by
two jailers, jerking a chain, on the end of which struggled the wench,(witch) in question. Other than dragging her bare feet she
was unable to offer much in the way of resistance. Due to her
obstreperous behavior an iron restraining collar had been locked around her
neck which featured rings to which her wrist shackles were linked, holding her
hands beside her head. She had been brought a considerable distance from
her home in the Tyrol and her clothing was filthy and ragged from her
struggles along the way.
Konrad glowered down at her but spoke in quite a calm and kindly manner.
"What is your name my child."
"Bertha Your Grace. And I'm not a child."
"Of course my dear. You seem to be quite
disheveled and in need of bathing and fresh clothes." He motioned to
a couple of acolytes and ordered them to see to her needs, give her decent
clothing and return her to his presence.
The girl softened her demeanor considerably and thanked Konrad, asking why she
had been made a prisoner and brought here against her will.
"Don't concern yourself, it is just a small
matter. We will discuss it further when you return."
The two acolytes took Bertha away, to be "bathed and properly
clothed."
Konrad turned to Gurd after they had departed declaring that she was indeed
very well made. "I believe her attributes will offer considerable
diversion if she proves difficult. Which from your
advance information she most surely will. I feel a stirring in my
member already."
The bathing and clothing of Bertha was not quite what His Eminence led her to
believe. Taken to a large stone, vaulted chamber, chains were attached to
the shackles on her wrists. They were unhooked
from the collar and pulled roughly out to the walls of the chamber, the
collar was left around her neck. It took two jailers on each leg to hold
them while they were shackled and secured to wide spread rings in the stone
floor. Bertha was spread eagled in the middle of the chamber.
Two other jailers, striped to the waist, tore the rags from her body, reveling
her superb, muscled form, exclaiming, "saints be praised did you ever see
such bounteous glories in all your life?"
they dashed several buckets of cold water over her. Utilizing two
other buckets of water, stiff brushes, and strong soap, they had at her with
energetic scrubbing and probing, paying careful and meticulous attention to
those "glories". Finally finished with
their lecherous grasping and fondling they dashed more cold water on
her. Using rough cloths they meticulously dried her. Paying particular attention to the aforementioned
"glories".
Releasing her, one limb at a time, they covered
her with a sackcloth shift. An iron band was shackled around her
waist. The shackles remained on her ankles and a short chain was linked between
them, forcing her to take short shuffling steps. Her wrists were relinked to the sides of the collar. With her wrists
linked at her neck and the chain hobbling her, Bertha was easily led back
through the passages to Konrad's chamber of horror.
When she arrived back in front of the depraved "Prince of The Church"
she immediately started screaming at him, that she had been shamelessly treated
by these crude swine, and, demanded an explanation.
"Bertha! You stand accused of heresy and
blasphemous behavior to God and the Church. Of being a
conjurer, a caster of spells and a witch. Confess your sins, your
pact with the "Prince of Darkness", save
your immortal soul or suffer the consequences."
"Lies, all lies, told by some evil person or
persons wishing me harm. I am a devout Christian and faithful follower of
the doctrines of the Church and all it's
pronouncements."
"That is precisely what we are going to find out. First you must
confess your sins."
"I have confessed my sins to my own priest and confessor in my native Tyrol every week at Mass.
I have no association or pact with the "Prince of Darkness" or any of
his minions."
'Ummm. And so say they all in perfidious
allegiance to that demon from Hell! Confess and this will be ended"
"I have nothing to confess. I am no witch or caster of spells.
I am innocent of all these outrageous accusations."
"So be it. Dungeon master show her the instruments to be used to
obtain her confession."
Gurd and two jailers, one holding a chain attached to the iron band about her
waist, on one each side, the other holding another chain on the opposite side,
moved her along behind Gurd.
They passed by Collette, hanging in unconscious blackness from the devilish
"T". Her body twitching and shivering in
heinous torment, the needles and skewers still sticking from her body in
terrible testament to the inhuman torture that had been inflicted upon her.
Past the rack, meant to rend muscle, sinew, tendons and bones asunder, tearing
limbs from the victims body.
The chains hanging from the roof from which the victim is suspended and lashed
with the cat and other whips, shredding the flesh from bones.
The frame for binding the unfortunate while the water torture
is administered. The unfortunate having limbs twisted and lashed
as water is forced down their throats into their bellies, only to be beaten
across the abdomen with clubs to make them disgorge the fluid, then have the
whole procedure repeated over and over.
The strappado where the victims arms are tied together behind them, raised by those arms stretched upward in back, till
they are high above the floor. Then the brake on the hoisting mechanism
is released so the victim falls, only to be pulled up short of the floor, the
arms forcefully dislocated. Again and again it is repeated till the
questioned confesses or is too deranged to speak.
She was shown the cauldrons of boiling oil in which parts or all
of the one under question would be immersed or have it poured on
them.
The tour of the torture chamber continued on past all the
diabolical machines and implements at their disposal to inflict unbridled pain
and suffering in the name of the church.
When they arrived back in front of Konrad, Bertha was visibly shaken.
"Well, have we had a change of heart, you
devils harlot?"
"Please Your Grace, I am not a witch or any of
the other things you accuse me of. I am innocent."
"Consider well. I am prepared to use any means necessary to
wring the confession from your lips. Confess!"
"I cannot confess Your Grace! I AM INNOCENT!"
"Torture Master, prepare her!"
Gurd steps in front of Bertha and grasping the sackcloth at the neck tears it
from her
quaking body.
Bertha stands in all her naked magnificence.
Snorting in admiration and awe Konrad exclaims, "by
the Lord's grace. They are more wondrous than imagined. See they
are properly attended to Gurd!"
"With great delight Your Grace, in due time."
"Yes I know! You like to work up to the best parts don't
you?"
"That I do Your Grace."
The iron band is still around Bertha's waist. Gurd roughly unhooks her
wrists one at a time from the collar around her
neck and refastens them at her waist. A rope is passed around her body above
those stupendous breasts and knotted at the back. A chain is drawn down
from overhead and hooked to the rope. An acolyte turns a crank ,and as the rope rises Bertha is forced to her
toes. Gurd yanks her elbows in back of her and
ties them together, thrusting those wondrous mounds forward.
The chain is again raised and Bertha's toes leave the floor..The
chain between her ankle shackles is removed and they are tied to rings imbedded
in the stone floor some 3 feet apart.
Now all he needs do is decide what to use
on this spectacular subject.
To Be Continued......
