Gurd selects a length of harness leather an inch wide, about 4 feet long, which
is kept soaking in a barrel of water to keep it supple and
pliable.. If not kept this way it would become stiff and inflexible, more
like a stick than a piece of leather.
He stands to the rear of, and a bit to one side of his cringing victim, her
eyes wide in fear.
Gurd draws his arm back, the muscles bulging and rippling. With a swift
savage swoosh, he lashes out with the whip, laying it's
flexing length across Bertha's upper thighs.
Bertha gasps as the wet leather cuts across the soft flesh of her back.
She is determined not to give these miscreants the satisfaction of
Grunts and pitiful moans escape involuntarily from her lips as Gurd continues
lashing her cruelly splayed body. He slowly works his way down her back,
leaving a trail of livid welts where the vicious leather strikes..
He lays blow after blow on her shapely bottom, lacerating the soft globes..
Downward, lower and lower he thrashes her quivering flesh.
Gurd circles around to look up at her sweating body. She has
groaned and grunted but he has not been able to elicited even one scream from
his hapless victim. He smirks and readies for his attack on her exposed
Lashing out he rains blow after blow upon her defenseless flesh, her thighs
from knee to groin, her shivering abdomen.
Changing the arc of his swing, he brings the next blow up from below, striking
her fully across her obscenely exposed genitals.
This is far beyond Bertha's capacity to endure the indescribable, piercing pain
to her tender parts. A scream is forced from her at last.
Gloating in his success Gurd slashes several more blows to her crotch.
Each one accompanied by a ear shattering scream.
Bertha is now screaming at each searing blow of the ferocious lash, the sounds
reverberating from the walls. The sweat runs from her quivering
tormented flesh. She twists and shakes as Gurd beats her helpless body.
Having broken her he moves his lash up over her heaving body, slashing her
torso, the leather curling around her ribcage.
Gurd pauses and steps back, looking up at the quaking body in front of
him. He smiles his evil grin, eyes
traveling up her body to leer lustfully at those luscious melons on her
Bertha sees where he gazes. He body convulses and tries to shrink away.
"Nooo...NOOOO!!!! Have mercy!!! NOOOO!!!!"
Gurd's smile widens and he nods his head.
"Oh Yes you defiant bitch. YES!!!"
Gurd lashes out with all his strength. The vicious strap whistles
through the air, striking Bertha full across both of her sumptuous mounds.
Lash after lash blasts across her proud bosoms. Livid red weals
rise in the wake of each outrageous blow.
Bertha is screaming and begging for mercy,
as Gurd continues bastinadoing her tender globes, the soft tender flesh
splitting in some places as blood trickles from them.
She hangs, thrashing and wailing in excruciating agony, her entire body
quivering and shaking.
Konrad sits and gazes at the inhuman display of barbarous scourging being
inflicted upon the helpless girl. His tongue licks a bit of spittle
drooling from his cruel mouth.
"Excellent my talented friend. Move
her to the next level. Unless you wish to confess your
vile sins woman!"
"I have nothing to confess! I am not a witch!!!!!"
The villainous torture master lowers Bertha to the floor, her legs are unable
to support her and she collapses in a heap. Gurd unbinds her and drags
her to a machine to one side.
Standing her up he presses her against the framework,
mauling and squeezing her full breasts. The poor girl is still trying to
cope with the terrible beating she has just experienced, and offers no
resistance as he raises her arms over her head and ties stout ropes to her
wrists which are wrapped around a round shaft at the top of the frame.
He steps back, she now hangs by her wrists on the
frame, her back bent across another round roller. He draws her ankles
back to tie them to the bottom corners of the machine. Moving to the side
he turns a crank and the shaft at her back moves forward, thrusting harder into
her back and bending her in a bow.
Bertha has recovered now to the point she franticly tosses her head from side to side trying to fathom what is happening.
At the end of the upper shaft is a large wheel with long spokes protruding
beyond the rim for hand holds. Gurd pulls down on a spoke, rotating the shaft and pulling on the ropes securing
Click! Click! Click!
It takes only seconds for her to be extended tautly.
"Now you devils pawn, Confess, or my assistant will commence tearing your
"I cannot confess to false charges! I am innocent! I am not a
witch! You must believe me! I am innocent!"
"Enough! Continue with the questioning!"
Gurd eagerly bends to his task.
Click! Click! Click!
Bertha's quaking frame is pulled tighter, her arms stretched, her back bent
tightly over the shaft. The ropes around her ankles pull taut as her toes
leave the floor and the muscles of her legs and torso stretch.
Click! Click! Click!
A stabbing, searing pain lances up her arms, stabbing into the shoulders,
tearing at the joints as tendons and muscles are stretched. The muscles
of her abdomen are pulled taut , the flesh sinking
concave as her body stretches. The muscles in her legs tremble and twitch, the tendons taut, standing out as tight cables.
Click! Click! Click!
A piercing shriek of agony hurls from her mouth, her lips drawn back from her teeth.
She pounds her head against the rough frame off the infernal instrument of
Shrill screams of unearthly agony issue from her torn, tormented core.
The tearing asunder of her body goes on, her arms, first one and the the other
slip from the shoulder sockets with a sickening pop, the stabbing pain blasts
through the length of her shaking body. The ligaments and muscles of her
stomach tear, her hips will be disjointed in a
Her eyes bulge from their sockets, drool
slobbers from her mouth as screams pour from her wide spread mouth, screams to
make the flesh crawl in intensity.
Her eyes close and her head lolls to one side as blackness engulfs her.
"She's gone Your Grace."
"Revive her! She will not escape so easily!"
Two of the acolytes dash buckets of icy water over
Bertha's wracked, sweating body.
She shakes her head, then moans loudly, begging for mercy,
"stop the pain, stop! Please!! Mercy! Pleaseee!!!"
"Confess you whore of Satan! Confess!"
"Please! Mercy! Mercy!"
Please! Stop!! Mercy!"
Gurd motions to a pair of acolytes who trundle over a brazier of hot coals. He
looks over the assortment of irons sticking from the glowing nest.
Hefting a rod in his hand, the end of the rod shimmers
white hot. Holding it before Bertha's face, she turns her head away from
the intense heat. Lowering the iron Gurd touches it to the taut flesh of her
calf, slowly drawing it upwards to her knee and on nearly to the crease of
thigh and abdomen.
The skin puckers and sizzles, a curl of smoke rising as the savage iron sears a
pathway up Bertha's leg.
An earshaattering scream to make ones hair stand on end bursts from her wide
Gurd grins and twists the malevolent iron into her tortured flesh.
Returning the iron to the brazier he picks out another. This time
he thrusts it into her side and moves it up till it rests in her armpit, the
flesh and muscles contracting and sizzling.
Bertha's head thrashes from side to side. She pounds it against the
frame. Her screams like an animal being torn to shreds.
Gurd uses iron after iron on Bertha, pressing some between the toes of her
feet, the flesh bubbling and sizzling. Bertha quakes and writhes in
Konrad, a demonic sneer on his face, his eyes alight in elation, as his eyes
devour her stretched and tortured being.
Bertha can do naught but shake her head.
Gurd points to a heavy iron kettle and motions that it be
brought to him.
To Be Continued......