Elizabeth's breasts were now nearly black with congested
blood. She had hung by her tits for what seemed days, they pulsed and throbbed
with each beat of her hammering heart.
"Please! Please! Oh God PLEASE let me down!"
Her pleas and begging fell on deaf ears as the acolytes, eyes greedily devoured
her plight. To a man they had relieved themselves, spilling their seed on
the stones of the torture chamber floor.
Finally Konrad and his two vile tormentors returned. Looking
up to the suspended body of the "witch" under question.
Elizabeth heard their entry and pleaded for mercy.
Konrad paused on his way to his ornate, throne like chair.
"Mercy you ask? Confess as a witch and whore of Satan you loathsome
creature. Then you will receive the mercy you deserve, that of the stake
and it's cleansing flames."
"I'm no witch! I cannot confess to a falsehood I am not guilty
of. I am innocent!"
Konrad moved to the dais and settled into the ornate chair of his office.
"Then you must suffer the consequences of your actions." Looking to Gurd and the Countess. "You may proceed with
Gurd strides to the table holding so many of his diabolical instruments of
pain. He picks up a black leather strap, two inches wide and returns to
stand before his victim. Elizabeth's eyes widen as she stares at him in fear, dreading
what she knows he will do to cause her even more pain.
He reaches out and grasps one of her grossly
deformed breasts, pinching the swollen nipple, bringing a wail of pain from Elizabeth. Gurd sniggers and steps back a pace. Taking
careful aim, he slams the wide strap across a distended, swollen breast.
Elizabeth screams like a banshee, her wailing cry echoing
through the chamber. Gurd swings the terrible weapon again, smashing the
Gurd alternates his blows from one horribly bound, swollen tit to the other.
Elizabeth howls in unadulterated agony as the cruel strap
lashes her tortured breasts. Her nipples pulse and swell even more, the
aureoles puff up.
Gurd shifts his attention to her exposed torso, slamming the vicious cudgel
across her vulnerable abdomen. Moving behind the tormented girl he lashes
the backs of her thighs from bottom globes to knees.
Gurd pauses in the brutal flagellation. He hands the strap to the
Countess and unfastens the bindings of Elizabeth's ankles. He spreads them wide and tethers
them to rings set into the stone floor. He nods to the Countess to add
her expertise to the continued scourging of Elizabeth's tortured body.
With a pitiless gleam in her eye the Countess positions herself and flogs the
soft, tender flesh of Elizabeth's
inner thighs. They turn red, then purple as lash after lash tears at the
soft flesh, weals crisscrossing. Adjusting her stance slightly the
Countess brings a fierce blow upwards into the exposed, vulnerable center of Elizabeth's sexuality.
Elizabeth strains against the malicious binding of her beasts
and a cry of unfathomable agony erupts from her mouth, lips drawn back from her
teeth, tongue protruding. The screams are
those of an animal being torn asunder. Elizabeth's body quakes and shudders as the barbaric thrashing
goes on and on. The Countess moves her attention
from her battered sex to Elizabeth's
rear and then naturally to the ghastly flogging of her hideously tortured
breasts. Through it all Elizabeth
remains conscious and mindful of each and every inhuman indignity inflicted
upon her savagely trussed, naked body.
The thongs have cut into the flesh around her hellishly bound breasts, blood
tickling down her beaten torso. One of her nipples has burst under the
savage beating and adds it's flow of red to run down
the swollen mound. The lips of her sex weep, the scarlet fluid dripping
to the cold floor.
Both torturers cease the unholy thrashing. Elizabeth hangs, quivering and
shaking as she whimpers and moans in her agony, her head lolling back as she
stares at the high ceiling Her entire body aflame with pain, especially
her savagely bound breasts from which she still hangs.
At last Gurd lowers her to the cold stones. Elizabeth lies in a heap, sobbing and whimpering, moaning over
"I am innocent! I am innocent! I am innocent!"
"Take her to the rack, that will allow the
Countess an opportunity to display her special talents."
Elizabeth's legs are released from their restraints and the
bindings on her arms removed. The participants and observers give rapt
attention as Gurd unwinds the insidious thongs from her breasts,
they know what will occur next. Elizabeth moans in relief as the terrible leathers are unwound
from her lacerated orbs. The relief is short lived however as the
blood rushes back into her breasts, and the pain is more excruiating than when
they were bound. Elizabeth's
screams of anguish reverberate from the walls yet again as she screams and
A few of the acolytes, their lecherous bent readily apparent, lift her and
carry her to that appalling device of horrific savagery,
the rack. They lay her on it's rough boards.
This rack is 12 feet long, the platform 3 feet
above the floor. Posts at the lower end stand 4 feet high, from the tops
of them hang shackles, into which the victims ankles
will be secured. At the upper end, a heavy round beam at least a foot in
diameter extends between stout upright posts on either side of the hideous
framework. They are shoulder height, and so above the level of the
platform. Ropes are wound about the beam from which a square timber
extends across the machine. To beam the victims arms are made fast by
means of shackles linked to the beam. The reason the shackles at head and
bottom are raised higher than the platform is so that when the rack pulls on
the victims arms and legs, the person wil be lifted up from the rough planks
and hang suspended, stretched between the two ends. On the outside end of
the round beam long spokes extend outward so it may be turned like a windlass.
Elizabeth is still quite "out of it" and hardly
realizes where she is until she has been locked into the iron shackles. When
she becomes aware of her position her head turns from side to side, eyes wide
in fright, darting here and there.
"Wha.. What are you doing?"
"Just preparing you so you may entertain us again."
"My god Noo! Stop!"
"All you need do my child is confess!"
"I will NOT! I cannot! I am not a witch! Why don't
you believe me?"
"Because you lie. We know you are a whore of the
devil and must be punished, but first you must confess you are in league with
that fiend from hell. CONFESS!"
"Very well then. ...Proceed.'
Gurd steps to the windlass, and turns the spokes. As the windlass rotates
the ropes tighten and Elizabeth's
arms are quickly pulled toward the head of the rack. Very soon she is
stretched to the limits of her body. As Gurd continues turning the windlass
Elizabeth's arms are drug further and further from her feet, strung up to the
tops of the posts at the opposite ends of the rack. Her arms and legs are
pulled up, her body bent like a sling. Her shoulders are lifted clear of
the planks, then her buttocks. Another click of the ratchet and her
body is lifted completely above the rough wood. Elizabeth whimpers and moans, begging them to stop. Gurd
continues his relentless turning of the wheel. The pawls of the ratchet
clicking into place, Clack!, Clack!,
Elizabeth is stretched, her limbs protesting at the tearing of
her joints., muscles and ligaments protesting the unatural stretching.
She screams, wailing in pain. Elizabeth is now stretched tight as a bowstring, paralell to
the platform, her muscles quivering and trembling in strained tension.
"Stop! Oh please STOP! Please! I beg you
Her pleas go unanswered.
"I believe you know the Countess!"
"NO! NOOOO!!! Don't let her near me! Keep her away."
Elizabeth's eyes bulge in terror as she looks up into the face
of evil incarnate, "The Countess."
The Countess smiles down at the racked Elizabeth.
"We meet again my little one. This time there will be no escape. I
have been given free rein to proceed in whatever manner I wish. To use any
means I have to elicit your cooperation. Doesn't that sound exciting?"
"Get away from me you fiend! GET AWAY!"
"Not till I get what I want, a great deal of your SKIN! You see I use it
to cover things. Books, boxes for various trinkets, there are so many
things to decorate."
"My god NOO! You can't let her do this! Stop her!"
The Countess turns to her table and unwraps her
leather pouch containing her "toys". She spreads them out in all their vile, gleaming, splendor. She picks up a
shiny hook, it's edge sharp as any blade, and holds it
before Elizabeth's eyes which fairly pop from her head in terror
"Let me see. Shall I start with this?
Nooo, I think maybe a needle to test sensitivity. That sounds like
fun doesn't it......Hmmmm?"
"NOO! NOOOO! Stop her! Don't let her touch
meeeee! Have mercy! Please~!!!!"
Elizabeth shakes her head NO.
Konrad waves his hand to the Countess to continue.
The Countess picks up a gleaming scalpel then glides her hand across Elizabeth's lower abdomen, patting the beginning of her mound.
To Be Continued.................