Introduction

This is my second story submitted.  If you have read any of the first story you know I am not skilled in writing.  I write what I enjoy.  If you need fine grammar and perfect error free spelling, do not bother making yourself miserable by reading on.

The Inquisition was instituted by papal order in 1134 and lasted thru several individual Inquisitions until 1834.  The Medieval, Spanish, Portuguese to name a few...The Spanish Inquisition is the most famous and was instituted by Ferdinand and Isabella in 1478.  Torquemada was the first, and probably the most famous or infamous, Grand Inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition.

The original stated purpose of the papal order was to stop heresy.  As a more or less natural progression it grew to include other transgressions against the church such as witchcraft, herbal healings and such.

The story takes place sometime during the 700 years of this Inquisition.

MF/mf, cbt, modification, S/M, gothic, historical, real, torture, nc, Extreme, Heavy, violent


Part 1

In the early 13th Century the pope in Rome appointed Konrad Von Marburg as Grand Inquisitor of Germany.  Konrad was an unjust,unfair man who believed all accused were guilty unless proven innocent... possibly.  He was a big burly man of over six feet, weighing more than 300 pounds. His continence was forbidding and grim. He was never,, Ever wrong.  His interrogations were notorious for their cruelty and sadism.

Elisabeth of Landsborg, hands shackled in front of her, was led into the chamber. She was a strikingly beautiful young woman of 19 years..Of average height she was wonderfully endowed with a beautiful body of statuesque proportions. She had typically Teutonic long blonde hair, her breasts were considerably larger than average, ,a fine slim waist and lovely long legs.   She stood accused of witchery and conjuring...Both charges false. She had been accused by a jealous woman who thought Elisabeth had lured her paramour away from her. The fact that the charges were untrue had no bearing on her being here in Conrad's court.  She was accused..therefore guilty..  Accusation was sufficient.  Evidence was not needed. 

You stand accused of witchcraft and conjuring!  What say you?

I am not guilty of either charge your grace. I am innocent!

We shall decide that!  Confess and I will be inclined to be more lenient.  Refuse and you will suffer the consequences.

I am innocent!  I'm no witch!!

Return her to her cell for a few days.  Maybe time to think on  her crimes will alter her views a bit.

Two huge,filthy guards dragged her from the chamber and took her to her cell.

The cell was possibly 15 feet square, stone with a high roof.  They strip her clothing from her ,  Leering at her voluptuous naked body.  They lower a rope from the roof and attach a hook on its end to the chain between her shackled wrists.  The rope runs over a pulley in the roof and down to one wall.  One guard goes to the rope and hauls down on it.  Her hands and arms are pulled up...up ..up till she stands on her toes.

What are you doing? Stop!

They heave harder on the rope and Elisabeth rises from the floor to hang in mid air, her feet some 12 inches above the stone.  

Stop!  Stop!     What are you doing?  Let me down!    Let me down!!!

Have a nice day sweetheart!  With that they leave.  The heavy door slams shut ,the key turning in the lock.

Wait!  Come back!  Let me down!    Help!  Let me dowwwn!

The shackles dig into her wrists... her arms straining with her weight.

Help!    Please!    Let me down!    Ohhhh!!

And so Elisabeth hung.   Minutes dragged by as hours.  Hours passed as eternities.  Her arms felt they would be torn from their sockets.  the pain horrendous, searing from wrists to elbow to shoulder, never ending..only increasing in severity. 

Oh God!   Please!   PLEASE!!!    Let me down!!

She pleaded.begged.. no one answered.  Only the tearing wrenching pain of her hanging kept her company.

12 hours went by.     She drifted in and out of blackness, only to awaken to the horrible pain,growing..growing with each passing minute..

A day passed.  Her bladder released her urine and it ran down her legs to splash to the stone floor and trickle to a trough along one wall. 

Another day passed. She whimpered and begged. No food. No water.

Oh God!  Please stop!  Let me down!   Pleaseeee!  Let me dowwnnn!

Elisabeth has been hanging 3 days now. She has periods of lucidness but mainly drifts in and out of blackness.... 

Then.   The key in the lock.the door bangs open.  It is the same filthy guards.

Feeling nice and refreshed after your nice relaxing stretch are we?  They lower her.Her feet touch the floor for the first time in three days.  She collapses in a heap.

Come along now.  Can't have you lounging about... you have some questions to answer. He picks her up and slumps her across his shoulder and heads out of the cell and down the passageway. Thru doors,down steps, more doors, more passages.

Finally they are at Konrads courtroom again.  Still naked she is flung to the floor in front of the Inquisitor.

Well now have we decided to cooperate?
Will you now confess to being a witch?

Elisabeth looks up at Konrad. She speaks barely audibly.. I have nothing to confess your grace.

Enough of this coddling!! Take her and  prepare her for the question.!

The guards lift and drag Elisabeth thru a door in the side of the chamber...Into another chamber....the Torture Chamber...
 
They show her the instruments of torture they will use on her.   The rack, the hells chair, stocks,  the Spanish pony, Judas cradle, the wheel, the frame to hold her while the water torture is administered.

Poor Elisabeth is aghast..trys feebly to draw back. her eyes wide in terror!

Konrad, the inquisitor enters.  Prepare her for the strappado!

The guards who had brought Elisabeth to the torture chamber have been dismissed.

Konrad's version of the strappado was a bit different from that employed by other practitioners.

The Inquisitor was assisted during the interrogations by several acolytes...They sprang to do his bidding.  The iron shackles were removed from Elisabeth's wrists and ankles.  Her arms were drawn behind her and hands placed palm to palm, then her wrists were strapped together, the leather being drawn tightly.  Then another strap was placed about her upper arms, just above the elbow.  They too were pulled tightly bit by bit till her elbows touched.

  She was lifted to her knees.  A triangular bar some six feet in length with rings forged into each end was placed up under her armpits. Her arms were then pulled down.

Another six foot bar was placed in the crook behind her knees. Her knees were then spread and strapped up so her ankles, already strapped together, were tightened against the underside of her thighs.

  A short chain was clipped to rings in her wrist manacles. The other end was clipped to rings in the ankle straps.  This forced her to arch her back, thrusting her very ample breasts  enticingly forward as though offering them.  

Chains hanging from the ceiling were lowered and hooked to the ends of the bar under her arms.

Two of the acolytes hauled down on the chains opposite ends which hung near the wall. 

As her weight was transferred to the bar under her arms she was lifted upright and then clear of the stone floor...

The sharp edges of the triangular bar bit into her underarms.  As more and more of her weight has taken by it she felt as though it was cutting her arms from her body.

The pain was agonizing.

Ohhh!  Stop!!  It hurts!!  You must stop!!!!

They continued to raise her until she was about the height she would be if standing. 

Chains were attached from the ends of the bar behind her knees to heavy rings imbedded in the floor so she would not turn.

You are charged with witchcraft Elisabeth.  What do you have to say?

I am innocent your grace.  I am not a witch!

There are people who say they have witnessed you casting spells and chanting incantations.

They are lies your grace....I'm no witch!

Confess your sins child!  It will go much easier for you if you do.

I cannot confess to an untruth!  I am Not a Witch!

Very well then.  Call the Dungeon Master!

One of the acolytes scurries off through the door.

Mere moments later an apparition crowds through the opening.   A giant of a man.  Fully seven feet tall, his arms and legs bulging with muscles.   His legs like tree trunks, his arms as big round as poor Elisabeth's slim waist.  On his face an evil leer.  He looks at the trussed Elisabeth. His lips curl in a slavering smile.  Your grace called?

Yes Durn.  We have a reticent subject for you.  She is a witch but sees fit to deny it..See if you can change her point of view.

Durn looks again at Elisabeth...He nods his large round head.  A pleasure your grace and a large smile spreads across his face.

He strides to Elisabeth. She cringes and tries to shrink away.

Durn devours her lovely spread body.  He reaches out and cups a firm round mammary and squeezes ... Yes..Very nice. These will dance very prettily.  Then running his huge hands over her torso and legs, smirking.    Yes,,, very nice indeed. 

He turns and strides to the wall where a large array of whips and flogs hang.  He selects a horse whip with but a single tail, some 4 feet long.   Turning back to Elisabeth he swishes it in the air.  Shhwoosh!  Shhwoosh!..

Stretch her!

The acolytes pull down on the chains and she is raised up till the lower chains pull taut.  Then they haul even more so Elisabeth is stretched tightly. 

Last chance to confess witch!

I'm no witch!  You must believe me!

The inquisitor nods to Durn..proceed.!

Durn draws back his arm.  the whip trails in the stone floor,  Then swinging the whip with all his strength ...   Ssssshhhhhwooooshh!    Slaaashhhhh!

UUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhooooo!!

Sslaaash...crraaaack!!!

Sslaaaash..Crraaaack!!!!

Again and again the whip slashes into Elisabeth's body..

Across her belly. Crraaacckk!

Her inner thighs..Crraaackkkk!

Oh God..noooo......

Crraaacckkkk!!!...Crraackkk!!!!

Elisabeth is in torment...never has she experienced such pain!!!!

OOOOOOOOOOoooooooo

Durn moves a bit and adjusts his stance.  Then CCRRRAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

Fully across her magnificent breasts... 

EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

Again across her mammary globes..... CRRAACCKKKK!!!!

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Again...this time full across the turgid points of her nipples....CCRRAAACCKKKK!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

On and on he whips her front..  Her breasts,  her thighs,   her most vulnerable cleft.....

She screams..and screams.. the sounds of a body in horrific torment...

30-40-50 times he lashes her... On and on... Fully 30 minutes the lash falls.  Her body is covered with welts and red slashes where the cruel whip has fallen.

Torture sweat covers her.  It runs from her body and drips to the stone beneath her.

Darn takes the whip and hangs it on its hook...

He moves to an odd looking device hanging nearby.   It is two iron bands each forming a ring some 8 inches in diameter. The two large rings are joined  together by a short strap.  Longer straps hang, one from each of the rings with clasps on the ends so they may be fastened together.  Another strap extends from the top one ring to top of the other to form a loop.  It looks for all the world like what in much later times will be called a brassiere.

  The two large rings are made so they may be made larger or smaller in diameter.  What looks even stranger is that on each one. three iron legs stick out forming a pyramid like apparatus.   Running thru the apex is a threaded rod, a handle to turn it on the outer end and on the inner side a pair of wicked looking clamps..

He places the device over her breasts so each one is encircled by a circular clamp.  Reaching in he pulls first one and  the other breast fully through each ring.

He then  turns  a screw clamp on the side of the ring.  It closes the ring gripping her breast tighter and tighter until each breast bulges forth like a ripe grapefruit, gradually turning pink then blue and finally a deep purple as the circulation is cut off.

Her nipples poke out like stones,stiff and hard.

Now he turns the handle on the large screw like rod running through the steeple like frame over her breasts until the clamps on the inner ends are lose enough so he is able to slip the jaws over the nipple.

Then he tightens the jaws of the lamp on her nipple...Tight,, tighter..tighter till she winches and gasps her protestations.

OWWWWWww!  Stop!...UUUUUUUUUUUUHhhhhh!!!

Now it is ready.. Reversing the direction of turning the central screw the clamp is pulled back.. Stretching her nipple.....A little on this side..A little on that..Soon her nipples are drawn out so her breasts are stretched to a point.

OOOOHHHHHh!!!!!!     AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Continuing to turn the screw..her breast stretches and stretches..

AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!

Each turn of the screw no pulls at her nipple...

The pain lances through her breasts as if torn by a hot brand...Elisabeth screams her anguish..and screams again and again as the torturer turns the devilish device.

EEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Stop!!! STOP!!!!    AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR

The fiendish clamps tear at her nipples....surely they must tear from her swollen purple breasts...

Elisabeth's screams reverberate from the walls.  The screams of one suffering the tortures of hell.   She screams.......and screams.

The torture master looks to the acolytes and nods, they pull on the chains suspending her again stretching her ever more...the bar under her armpits tearing at her arms.

Elisabeth thrashes her head from side to side, her mouth open wide in a piercing scream...

Durn orders one of the acolytes to bring over the brazier filled with red glowing coals.

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!        You can't... NOOOOO!!!

The torture master merely looks into her eyes and smiling...nods his head YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

More to come...

Part 3


The torture master collects a handful of long steel needles with wooden handles and inserts the pointed ends into the glowing coals in the brazier..  While they heat he inspects  her distended breasts, poking at the stretched flesh.

Oh please don't do this!  I am innocent!  I am no witch!   You must believe me!  Please!

They always say that.  We must inspect you and cleanse your soul to be sure!  Don't you want to save your mortal soul?  Confess and this will end!

I cannot confess to a lie!  I am Not a witch!  Why won't you believe me?

Proceed!!!

Durn removes a white hot glowing needle from the brazier, and grasping the frame holding her left breast touches the point of the needle just below her nipple and thrusts it into the stretched skin.  SSSSSSSSSSSS!!!  It sizzles as the glowing needle slides into her trembling breast.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA! Elisabeth writhes, trying vainly to twist away from the terrible pain.

He takes up another glowing needle.  He jams it into the same breast close to the other, SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Elisabeth howls her agony to the darkness above her head.  Her mouth wide as her screams hurl from her.   AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Durn takes up yet another of the hellish white hot needles and pushes it into the same breast.  Again and again he sticks more needles into her.   Her screams are ear shattering as she bellows her suffering, screaming and screaming as he stabs her breast over and over.  SSSSSSSSSSSS!!     SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!   SSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

Oh God!  Stop!! Stop!!...  No more..no more!!
Have mercy!! Please No more!!!

Taking another needle from the brazier he grasps another needle  He grips the other frame,twsting her body to him,and, with an evil smirk plunges it into her right breast.. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Tossing her head back Elisabeth screams... and screams.....in agonizing despair..she screams her inhuman pain. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

Durn continues on until both breasts look like  pin cushions with multiple long needles sticking from her stretched, crushed breasts.

The bar under her arms is cutting them from her body.  She dangles,, screaming.

Take her down torture master.  Maybe a spell on the wheel will get better results.

A pair of acolytes lower Elisabeth to the dungeon floor and loosen her bindngs.  All she can do is groan and try to curl up.  Too weak to even contemplate removing any of the needles from her throbbing breasts

They lift her and drag her tortured body to a large iron device  She moans and pleas for the needles to be removed from her breasts.   The device is a  huge wheel some 8 feet round of iron bars.   Her arms are released from behind her and raised over her head and secured to cross pieces joining the two sides of the wheel.   The wheel is then rotated till she lies on the iron cross braces and is standing upright.  She whimpers and begs to have the needles removed.   The torture master smirks  and says we are not finished with them slut!!

They continue turning the wheel until her toes leave the floor and she hangs from her wrists.

OHHHHhhhh NOO!!...Please NOOOOO!

They pause to let her body relax and stretch itself of its own weight, her toes still some distance above the floor.  The acolytes bring heavy stone weights and fix them to the shackles around her ankles.  The weight stretches her further, pulling her breasts taut and renewing the pain.

Pleasee stop!!.....Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!

Inquisitor Konrad speaks to her.  Elisabeth..confess now and stop this.  Only you can stop the questioning..... Confess..you ARE a witch...Confess!!

I am Not a witch!   I am Not a witch!

Very well..Continue then!!!

The brazier is brought to her side.  Several heavy rods now immersed in the hot coals.  Durn instructs the acolytes to add even more weights to her ankles.   They comply and there is now more than 20 kilos hanging from each of her legs, the strain is mind bending.  

Elisabeth trembles under the strain, moaning loudly.  The needles protruding from her breasts shaking and quivering as she twists on the wheel.  OOHHhhhhh!! AAAahhhhh!!

He dons leather gauntlets and withdraws an iron from the coals, it's end shimmering, white hot.  

Elisabeths eyes nearly bulge from their sockets as she watches him approach her, her mouth already wide.   NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

A lecherous leer on his face, Durn reaches out and presses the glowing iron to Elisabeth's side at her waist and slowly moves it upward till it rests in her armpit. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

An unholy scream.... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! is torn from her lips.  And again ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!

He draws the iron back as it cools..A strip of charred flesh clinging to it. 

Elisabeth thrashes and heaves on the ungiving iron bars of the wheel. Still screaming her agony to the roof..the wailing of a tormented soul..

He returns the iron to the coals.. He picks another white hot shimmering bar from the coals. 

Oh God!!!   Mercy!!!    MERCY!!!!!!!    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Confess child!   Confess!!

I cannot!! I am innocent!!  PLEASE!!!   No more!!!   PLEAASSEEEE!!!!!

Again torture master, again.....

Durn moves to poor Elisabeth, pointing the glowing iron, pressing it's horrific tip to her other side...SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!  .sliding it slowly up, up, up  till it  rests in her other armpit.

Elisabeth's screams are inhuman.  Echoing and reverberating round the torture chamber.  Screaming and screaming her untold agonies.  Scream after scream...
Her body writhing and thrashing on the cruel device, convulsing in unimaginable agony.

Darn removes the iron from her seared flesh and another piece of her flesh tears away.

Open her he tells the acolytes.. They grasp a foot and spread it widely to the side, running the ropes tied to the weights over a bar to hang there. They do the same with her other leg.   Her legs are now spread widely.  The weight now not only stretching her body but threatening to split her  in two.

Durn removes another iron from the hot coals.  It has a flat square forged into the end..

He stands in front of Elisabeth.  As he reaches out to her she starts screaming before it even touches high up on the inside of her thigh!!!!!!  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARR!!!!!!!!!

He exchanges it for another iron just like it. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! he brands her other thigh.

Elisabeth is going mad with pain as she screams again and again, her head twisting side to side as she suffers under the torture.

Durn turns yet again to his simmering brazier and lifts still another flat iron.  Elisabeth is twisting and struggling, her eyes bulging, her mouth wide in a continuous scream.  He presses this iron to her pudendum..just above her no longer private place.  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!

She slumps into merciful unconsciousness..  her head hanging back.. mouth still open in a now soundless scream.

Konrad sneers at her.  Remove her to the cells.  A few weeks to think and we will talk with her again.

Part 4

It is not commonly known that it was  viewed as a grave infraction by the Holy Office for a subject, under interrogation, to die as a result of torture while being questioned (tortured) by the Inquisitor.

As a result great care was taken to insure that when a subject under torture was deemed  near death, or close thereto, the torture was suspended, and they were removed and given medical care to return them to a state of reasonable well being to resume questioning, (torture)..  

And so it was some months later when it was judged that Elisabeth was fit to be returned to the chamber and questioning resumed

There was no illusion on her part now as to what awaited her.  Uninterrupted, sustained, merciless torture.

When they came for her she screamed and fought the guards, struggling with all her strength to keep from being taken to that chamber of horrors.  Where she knew unimaginable terrors awaited her. 

When they finally thrust her into the torture chamber, Konrad the Grand Inquisitor sat at his velvet draped table on the raised platform at one side of the stone chamber of horrors. 

Well my dear, have you reconsidered your position on the charges against you?

Have mercy your grace, have mercy!  I am no witch!  I have no supernatural powers!  I am a plain peasant girl!  I am innocent of the charges!

Such rubbish!..You have been charged as a witch and a conjurer!  Confess now and it will be over in a short while!

But I am innocent sire.  I'm No Witch!   Please you must believe me!

Dungeon Master do with her as you see fit.  See that she confesses her sins.

Durn, the Dungeon/Torture Master orders two of the acolyte helpers to secure her.

Elisabeth screams NOOOOOOOOOO!!   She struggles as the acolytes seize her arms and drag her under chains hanging from the ceiling.   Her wrists are fastened into shackles and hooked to two wide spread chains.  Her arms are hoisted up and apart till her toes barely touch the floor.  Her ankles are then shackled to two more widely spaced chains lying on the floor.  She is then hoisted again till she is suspended clear of the floor and stretched tightly, spread eagled.

Durn circles her admiringly.  Despite the horrible burns inflicted on her before, she is still a strikingly beautiful specimen.   Her prodigious breasts outthrust, the nipples large and stiff in the chill of the room.  Her torso still slender and shapely.  Her derriere prominent and well rounded, her legs long and well formed.   He is fairly slavering thinking of what he will soon do to this lovely body.   How she will scream in agony as he tortures her.

Elisabeth's eyes are round as sauces as she watches him in terror.

Durn goes to the wall and selects a six foot long horse whip, thin and slightly flexible.  He walks back to stand just to her side and to the rear... 

He slashes the whip a few times for her to hear its whistling as he swings it back and forth.  SSSSHHHHHHHOOOOOOSH!    SSSSSSSSHWWWWWWWWOOOOOSSSSSH!!!!

Elisabeth's body is trembling in anticipation!

SSSSSSHHHHHHHHLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAKKKK!!  It slashes across her back, high up across her shoulder blades!

uuhhhhhhhoooooo!!!!!!

SSSSSSSSLAAAKKKKKKKK!!!!

ahhhhhhhoooooooooo!!!!!

Again..SSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLAKKKKKK!!
And again......Durn whips her taut body....Lash after lash as he works his way down her back, over her buttocks,  down the backs of her thighs.

oooohhhHHHHHH!!!!.....uuuHHHHHH!!!!
Elisabeth groans and moans as he beats her naked stretched form.  30,40,50 lashes.  He does not count, he just keeps beating her naked spread body...

Sweat trickles from her body, dripping to the stone floor beneath her.  

Oh God stop!   Please stop!..

I haven't begun to really apply myself witch!
He circles to her front,,eyeing her spread eagled body. 

He begins to whip her stomach, her thighs, the whip curling around her ribcage to snap at her back.  Again and again he slashes at her defenseless flesh.   

He pauses and looks up at her tear streaked face.   The eyes of a trapped animal..unable to stop the merciless beating of her lewdly displayed body.

His eyes travel up to her outthrust breasts, so voluptuous and enticing.

OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOO!!!  He couldn't contemplate such an inhuman thing!!!!!!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

He takes a step sideways and with a backhanded swing...brings the full force of his strength into a blow to the underside of her breasts!!!!  SSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
The soft flesh compresses nearly enveloping the whip.....

Elisabeth screams, an unearthly shriek,  torn from her wide stretched mouth!!!!

Durn slashes again at her breast, higher up almost across the centers..

She screams and shrieks her  in agony as angry red welts appear across her tender mammary mounds.

Another slash,,this time full across both nipples,, they feel as though seared with a hot iron.

Elisabeth screams at the top of her lungs to the vaulted ceiling, her head thrown back, mouth wide in screams of agony..

Over and over Durn thrashes her breasts, his body is slick with sweat as he beats her.

Her screams of intolerable agony echo and reecho from the walls.

Stop!  Stop!...Mercy!...Please!!! Mercy!!!
No More!  I cant stand any more!   Mercy!!

Confess child....Confess!!!

I cannot!  I Will not!! I'm not a witch!   Mercy!   Please I'm begging you!! Stop!!

Move on torture master!!

With your eminences permission I would like to call on the Countess.

Yes, yes.  By all means.  The Countess has some very persuasive methods in her repertoire that make for some fascinating
results.  She is especially convincing when she exhibits her flaying techniques.  Do request her to participate.

Elisabeth's heart palpitates as she hears the word "flay"

Durn leaves Elisabeth  hanging and leaves the torture chamber. 

Konrad orders a refreshing repast and watches the tormented Elisabeth sway, spread wide and quivering in agony as he enjoys his food and wine.

Durn meanwhile travels a labyrinth of passageways in the below ground dungeons.  He finally arrives before a door just like the one leading to the chamber where Elisabeth is being tortured.  As he opens it a tormented shriek of agony issues from within.

He steps into a chamber much like the one he moments before had left.

In the center of the chamber a young man was trussed.  Naked he was suspended by his arms over a stout horizontal timber some 8 feet from the stone floor.  His arms were passed over the top of the timber then looped around in front of him and tied together.  His ankles were tied to two posts some 10 feet part, a short distance in front of him. 

Between his widely splayed legs his genitals hung.   His formidable penis was erect, thrusting out from his groin.  It was firmly in the grasp of the Countess who was slowly masturbating him.  His scrotum was stretched far below , a rawhide thong cinched tightly just above his testicles,  a stone weight of some 5 kilos hung from it, the skin stretched tight over the tender orbs , shinning in the light.

The cause of the shriek was evident as Durn watched the Countess again strike the exposed testes with a heavy leather strap.!!!  eliciting another agonizing, high pitched scream from the young man.

Taking note of Durn's entrance she left off her flagellation of his most delicate parts and released his throbbing penis.

The poor wretch whimpered and moaned in pain, his body hanging and twitching..

Ah my friend!  Welcome to my play room!

Greetings Countess.  The Inquisitor has a witch he is questioning.  She is however quite stubborn and refuses to confess.  He was hoping you might like to play with her a bit to see if you might make some progress, but I see you are quite occupied at present.

Oh this is nothing!  I'm just teaching this pig to respect my property.  He stole a bit of meat from my kitchen to feed his miserable family.  I can continue later.  I'm quite sure Sister Mary Ellen and the other ladies of the order will welcome the opportunity to amuse themselves with him
in my absence. It is not often I allow them to "play" with my guests.   Isn't that right Sister?

Oh yes Countess!!  We will take Very good care of him! 

No damage you understand!  Just Play a bit, keep him interested in "things".  I don't want you draining any of his bodily fluids, understand?  You may play with his "equipment"as much as all of you like.  A bit of oral fun wouldn't be out of order, But, absolutely NO emissions,, understand?

Oh yes of course Countess...We will just have much delicious fun with him!

Good.. Here, tie off that huge erection with this thong!  That will guarantee he will not emit any of his lovely fluids.   Bind it tight now remember!  It must be Very tight.  That way you can play and orally worship as much as you like!  He may even enjoy it a bit.   Although not the denying part very much!  

Come my friend, let us see your little lady.
Have a good time Sister!

Oh we will Countess!!  We will have a Very good time!   No need to hurry back!

Don't forget your bag of implements Countess, Durn remarked.

No danger of that friend.  I Always carry my pouch of toys!!!

They soon arrived back at the torture chamber where Elisabeth still hung, limp and exhausted from her beating at the hands of Durn.

  His grace was just finishing his refreshments and was sipping a bit of chilled Riesling.

Ahh welcome my dear Countess!   So glad you were able to grace us with your presence!.. This devils whore refuses to recant and confess.  I thought you might teach her the error of her ways.  I see you brought your pouch of friends with you.

Thank you your eminence!  As always I am eager to be of service..  Ummm and such a delectable morsel you have for me too.! Come let us get her out of that suspension and arrange her more to my liking.

Durn, I think in the manner of our friend we just left.

Elisabeth was lowered to the stone floor and untethered.  She was hustled to a horizontal bar 6 feet above the floor.  Her arms were pulled up and over the top, pulled down and brought to her sides and the wrists strapped together in front of her.  Naturally this forced her large breasts to be thrust forward prominently. 

Her legs were then stretched forward and out to a pair of posts sticking up from the floor in front of her. The posts were 10 feet apart, her ankles  were strapped to rings 2 feet from the bottom  and spread wide.

Now then..using small diameter rope the Countess proceeded to wrap several turns very tightly around her right breast., then her left breast.   When she finished Elisabeth's  large breasts bulged out like two huge balls, slowly turning blue,,,then purple as the circulation was cut off.  The nipples too bulged out....begging for attention.!!!  Exactly the intent.   

Now you miscreant of the devil!!   Will you confess Now?  Or must I proceed further?

I know not who you are or by what omission of sanity you can claim to be a Countess, but I will not confess to HIM, or You!  I AM NOT A WITCH!  Nothing you do can change that.!! You are the whore.  The whore of this, this person.

Oh my, my!  You are a feisty one as his eminence says.   Well we shall see what kind of a song you sing when I play with you. Bitch whore!!

Bring my table of toys here before I open my pouch.. A bit of preliminary is indicated.

The Countess selected a heavy leather strap, quite like the one she was using on the poor soul trussed in Her chamber.  She swung it a few times and stepped in front of Elisabeth's wide spread thighs.

THWACK!!!...she lashed Elisabeth between her wide open thighs!!

OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

THHHHWWAAAAACCCKKK! Again.. striking full across the open lips of Elisabeth's sex.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

THHWWAAAKKKK!!!!!  THHHWAAACCKKK!!! THWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAACKKK!!!THWACKKKKKKKKK!!!  THHHHHWWWAAACK!!!

Elisabeth screamed!!    AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG!!!!!!   And screamed!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

THHHWWAACCKKK!!!!   THHWWAACCKKKK 

Elisabeth felt the fires of hell burned in her soft tender flesh!!!!

THHHWWAAACCKK!!!!  The countess continued thrashing her poor exposed parts.   

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!   Stop!!  STOP!!
No more!!  No more!!!  Her body heaving as she gasped for air, her purple swollen breasts shaking and trembling.

Am I still the whore?   Bitch?

Silence!  Broken only by Elisabeth's panting.

ANSWER ME you miserable witch!!!!!

No answer!!

The Countess raises the strap!!

NO!  NO!  Please NOOO!!!

Well?   Your answer!!

No,, no,, you are not a whore!! Please don't hit me with it again.  Please!

That's a bit better.  Now we will proceed.  She placed her leather pouch on the table and unrolled it...Revealed in all their monstrous horror were the glittering tools of her very special talents. 

Needles with barbed ends and shafts, hooks, some pointed, others with sharpened edges.   Scalpels and blades, honed to a fine edge for slicing under the skin, tweezes to lift and pull skin away from flesh as it is peeled from the body. 

The Countess is a master at flaying the skin from a shrieking, screaming human being.  She has kept victims alive for days as she systematically skinned them alive.  Bit by bit.

A stool is brought and placed next to Elisabeth.  The countess picks over her toys and picks one out, she  seats herself and reaches out to titillate one of Elisabeth's nipples, her long nail tracing a delicate path around the turgid peak.

Now little girl....do we have anything to confess? or shall I introduce you to my friends here?

Oh God Nooo!  I have nothing to confess!!!
I keep telling you I am not a witch!!  Pleasee!!   PLEEAASSEEE!!!! You must believe me....Pleasseee!

I see we are getting nowhere!  Where shall I begin?   Hmmmm?


To Be Continued......

PART 5


Elisabeth stares in fascinated terror, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she watches the Countess titillate her nipple. 

She is like an insect pinned to a dissecting board,, splayed, ready for whatever torture the twisted mind of this depraved creature may devise.

The Countess delicately grasps the handle of a gleaming scalpel and very lightly traces a line around the aureole of Elisabeth's breast.  It seems to barely touch the flesh.  A thin red line follows in the wake of it's point however.   Slipping the point under the skin along the line she slowly works the point between skin and flesh.

Elisabeth screams!!!   EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIII......

Slowly..slowly the Countess works along the edge of the aureole..gently working the blade further and further under the skin until there is enough peeled back for her to take a pair of tweezers and grasp it..lifting to allow access to the fine edge
of the instrument to the line where flesh meets skin.   Carefully pulling up on the flap she slides the point along the line......slooooowllyyyy separating the skin of her nipple from her breast.

Elisabeth's howls and screams in unbelievable excruciating agony, her head thrashing, her mouth stretched wide in a wailing screech of terror. 

As used to horrific screams as he is even Konrads ears are assaulted.  It was said that Elisabeth's screams could be heard in the courtyard of the abbey above even through the yards of stone and earth separating it from the torture chamber.

OH GOD!!    MERCY!!   MERCY!!     STOPPP!  ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!
IN GOD'S NAME!!!! STOPPPPPP!!!

Confess!!

I cannot!!    I am not a witch!      NEVER!!!  NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Her screams grew more intense as the Countess continued slowly peeling the skin from her nipple.

Please!!!  No more!!  No more!!!  
YYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAA!!!

Intent on her work..the Countess slowly continued working her blade under the skin.   Bit by bit stripping the skin from the weeping glistening teat.   Obviously enjoying her work and the screams of her victim,,a diabolical smile on her evil face. 

Elisabeth continued to squeal and shrilly shriek her agony.

The Countess kept on with her grisly task.  A task of love for her.

At last with an exclamation of triumph she straightened and held up a circle of weeping,shining skin in her tweezers.    The living skin she had stripped from Elisabeth's proud breast.

Elisabeth quaked and shivered, shrieking her agony to the roof above,, her sinews taut as cables, her muscles bulging in a frantic, futile struggle. And screaming...and screaming.....!!!!!!!!!

Never had some of the acolytes seen such a barbaric display of depraved torture.  Some turned pale and had to turn away so repulsed were they.

Confess my little one and I will stop!  Refuse and I can continue all day!!  Slowly peeling the skin from your body!  Confess!!!

No more!!   Please..No more!!! I can't endure any more!!!    Please stop!!

Then confess devil whore! CONFESS!!!!!

In God's name I swear!! I AM NOT A WITCH!!
You must believe me!!  Please stopp!!

Confess!! Or do you wish me to flay the other one too??

NOOOOOO!!!!   NOOOOOOO!!   I will not confess to a lie!!!    I will NOT!!!!

Shall I continue your Eminence?

By all means Countess....This is rather exhilarating. Yes please continue!  Let us see how much of her person she is willing to forego to continue the pretense of innocence. Yes proceed it's rather enjoyable watching you at work.,,,, and listening to her expressing herself so eloquently.

A pleasure Your Grace.  Perhaps I shall move to another location for my next presentation.  The Countess stands and moves her seat from Elisabeth's side to settle between her widely splayed thighs.
Peering closely at the lewdly displayed sex spread before her, she slips a finger between the lips of Elisabeth's sex.  Sliding it up and down.  Playing with the nub of her clitoris, pushing back the hood to reveal the pink bud of Elisabeth's most tender organ.

NOO!!  NOOO!!!   NOOOOO!!!!

Exchanging her scalpel for a shinning hook the Countess wriggles it under the protecting hood,,,,she picks up another hook and does the same...She then uses them to pull the shield up and away,, leaving the clitoris exposed and throbbing in terrified anticipation. 

Just look at how it shivers in expectancy Your Grace.  Oh this will be exquisite!!  But first we must rid ourselves of these bothersome hooks and the flesh they hold.
Taking another of her gleaming finely sharpened scalpels,, she traces a line around the protecting covering.    A swift slice or two and the fleshy hood slides away on the hooks, the clitoris now naked and exposed to the villainous machinations of this depraved woman.

NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
STOP!!!  STOPPP!!!    PLEASE!! STOOOOOPPP!!!  Pleading between her gasps of screaming!!  NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Just say the word!    Confess!!!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!   NEVER!!!!!!

Very well you devils spawn!

The Countess leans closer between Elisabeth's thighs....she places the point of the scalpel to the base of Elisabeth's poor clitoris, and starts lightly to trace around the nub, the first step to peeling the skin.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!   NOOOOOOOOOOO!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
I CONFESS!!!    I CONFESSSS!!!!     Anything!!
Anything!!!!   Just stoppppppp!!!!!!!!

Ahhhhhhhh!!!!  Your skills triumph again my dear Countess.. Congratulations!!

Scribe.. Take down the confession.  We must have it in her own words.

Elisabeth is quickly unbound.  The ropes from her breasts.  Her arms unstrapped and pulled back over the timber, her ankles released.   She slumps to the stone floor whimpering, her hands shielding her flayed breast, her mutilated sex. Whimpering and sobbing...

Take her to her cell and see she is cared for.  She must be ready for the stake as soon as possible.  We must save what remains of her soul.    We must show that the church will not allow these devils tools to contaminate the people. 

I thank you again Countess.   You may return to the amusements you so kindly interrupted to help us in our effort to save this poor girls soul.

Thank you your grace.   As always a delight to serve you, especially when you have such delightful subjects to play with.   Would you care to join me?

No, no, Countess, although I thank you for your kind invitation... It would be pleasant to watch more of your diversions but I don't want to restrain you from a "final" solution to your problem.  You know the rule about death under duress by a church official such as I. 

Ahh yes !    It could well reach that result Your Grace.

With that the Countess departed and returned to her own subject of punishment.

She could hear the sounds of a person under considerable duress as she approached her own private chamber.  She strode into the room, and there, still tethered on the bar and stretched out, just as she left him, was the peasant she was teaching a lesson.   

Sister was busy orally brining him up to the brink yet again as he twisted and moaned in frustration.    His testicles now supported even more than the 10 kilos the Countess left hanging from them.    One of the novices had as much of his testes as there was accessible in her mouth,, sucking vigorously, while another was sliding a wooden phallus in and out of his rectum.    He was bathed in sweat and was thrashing and straining at the straps holding him, babbling and whining to obtain release. 

Well it seems you are having a great deal of fun with our "guest" Sister!!

Oh yes Countess.   He has been trying to reach that nirvana constantly since you left.   It has been much fun playing with him like this.  We all thank you for the opportunity to play with such large and well developed parts as he has.  I, and even some of the novices were able to completely envelope his huge penis, over and over again.   We only wish we could have tasted his most succulent emissions.   I would wager they would be copious and quite delicious.

Well maybe I will allow you a little morsel later on.

Ohhh that would be delightful Countess.

Going to the poor trussed young man she grasped his swollen phallus and manipulated it a few times.

Oh please!  Let me achieve that which I need so badly....Please!..They have been tormenting me without letup   I am close to exploding!

By the time I finish with you thief you will wish you never had these appendages. 


She goes to her table of playthings and picks up the strap she had been usuing before.
Returning to him she swigs it back and forth.

His eyes widen in terror as he recalls her earlier beating.

She smiles her evil grin and standing between his wide splayed legs brings the strap down hard on his stomach!

UUHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Across his rock hard penis, making it jump and bounce back and forth.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Then taking careful aim she slashes it down to strike his swollen stretched testicles, eliciting a high pitched scream as he strained against the straps holding him.  His muscles bulging and straining, sinews tight as wires. She strikes them again!.... Again!!  Again!! His howls of pain echo from the stone walls.    She continues beating his tender globes.    Sweat drips from his taut body as he twists and squirms as best he is able.  His screams reverberating about the chamber.  

Finally she stops   He continues to wriggle and squirm...moaning and whimpering in agony.  His balls are screaming.  They feel they have been crushed or incinerated.

Come here Sister.

Yes Countess.

I'm going to remove that thong on his penis Sister.  I want you to suck him.  Force him to ejaculate his pent up juices.   And I want you to share it with your novices,  drinking down every drop of his spend. And you or any others are to keep fellating him till I tell you to stop.  Do you understand?

Oh YES Countess.     Ummm yes indeed we will not stop ever if you wish.   He is so well endowed and his flow will surely be delicious.

With that Sister went to him and removed the thong about the base of his grossly swollen phallus.  It leapt and quivered as new blood rushed into it, making it swell even more.  She descended on it like a man in the desert going for water, slurping and swallowing every millimeter of it till her nose pressed his belly.  Then she  let the entire length slide from her lips till just the head lingered in her sucking mouth.  She licked and sucked on the head then slid the entire monster back into her mouth and throat..bobbing her  head as she sucked..A few moments ago he was screaming in agony having his testes beaten, now he is being sucked as he had never been sucked in his life..

Two or three novices crowded eagerly around..hoping for a chance.  

Sister!!  Allow your novices a chance..

Yes Countess.

She allowed the huge penis to slide lingeringly from her mouth,, it quivered in the air.  Immediately one of the novices leapt upon it.  Gulping it down till she had enveloped it's hugeness into her face, sliding it in and out, sucking and tongue slurping it.    She surrendered it to one of the other girls after a little and she too enveloped his throbbing, swollen member.    They kept this up, switching off and taking turns sucking his surging penis.

Finally he grunted and screamed he was about to ejaculate.  Sister took it into her mouth and throat, sucking with all her ability..  With a roar he heaved and expelled a tremendous load of male sperm.  Flooding her mouth and running from her lips.

At this very instant.....the countess smashed the strap into his testes.    He screamed in pain and continued to spew gout after gout of thick viscous cum.


Sister allowed the novices to suck it into their mouths and lap the length of the big phallus, slurping and sucking......

Finally he slumped back..spent....   The sucking went on.   Soon he was begging them so stop...His penis after so much stimulation and denial,,,then the beating of his testicles shriveled. But then slowly it began to stiffen and swell.  Soon the four girls managed to get it back in all it's tumescent throbbing hugeness.

Now he was the Countesses again.  She stood by him and slowly fondled his once again massive erection.  It was very tender and he squirmed in discomfort. 

The Sister had wheeled the Countesses table of toys over and the Countess picked up an ivory dildo at least 14 inches long.  It was curved and narrowed at one end and then flared to a base.   She scooped up some of his semen from his belly and smeared it over the artificial phallus and reaching under him applied some to his  rectum....she placed the head of the dildo to his puckered hole and twisting and pushing forced it into his ass.   Further, further she pushed until the narrow neck popped into his rear and the base rested firmly against his bottom globes.    The head of it was firmly inserted through his prostate.   

Next she picked up a brass rod 1/4 inch round and over a foot long.  It had a small knob on one end.  Again retrieving some of his semen from the lips of one of the novices she lubricated the knob.

Grasping his penis she placed the knob to the opening of his urethra, twirling and pressing on it.  It soon insinuated itself into the tube and she proceeded to slide it further and further up his throbbing penis.
When all 12 inches of it was fully up into his organ she stepped back.

His face was a mask of pain.  He tried to expel the rod but to no avail.   The Countess smiled and taking the protruding end of the rod in her fingers she slowly twirled as she withdrew it until just the knob was inside of his screaming phallus.   The she pushed it back in.
Then withdrew it.  Then reinserted it.    In and out,,in and out.  She was fucking his penis ......from the inside..  It felt as if a hot poker were being forced in and out of his huge pulsating organ.

NOW!!   We will begin your REAL punishment you thieving pig!!


To Be Continued>>>>>>>

Part 6

The poor creature trussed to the timber and posts was straining against the straps holding him spread for the Countess. 

She continued sliding the probe back and forth in his massively swollen penis.  He whimpered and moaned as it pushed against the bottom of his cock behind his stretched scrotum. 

The countess motioned to the Sister who brought a small torch.  The countess held it below the end of the brass probe protruding from the large shinning head of his phallus.   He wriggled and squirmed as the rod quickly heated.   Then he was shrieking in pain as it started to glow, the juices seeping from around the probe began to bubble and then sizzle,  a spiral of steam curled up as his pre-cum boiled.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!

A high pitched scream hurled from his open mouth, his lips pulled back from his teeth as bellow after bellow of agony issued forth.

The Countess removed the flame but his peels of agony continued as the probe slowly cooled.

Now she picked up the leather strap and lashed at his stretched scrotum and balls.  More howls were emitted by his thrashing body.

After a dozen or so blows she placed a low stool between his wide spread thighs and asked for her collection of implements.  One of the novices, eyes wide in fascination, trundled her cart over.  Another novice, visibly excited,  pushed the brazier next to it.

Watch carefully ladies we are about to teach our young thief a lesson in the respect of the property of his betters.

The Countess opened her pouch of instruments, cleaned after their use on Elisabeth, and selected a shiny steel comb with the teeth sharpened to needle sharp points and hooked at the ends.   

She touched it to his tightly stretched scrotum and drug it downward, slicing into the super sensitive bag holding is screaming beaten testes.  He tensed and strained, his muscles bulging, the straps creaking as he twisted.  A horrific scream was torn from his mouth as the Countess shredded his ball sack. 

Next she reached to the brazier and the needles placed there, now white hot.  Picking one up in a pincher, she grasped his testicles and raised them up.   She then wove the needle in and out of the flesh of his scrotum. 

His screams were like those of an animal being crushed.  High pitched and echoing from the stone walls of the chamber.  His seared flesh sizzled and bubbled around the needle.  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

She selected another and did the same.
SSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

There was no blood, the hot glowing needles cauterized the flesh as it went, sealing the capillaries and vessels.   Four times she skewered  the stretched sack. 

The Countess lifted his testicles and unfastened the weights hanging from them.
Taking a thin leather thong she wrapped it tightly around the sack just above his testes and wound it round and round,,tightening it further and further.  till the skin was stretched  tight and shone as though polished.  She scratched them with her long finger nails eliciting groans from her victim.  

Turning to her little cart she picked a small device up and looked it over.. Hmmmm yes!  Just the thing.  It consisted of two flat plates connected by two screws.  She slipped it over his tender globes, one under,,,the other over his nuts.   Then she tighten the screws of course.  His already beaten and swollen testes immediately screamed their pain to him and he howled in agonized anguish.   She flattened them till the the globes  were bulging from the sides of the device.   He was unable to voice anymore screams as the unbelievably horrific , excruciating crushing of his testes overloaded his brain and took his breath from his lungs.

Finally with him quivering and moaning in agony she stopped crushing them.   He continued to moan and whimper, trembling. 

Now the culmination of her torture.    She picked up a glowing needle.....and placing it's point to one of the bulging testicles......slowly skewered his already screaming testicle. 

He found his voice an screammmmed!!! YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! 

The Countess took another needle and skewered the same testicles again!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Surely no one had ever felt such pain. He screamed and screamed.  Stretching and thrashing against the straps. 

She pierced that one testicle with no less that four white hot shimmering needles.

His screams were abominable in their intensity. Rebounding and echoing in the chamber.   And she still had another to be pierced.

The Countess continued and did Just that. 

He was a shivering quaking shell...Unable to do anything but scream and twitch in his agony

Finally the countess rose.  Glaring down at the hulk of a human being quivering before her she sneered and said, "remember this next time you are tempted to steel the property of a superior being"

With that she turned and exited the chamber, telling  the Sister and her novices that they may spend as much time as they wish with him, "Playing and amusing themselves"

To Be Continued..with another heretic as guest of Konrad of Marburgh.

Part 8


Jamma is spread on the rack!  Konrad has told the torture master to proceed, to "Rack Her"

Gurd smiles and nods his head to one of the watchers who paid to take part in Jamma's torture.   He eagerly rushes to the head of the rack and grasping the wheel starts turning it to stretch poor Jamma.

Her ordeal by torture begins.  The roller at the top end turns slowly, tightening the chains fastened to the shackles around her wrists.  As they draw her upward her legs are stretched even wider as she is drawn tighter, stretched.  The ratchet clacks away at each tooth of the cog.  CLACK!   CLACK!  CLACK!!

Jamma is pulled to the limit of her reach. 

"Last chance whore!... Confess as avoid the rending asunder of you body!"

"I am innocent!  I have nothing to confess!!"

Konrad smirks and nods his head to Gurd.

The pervert at the wheel leans into it,,, CLACK!...CLACK!

Jamma gasps as the first straining of her limbs is felt.  She feels the muscles pulling against the iron greaves at wrist and ankle.   The ungiving metal digging into her flesh.

CLACK!...CLACK!....CLACK!

ooooOOOOOOOO!!

The grinning degenerate is fairly drooling at the unholy display of Jamma's body.  His eyes devouring her strained breasts, her  lower torso stretched flat as he continues turning the hellish wheel.

Jamma feels the tendons of her arms and legs stretching taut, straining to keep her from being torn asunder.   The pain lances up and down her arms from shoulder to wrist like bolt of fire.   Her legs shuddering as they are drawn further and further from her hips..

EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!   Screams are hurled from her open mouth.  She thrashes her head from side to side, wailing in agony as the wheel inexorably turns.

CLACK!  CLACK!   

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

CLACK!  CLACK!!

Pain like a dagger being thrust into her shoulder stabs through her as with a sickening click the bone slips from it's socket.

NNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

A few seconds later the other shoulder disjoints!

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

The wheel turner pauses at Gurd's signal.

Jamma is bowed from the platform.  Her torn joints screaming in indescribable pain.

She is bellowing in agony, her eyes bulging as the intense pain courses through her.  Her screams are continuous, she writhes and screams, and screams.   The shrill shrieking echoes from the stone walls and ceiling. 

Konrad is beaming and nodding his head in delight.  Nothing so satisfying as to hear a lovely female screaming in incredible agony.  Her screams of anguish and terror thrilling him to the core.   He makes a motion to Gurd to halt further stretching of Jamma's quaking tortured body.

Gurd stops the depraved individual at the wheel.   He sticks an iron bar in the chain links to insure they do not loosen.

Jamma is screaming for mercy.  "Please!    No more!  Mercy! I beg of you!....."

"All you need do is confess my child."

"In God's name I swear I have nothing to confess!!  I am innocent!  I am innocent!  Stop!" 

"You dare use his name  denying your being a devils whore?  Leave her.   I have others to convince of their misguided devil worship.   Come we will go to another chamber to question them."

"NOOOOO!!!    You can't leave me like this!!   Stop!  Come back!   Release me!  NOOOOOOO!!!"

"You may think of your transgressions against the church while we are gone.  Confess and you will be freed."

"NOO!  NOOO!! I'm not a witch!  I am innocent!   Don't leave me this way!  YYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Konrad, Gurd and the onlookers leave Jamma.  Stretched upon the hellish rack.  Her limbs half torn from her body. Screaming in abject agony.

An hour passes.  Jamma screams and screams.   They reverberate from the cold stone of the torture chamber.  She begs for release, the agonizing pain is driving her mad.  No one hears.  She is alone in her excruciating agony.

Another hour goes by.  The pain is unending.  Rather than abating as her body acclimates to the tearing of her body, it grows.  Worsening with each passing minute.  The agony shoots from joint to joint,protesting the tearing of muscle and ligament.  The pain grows and increases.  Her screams go on and on. 

Another hour.  Jamma is babbling and whimpering as she lies on her bed of torture.  Her head rolls from side to side as she pleads for mercy.   "Stop the pain!  Stop the pain!  I am innocent!!  Dear God help me!   Hellllp meeeeee!" Jamma passes in and out of lucidness.   But always there is the unrelenting pain. 

Another hour passes.  Jamma is quivering and twitching.  She pleads, she begs.  She will do anything.   Just stop the unrelenting torment of her stretched body.

Konrad and his helpmeets return.  While the oaken door to the chamber of horrors is open it is possible to hear the long uninterrupted screaming of a tortured woman from another chamber. 

"Well my child. Have you reconsidered your position and are ready to confess?"

"Oh God, please,  Please!  Stop this torment!  I can't stand anymore!   Pleaseee!"

"Of  course.   All you need do is confess you are a disciple of Satan and a witch!   It will then be over."

"NO!  NO!  NO! NO! NO!  I am NOT a witch!!  I cannot confess to such an unholy thing!  Have mercy!   Mercy, I'm begging you!  Please stop!"

"Enough of these lies.  Torture Master; do your work.  And don't spare exertion."

"Gladly Your Grace!"

He turns to the henchman and says, "another notch to ensure it has not loosened"

Gleefully the henchman leaps to the wheel.  CLACK!   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
CLACK!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Gurd goes to a table by the rack and picks up a large pair of pinchers and thrusts them into the brazier.   It takes but a few minutes for them to become white shimmering hot. 

Jamma watches with her eyes nearly jumping from their sockets, her body trembling.

Gurd pulls the pinchers from the brazier and approaches Jamma.

Jamma tries to shrink away but only succeeds in adding to the rending pain in her arms. "Oh my God No!   NOOOOOO!"

He places the shimmering iron jaws around one of Jamma's nipples, and closes them, crushing her nipple in a searing, hissing maiming of her flesh!  SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!     Then twists and pulls at the incinerated nub!

Jamma rises from the planks the muscles of her torso convulsing at the supreme destruction of her screaming flesh! A scream of insane agony issues from her wide stretched lips and goes on for what seems unending.  

While Gurd was tearing at Jamma's nipple, one of the henchman placed several other instruments into the brazier.  Gurd withdrew an iron with a spoon shaped end, glowing in white hot radiance.   He returned to Jamma's side. Jamma shivered and quaked, eyes wide in terror.

"NoooooOOOOOOOOO!"

Gurd merely smiles and touches the glowing end of the iron to Jamma's side just below the ribcage, sliding it up and in on her torso, up,up to stop between her shaking breasts, sizzling and sputtering!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Jamma is thrashing her head, screaming.  In spite of the horrendous pain to her arms she arches up from the rack,bellowing and howling as Gurd tortures her with the iron.  Wisps of steam and smoke rise from the trail of the wicked tool.

Konrad is beaming as Jamma's screams crescendo and vibrate from the ceiling.  So fortunate is he to be entrusted with the wringing of confessions from such lovely woman.  His most passionate desires fulfilled by their screams.   "Continue,,,,,,please!"

Leaving the brazier for the time being,  Gurd goes to the wall  and returns with a cane of bamboo.   He swishes it through the air a few times and walks around to Jamma's other side. 

Jamma is weeping and whimpering, her head now rolling from side to side constantly.   Watching Gurd approach she shrinks back, her eyes wide in disbelief that he has yet more torture to inflict on her ravaged body.  

He taps the end of the cane on the side of the rack.  "Ready my stubborn whore?"

'God No!...No more!.....Please Stoppp!"

"A soon as you confess"

"I cannot!  I am innocent!"

"As you wish!"   Gurd raises his arm and with all his tremendous strength slashes the cane down across the inside  Jamma's wide spread thigh.  Again and again.  Up and down the insides of her thighs he lashes her stretched flesh.  Stripes and welts rise on her tender skin.   Moving up her whips her lower belly and up to the bottom of her ribcage.  He pauses.  His eyes travel upwards and rest upon her glorious breasts.   The one seared with the terrible iron, the nipple crushed in the horrible pinchers.

Seeing his gaze Jamma frantically shakes her head.   No reasonable human could even contemplate it.  It would be unthinkable by any sane mind.  But no one has ever accused Gurd of being reasonable OR sane when it comes to the torture of woman.

He raises the cane high overhead and viciously lashes it down across both Jamma's heaving breasts. It sinks into the soft flesh, almost disappearing.

Jamma bucks and convulses, tearing at her displaced arms,,,,,screming........
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Again and again Gurd lashes Jamma's tormented breasts.    10-20,,,,,,30 times he flogs and scourges those sumptuous mounds.

Jamma screams and twists with each blow as Gurd flogs her mammary globes.

Gurd moves away from her side and goes to her feet to start a new attack on her.  But Jamma is slack on the rack.  She has mercifully  finally slipped into the dark blackness of unconsciousness.

"Sorry Your Grace!  She seems to have left us temporarily!"

"Pity!   It was beginning to become interesting.   Leave her there, we will resume when she is better able to feel your attentions"

Jamma lies on her bed of horror, unconscious and unaware for the moment of her unrelenting agony.

Grand Inquisitor Konrad reposes in relaxed comfort in his ornate "throne", enjoying a leisurely snack and libation while watching Jamma's body, stretched upon the vile instrument of torture, shiver and tremble even though she is unaware of anything at this time.

Gurd has left the dungeon and returned to "Play" with a poor wretch in another chamber.  It is not long before horrific shrieks and screams are heard emanating from that den of terror, as some unfortunate female is "put to the question."
The torture master is kept quite busy as he is renowned for his expertise and ingenuity in inflicting the maximum pain and agony upon a woman over extended periods.   There are documented cases of his torturing an unfortunate woman over many hours, even days of unrelenting torture.

Finally Jamma stirs and returns to the acute,piercing agony of her torment.  She moans and whimpers, sobbing in  her horrific agony. 

Konrad immediately sends for Gurd to return and resume the torturing of her torn body.

The unremitting screams from the other chamber do not cease even as he returns to the enjoyment of Jamma's torture.  This devilish fiends greatest pleasure is in the inflicting  and prolonging of the agony of unspeakable tortures he is capable of wreaking upon these doomed woman.  He is constantly dreaming of new ways to maim and torment them. The sweetest sounds to him are the unholy shrieks and screams of them as he applies his demonical devices and methods.

Konrad moves to the rack and looking into the terrified eyes of Jamma asks,  "do you confess to being a witch, a conjurer and a heretic?"

Jamma is barely able to speak but answers in a quavering voice "I am not a witch.  I am innocent of all these things.  Please I beg you, stop this.   I cannot stand the pain!   My arms, my entire body screams for an end to this"

"You ungodly whore! You will remain here and suffer the consequences of your refusal!"  Looking to Gurd he says, "Continue your work, increase the level"

With a mocking grin he rejoins, "It will be a great pleasure You Grace"

Jamma whimpers a "God NOO!  Please!   No More!  Pleaseee NOOOOO!


To Be Continued.........

Part 9


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.


To Be Continued...

Part 10


Jamma lies screaming and stretched upon the rack.  Her arms torn from their sockets as Gurd strips the shriveled skin seared loose by the superheated, boiling oil.

She writhes and wails in her agony as Gurd lifts the last of the skin from her tormented being.  Her breasts and much of her torso have been systematically flayed by this animal.

Konrad has been on the edge of his gilded throne, watching in undisguised relish as Gurd finishes skinning  Jamma.  His eyes fairly bulging from his head in admiration and envy.

Gurd loosens the ratchet on the rack and unbinds Jamma's wrists and ankles.  He lifts her from her bed of torment and carries her a short distance and dumps her form on the cold stone. 

Jamma lies trembling and shivering in her agony, as she sobs and whimpers...  Her body soaking wet in sweat.  Her moans and pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears.

Gurd pulls chains down from overhead and straps Jamma's ankles to two of them.  He then goes to the wall and turns a crank.  The chains tighten and drag Jamma across the rough stones till she is directly beneath the chains.   Gurd continues cranking and Jamma's legs are drawn up, up till she hangs upside down, her legs spread widely exposing her most private parts , her fingers dangling above the floor.  Her wrists are tied together and then to a ring in the floor.  Another rope is looped through a ring in the iron collar about her neck and stretched back so her body is arched like a bow.

Gurd moves between her splayed legs and places a huge rough hand on the open lips of her wide open sex. 

With a nod and a leering smirk, Gurd  goes to the wall where the various whips,flails and scourges hang.  He picks out a 2 inch wide leather strap some 3 ft long with a round braided handle.  Returning to Jamma he positions himself facing her lewdly exposed genitalia. 

A look of supreme malevolent pleasure is on his ugly face as he raises his arm and brings the strap down with all his considerable strength, laying it's vicious length directly on Jamma's quivering cunt.

Jamma goes ridged and a scream of gigantic proportions is hurtled from her wide open mouth.  The agony is indescribable.

Again and again Gurd scourges her defenseless pussy and pudendum.  He shifts his aim and whips the insides of her thighs from crotch to knee.  Up and down, back and forth he works, beating her exposed body.  Red wheals and welts follow the path of the murderous strap.

Jamma is bellowing in supreme agony as the whipping goes on and on. Gurd works his way up over her stomach and unbelievable lashes blow after blow of the monstrous strap across her flayed breasts. Her arms, already ripped from their sockets are bent and twisted in further torment.

Jamma slumps into unconsciousness and hangs limp in the bindings.

"That will do for now I think says Konrad.  Put her in her cell where she may contemplate the rewards of cavorting with Beelzebub!"

Gurd lowers Jamma to the floor and unfastens the strictures.  He roughly forces her dislocated arms back into their sockets.  Jamma screams as they are jammed back where they belong. Then slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of meal he takes her to her dank cell where he dumps her to the floor, turning her over to the jailers.

The jailers drag Jamma to the wall and chain her by the iron collar around  her neck to a ring high on the wall.   Her tormented arms are raised and cuffed to widespread rings.   Jamma stands in unremitting agony and soon slumps to the limit of her chains, her arms straining to keep from being ripped from their sockets again.

Sisters finally come and cleanse some of the grime from her tortured body...  Herbs and ointments are applied to the horrendous burns and where her skin has been flayed from her.

The Sisters will visit her regularly and dress her terrible wounds.  She is fed very little and water is seldom available. 

Jamma will remain in her damp dark cell for many months.  Eventually Konrad will recall she is there and have her returned to the torture chamber to be tortured yet again.  She will be horribly tortured again and again.

She may eventually confess to stop the ceaseless torment.   If she does she will be speedily sentenced to be burned at the stake in a public spectacle. Another soul saved from the clutches of Satan.

After Jamma had been removed, to suffer in her cell, Konrad had Gurd go to the torture chamber from which we have heard the unearthly screams of another "Witch" being questioned.  She is released from her shackles and bought to Konrad's den of abominable horrors.

Her name is Elspeth, a very buxom, blonde serving girl who has incurred the displeasure of a local landowner whose advances she spurned.   Quite sufficient grounds to be charged as a caster of spells and curses.    As usual she is completely innocent and hardly knows what conjuring and spells actually are or if they even exist.

No matter, for her heinous insult to the landowner, she now stands as accused, therefore quilty, of witchcraft and must be forced to confess she is a whore of Satan.

"Elspeth Stein you are accused of witchcraft and have been seen cavorting with your demonic master.  Confess your sins and you will  be spared being put to further questioning."

"I'm innocent Your Grace.   That is what I have been telling them but, they won't believe me."

"Why should they?  You have been observed doing strange things when you thought you were alone and unobserved."

"That's not true!  I'm not a witch!  You must believe me!"

"Preposterous!  We know what you are! Confess!

"But I'm innocent, I swear!  Please let me go!"

"Dungeon Master!  Apply your powers of persuasion."

The sadistic animal Gurd drags Elspeth beneath chains hanging from the vaulted ceiling above.  Her hands are  strapped together behind her.  More straps draw her elbows together tightly so they meet. It puts tremendous strain on her shoulder joints and she squeals in pain.

Gurd hooks the end of a chain to the straps binding her wrists.  He then cranks the chain tighter, raising her arms behind her.  Higher, higher they rise.  Elspeth is lifted to her toes.  Gurd raises the chain higher and with a gasp Elspeth's toes leave the floor.
When she is a couple of feet above the floor, Gurd stops and admires his preliminaries, Elspeth hands with her arms stretched high up behind her.  Her entire weight tears at her shoulders..  She gasps an whimpers.  

Gurd goes to as pile of implements near the wall and returns with two cement weights of some 10 kilos  each.  He places shackles on each of her ankles and then hooks the weights, one to each ankle.  Elspeth screeches and wails.

"Confess child,,,CONFESS!"

"I cannot. I am innocent"

Gurd smiles and hauls her higher.  More weights are hung from her feet. The pain is horrific.  Elspeth's arms are being twisted from their sockets as Gurd adds another 10 kilos to each ankle.

Elspeth screams as her shoulder joints are slowly being wrenched from her.

"CONFESS"

Elspeth shakes her head NOO!

Elspeth now hangs in the classic position of the appalling strappado.

Gurd raises her higher still.   He releases the ratchet holding the crank  and Elspeth drops, the chain clanging thru the overhead pulley.  Before her feet can reach the floor Gurd engages the pawl, bringing her to a jarring arm tearing jolt.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

"CONFESS!"

Elspeth again shakes her head.

Gurd raises her up again.  Elspeth is sobbing and moaning in pain.  Her shoulders screaming in agony.

"NOO!  Not again!.  NOO!

With a clank he releases the pawl and Elspeth once again hurls toward the floor, only to be brought up suddenly by the arresting of her fall.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Gurd immediately raises her again.

"NOO!! NOO!!   My arms will tear from my body! STOPPPP!.

"CONFESS"

"No! No!....  I am innocent!"

Konrad nods to Gurd and he raises her aloft yet again.

Elspeth screams ring about the chamber as over and over he hauls her up, then drops her.   Elspeth screams out her agony, pleading for mercy!

Konrad raises a finger to Gurd and then points to another engine of terror,  nodding as he does.

Gurd lowers the weeping Elspeth to the floor.  She collapses into a shaking heap, wailing and moaning.

He leaves her arms trussed behind her and removes the weights from her ankles.
He carries/drags her to another of the hellish implements in the chamber.

Using another chain hanging from the ceiling her attaches it to her wrists and turning a crank draws her nearly dislocated arms up and up behind her till she again is lifted from the floor.

Elspeth wails and shrieks in pain as her horrifically twisted arms are again used to lift her into the air. 

Gurd swings her over the new contrivance.  It stands on four legs which support a two foot long piece of timber whose upper edge has been shapened to a sharp inverted "V".  The Horse. 

Elspeth's eyes widen in terror as Gurd separates her legs and lowers her toward the sharp edge of the timber, a leg on either side.  Her stops before her tender labia comes in contact with the cruel edge.

"Confess my child and stop this"

"Elspeth looks to the heartless Inquisitor and says she cannot.  I'm innocent, I am    Not a witch!"

A wave of the hand from Conrad, and the torturer Gurd, lowers Elspeth's trembling body to the diabolical sharpened edge of the Horse.   As her genitalia settles to the surface he fastens the chain and reaching between her legs separates the lips of her sex.   Another inch or two and her entire weight rests upon the tender flesh of her most secret parts. 

A howl of pain bursts from her lips.

Gurd retrieves the horrific weights.  He takes great pleasure in showing them to Elspeth before hanging one of them from each leg.   Now the full weight of her own body, plus the added weight of 20 kilos hanging from each ankle, presses her down onto the demonic edge.

Elspeth shrieks in excruciating agony as the edge grinds into her tenderest parts.  Every movement increasing the  fiendish torture.  Her only means to ameliorate the excruciating torment is to raise herself up by means of hauling down on her arms and lifting the weight of not just her own body but the added weights.  When the pain becomes great enough Elspeth struggles to raise herself.  Her arms tremble, the muscles straining, the tendons taut as cords stand out in sharp relief as she raises herself just a few inches to lessen the agony between her thighs.  She holds herself up for mere seconds before her arms fail her and she lowers her lacerated labia to the punishing ridge.

Every move is accompanied  by shrieks and screams as the torture goes on and on.

Soon she must raise herself again in mind-boggling agony from the insidious edge imbedded in her  lips, only to be forced to lower her tortured self to further torment.   Up and down she struggles, each trip becomes a little more difficult....Elspeth is riding her "Horse". 

The horrific screaming goes on and on, reaching crescendo after crescendo.  Eventually Elspeth's strength is at an end. She is no longer able to raise her poor bleeding genitalia from the diabolical edge. She hangs, weighted down to the sinister instrument of torture,  being cleaved in twain, able only to wail her agony to the cold roof above. 

She lapses into the darkness of unconsciousness and Konrad has her removed to her cell.  To be nursed and cared for by the good Sisters so she will be able to be questioned once again. 


More to Come........

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!!!!

Part 13


Gurd continues to thrash Ilse's tortured breasts.  Lashing them repeatedly with the vile bamboo cane.   Each blow leaves a livid red welt across her horribly tormented globes

Gurd turns back to the brazier and withdraws a shimmering, white hot rod with a spoon shaped end.  Ilse's eyes bulge nearly from their sockets as he approaches.

"For the love of God!   NOOOOOOOOOO! "

"I should have him burn out your tongue for that" says Konrad.   "Brand her torture master, burn her till she confesses!"

Gurd, a look of diabolical pleasure on his face, reaches out the glowing iron and touches it to Ilse's labia, already spread open by her splayed legs.

Ilse screams and twists, trying to avoid the searing brand as it forces it's way between the lips of her vagina, spitting and sizzling!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT!!!

Her screams echo and reecho from the stone walls of the torture chamber.  The skewer tearing at her bleeding breasts, the spikes in her nipples dancing wildly. 

Gurd withdraws the iron from her seared sex and slides it up over her convulsing stomach. 

Ilse passes into blackness and hangs slack in her cruel cage, her body twitching and trembling even in unconsciousness.

"She has fainted your grace."

"Leave her hang then till she revives.  Then continue." 

Ilse hangs, her weight suspended by her neck and the evil skewer through her breasts.  The barbarous needles protrude from her nipples, shaking as she gasps for breath.

A bucket of filthy icy water is thrown over Ilse and she shudders awake, her eyes dart to and fro as she returns to the reality of her torture.

"End this my child.  Confess your pact with Satan and be saved further questioning!"

"I'll never confess to the abominations you accuse me of!  If anyone is in league with that evil demon it is you!  You who derive pleasure from the torment of innocents like me!"

"Torture Master continue the cleansing of this blasphemous whore!   I WILL have the truth!   Continue!"

"A pleasure Your Grace."

Ilse stared in wide eyed horror as the fiendish torturer reached again to the brazier.   He pulled from the coals a rod whose end had been beaten to a flatened scoop.  It shimmered white hot as he tapped it on the side of the brazier.   Then leering evilly he stepped in front of Ilse and stared with undisguised relish and extended the glowing brand toward her.  His pleasure filled eyes fastened upon Ilse's tormented breasts. To her surprise he did not touch the malevolent device to her flesh.  He merely cradled the shaft of the needle sticking from her breast.   His intent almost immediately became evident as the needle began to heat.   It soon transferred it's intense heat to the needle impaling her tortured breast.  Itsoon took on the dull red glow and then the bright orange of the iron.   Her flesh sizzled and bubbled, a wisp of smoke rising from her tortured nub.  Ilse screamed and writhed as her breast flesh was roasted, the smell of roasted human flesh filled the chamber. Ilse shrieked in excruciating agony as her breast was seared to the core.

"NOOO!!   ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  EEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Gurd chuckled and licked his lips while burning Ilse's mammary.  He returned the instrument to the brazier and withdrew another just like it.  Ilse's eyes bulged from their sockets and she tried to draw away as Gurd brought the brand to her other tit.  

"NNNOOOOO!!!    NNNOOOOO!!!!!   Have mercy!   NNOOOOO!!!!  I beg you!!!!   MERCY!!!'   

Gurd cupped the needle in the glowing iron and smirked in glee as the second needle heated and Ilse's flesh sizzled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Ilse struggled and shook as the unimaginable agony engulfed her.  Screaming and screaming as Gurd tortured her quaking body.

"Enough of this!  Maybe a bit of water will cool her down a bit."

Gurd nodded and lowered the chain pulling her breasts upward.  As her body relaxed ever so slightly Ilse shook and quivered, her weight now suspended by the insidious iron collar.  Gurd removed the rings from the skewer through Ilse's breasts.  He then commenced twisting and pulling the long slender rod from her breasts.   It had crusted over in the time it was imbedded in her flesh and it tore as he twisted and pulled it from her breasts.  Ilse howled in agony  as Gurd took great joy in inflicting maximum pain while removing the evil spear.  Then it was the turn of the needles and he inflicted yet more agony on those tortured globes, twisting and wrigling them back and forth as he withdrew them.

The diabolical iron corset came next.  As Gurd loosened the thumb screws and then pried the sections from her body, strips of skin clung to the iron bands leaving paths of raw weeping flesh.

"Oh God stop!  Please stop!  I'm NOT a witch!   Please you must believe me!   Pleasee no more!   Have mercy!  Stoppp!"

"You are possessed of the devil you harlot of Satan.  Confess and we will stop.  Otherwise we must cleanse your soul of the dastardly presence of this fiend"

"But I am innocent!   I am not a witch!  I have no contact with the devil!   Please! Don't hurt me anymore.!   I beg you!   PLEASE!!"

"A common lie by you servants of hell!    Proceed."

By now Gurd has released Ilse from her bindings and is dragging her to a strange framework to one side.  He roughly thrusts her upon it and starts binding her.  

It is an open frame of heavy timbers.  Some two feet wide and six feet long, it stands on legs of waist height.  At the top end the cross member extends well beyond the width of the rest of the frame.  There are numerous rings and shackles along the sides, ends and the legs.  At the midpoint there is a raised block of wood.  Gurd sits her upon this block, then forces her onto her back, pulling her arms out along the top cross member so that her arms are stretched out to her side.  Her legs are pulled to the bottom and curled over the end of the device to hang down and subsequently strapped to the legs of the frame.  A heavy leather strap goes over her hips holding her to the raised block.  Her head is placed between two wooden slabs and the slabs are forced against the sides of her head and secured with an iron bracket.   She is unable to move her head in any direction.  Another leather strap is fastened over her upper body, above her mutilated breasts, to hold her immobile. 

When finished Ilse is spread in a horizontal crucifixion pose. She is arched like a bow.   Her middle raised up and her legs and upper body pulled down.

Stout cords are tied about her arms, they are wound around her upper arms, then in open crisscross fashion to the elbow and again wound around the arm.  The same is done to her thighs.   A couple of turns around at the top of her thigh, then the crisscross pattern to just above the knee and a couple turns around the leg and tied off.  Their use will be explained as the torture progresses.

A leather helmet is placed over her face and buckled tight.  It covers her neck and lower face.  Her eyes are left uncovered as well as her mouth by this device.   It covers her nose and plugs fit into her nostrils forcing her to breathe through her mouth 

A metal brank is fit  into her mouth forcing it to remain wide open, then a large funnel is inserted into her mouth, shaped so it mates and seals with the mask.
Now she must breathe through the funnel. 

"I ask you once again.  Confess your contract with that Prince of Darkness and save your soul from eternal damnation!"

Ilse, frantic in terror shakes her head NO!
She tries to proclaim her innocence but the infernal contraption on her face precludes her from speaking. 

Konrad nods to Gurd and he in turn motions some acolytes over to assist.  It takes several assistants to administer the Water Torture.  One must hold the funnel in the Ilse's mouth steady while another pours water from a large pitcher into it.  Ilse has no choice.  She must swallow the tremendous amounts of water or suffocate.  She tries to hold her breath but sooner or later she must breathe.  When she attempts this the water flows down into her stomach. She is allowed respite to gasp in more air as the pitcher is refilled, then more water is poured into the funnel.  This is repeated over and over.  Soon her belly  swells with the bloated contents of their stomach.  More and more water is forced into the franticly struggling Ilse.  Her belly swells and swells till she appears as though pregnant.

While the chief torturer administers this, his assistants, two on either side, make use of the cords on upper arms and thighs  Stout sticks are inserted between the crisscrossed cords and then twisted.   The cords tighten as the sticks are twisted, cutting into the Ilse's limbs. Tighter and tighter they are twisted.  The cords disappear into the Ilse's flesh and the twin tortures of the water being forced into her and the cords slicing into her limbs intensifies. 

Ilse is thrashing and struggling.  Muted screams emerge from the funnel as the diabolical torture continues.  When it is apparent she cannot ingest more water, her belly swollen to grotesque proportions, her arms and legs shaking and jerking, Gurd ceases pouring water into the funnel.

  He reaches to the end of the rack and picks up a cudgel.  An acolyte does likewise and they move to her side next to her abdomen. 

At a nod from Gurd he raises the cudgel and brings it down on Ilse's bulging stomach.  A shriek that made the skin crawl issues from the mouth of the funnel.  The acolyte quickly follows Gurd's blow with his own.  Again a scream of such magnitude that the hair stood on the arms of those torturing her.  Gurd again lambasted Ilse's poor distended belly.  This time along with her shriek came water.   Again and again the two beat Ilse.  With each blow a gush of water from within her and shrieks of agony.   The acolytes twisting the cords about her limbs loosen them and fresh blood rushes into the muscles long deprived of it.  The pain exceedes that inflicted by the biting cords.   Ilse thrashed and struggled against her bounds, straining and quaking.

At last the beating of her abdomen produced merely her screams.  The water she had ingested had been expelled.

Her torment was not at an end.  

Gurd laid aside his cudgel and went back to her head.   He glared down at Ilse's frantic terror filled eyes and raised the monstrous pitcher again..   Ilse tried to struggle but it was futile.   He poured the pitcher of water into the funnel and Ilse's eyes bulged, flitting back and forth.  She strained to move her head but the wooden slats held it firm, the water flooded into her mouth. Unable to hold her breath any longer she gasped and it gushed down her throat.  As he refilled the pitcher Ilse screamed through the funnel, gasping for air.  Then the demonic water filled her mouth again and in spite of herself she had to ingest it.  The acolytes had again twisted the cords and they bit into her arms and legs with renewed ferocity. 

Gurd continued until she again was unable to take anymore water.   He then repeated the battering of her abdomen forcing her to expel the ingested water.

This was repeated several more times until Ilse suddenly went slack.   She had once again fainted.

"She's gone again Your Grace."

"Very well. Let us suspend the interrogation then.  We can resume at another time.  We DO have other subjects to amuse us do we not?"

"Oh yes Your grace.   There is always an ample supply of witches and heretics available."

"Good,,Good.  See if you can't find another one as well endowed as this one. With a good voice too.  Such delightful music she has been providing us."

"With much pleasure Your Grace."

PART 14


Ilse was left strapped to the infernal device upon which the water torture was administered.  Her unconscious body quivered and shook.  When they were ready they would resume her torture, repeating it over and over till they tired of it and moved on to another savage, inhuman torments.

Gurd had gone off to bring another unfortunate soul to be "saved".

While Gurd  was occupied with this task, Konrad arose and walked about his domain.  A forbidding chamber of terror and torture, where he reined supreme, his word was law.   He could, and did, exercise complete and utter control over the lives and maniacal torture of those accused. 

It pleased him a great deal as he listened to the agonized screams of those brought before him, accused of all sorts of real, or more often than not, alleged crimes against the church. 

His was not to show mercy or compassion on the witches and heretics in his clutches.

Truth be told he reveled in the unholy screaming of accused, especially the  females..  It gave him much gratification as the women writhed and screamed in abominable agony while he directed the torture of their bodies. All the while sitting back in his ornate throne-like chair, or watching  intently, with lust-filled eyes as his torture master inflicted a particularly gruesome and scream producing torment on a helpless female 

Suffice to say Konrad was not exactly the kind of person a Prince of the Church was expected to be. He was demonically cruel, and as stated previously, enjoyed watching the inhuman torture of innocent females.  He experienced profound sexual satisfaction watching and listening to the torture and screaming of these unfortunate prisoners.

Gurd returned in good time with two guards, hustling along a striking beauty.
Tall, and even clothed in the filthy rags of a prisoner from the dungeon, was a sight to behold.

Her dark black hair hung in matted strings.  Her feet bare and the rags on her body did nothing to hide the sumptuous form beneath.  The defiant glare of her black eyes told of a stubbornness which would provide much pleasure to Konrad and his malefic minions.

"What is your name witch?"

"Collette. And I am not a witch sire.  I have been falsely accused and demand to be set free.."

"You are accused of blasphemous talk and have been seen conjuring unholy acts.  You are a witch and a heretic."

"Lies!  All lies!  I am not a witch and have never ever uttered anything blasphemous or unchristian in my life."

"We shall see about that.  You stand accused and will be put to the question unless you confess and denounce your allegiance to Satan!"

"I have no allegiance to the Prince of Darkness and abhor all he stands for!  I am innocent of the charges!"

"You refuse to confess?"

"I have nothing to confess.  I am innocent!"

"Dungeon Master, ...   proceed."

Grasping her arm, Gurd forced Collette toward a crude cross.  She struggled and kicked at him but was no match for the huge brute.  Holding her with one arm he stretched one of her arms up and out to a shackle hanging from one end of the cross arm.   With little difficulty he clapped it closed and inserted the lock pin.  Stretching her other arm upward he pinioned it into the shackle hanging from the other end of the cross arm.  She faced the heavy  post of the cross, arms stretched wide. 

The chains to which the shackles were linked passed over the top of the arm and hung down the back side.  Gurd pulled down on one and then the other, raising Collette till she stood on her toes.

She cursed and spit at him, struggling to free herself.

Gurd went to the wall and took down a single-tail lash of some six feet in length.  It was braided of bull hide, it's plaits raw and sharp edged, a knot at the end.

He returned to the strung up Collette, and reaching out with his free hand grasped the neck of her ragged shift ,giving it a swift yank downward.  The already flimsy cloth tore down her back all the way to it's irregular bottom.   It had been her only covering, and as it fell to the floor, her body was exposed, leaving her stark naked.  Though she had not washed in some time her milk white skin fairly glowed in the light of the torture chambers torches.

Konrad asked her again to confess her sins and the questioning would go no further.

"I am innocent of the accusations."

Konrad's continence visibly brightened.

Gurd, his arm already drawn back, swung the bullwhip swiftly, laying it across Collette's white back.  A whoosh and a groan as the breath was driven from her lungs.   Gurd struck again, a bit lower this time, the tip curling around and snapping on her abdomen.  "Ohhh!!'

Gurd struck again across that shapely back, now marked with red welts from the first blows.  He lashed her from buttocks to shoulders, each blow bringing but a low moan from her lips.

As he continued to lash her flesh her moans grew louder with each blow.  She did not scream.

Gurd whipped her unmercifully for more than twenty minutes, each lash drawing only moans and whimpers. 

At the 25th lash Collette gave a loud "Ahhhhhh!"   On the 28th she  screamed.  On the 29th she  screamed.  Thereafter Collette shrieked in agony as the whip took it's toll.  Her back was a crisscross of livid red welts, blood oozing from some of them.  Gurd worked down her body, lashing her firm buttocks and the backs of her thighs.  Collette was screaming at each lash now.  She pulled herself up, twisting, trying to escape the insidious cut of the demonic whip. 

Gurd paused in his merciless flogging of the helpless girl  She slumped, hanging from her wide stretched wrists, gasping great breaths of air, her body shaking.

Gurd lay the whip aside and wrapping his huge arm around her waist lifted Collette and freed her wrists from the shackles.  He turned her around so she faced him and Konrad, re-shackled her arms to the ends of the cross arm. She hung, arms outstretched, toes barely touching the stone floor.

When he stepped back an audible intake of breath was heard from Konrad.  Gurds ugly broken toothed mouth gaped.  Collette spat at him and mouthed obscenities.  But the expressions of awe were not the result of her outburst 

Never in all the tortures of beautiful women had such a display greeted their eyes.  The mammary display of soft female flesh was awesome.  Her breasts were huge, of such proportions to stretch believability.  They had absolutely no sag but stood firm and proud on her chest.  The nipples as large as gold coins, stiff and erect.  They jiggled enticingly as she screamed and spat at him.

Konrad had a look of lascivious lust in his eyes as he licked his lips of a bit of saliva which had dribbled from his mouth at first sight of such magnificent globes.

"Tether the feet torture master.  I don't want her to be able to kick her feet and turn away, hindering the view."

"Of course your grace."

Gurd quickly grasped one of her ankles and drawing it slightly aside locked it into a shackle chained to the floor.  Doing the same to the other ankle Collette now hung clear of the floor, arms spread wide, her legs chained 2 feet apart giving easy access to her awesome flesh.

Collette struggled and twisted but she was now spread, voluminous breasts bouncing and shaking, for whatever Gurd wished to do.

"I ask you again" said Konrad," will you confess?"

"I am innocent!  You have no right to whip me as a common whore!"

"A whore you are, but not a common one.  You are a whore of the devil you witch, and we will punish you as such.  Continue her cleansing."

With renewed glee Gurd proceeded to scourge the front of the unfortunate girl.  The first lash was laid full across those tremendous breasts.  No stoic reserve this time, Collette screamed like a banshee from the very first lash.  Gurd cut her.  Her breasts and torso were a mass of ugly red welts.  He cut her across both nipples, nearly tearing one from her breast.  Blood oozed from numerous cuts on her stomach and legs.   She twisted and thrashed as Gurd whipped her tormented frame.  Fully 50 strokes of the whip were expended on her writhing body. Her screams rebounded from the cold stone of the walls and ceiling.

Finally, after a particularly harsh stroke laid across those lush mounds, Collette passed into blackness.

"She has fainted your grace."

"Very well take her down. A little stretching of those magnificent appendages is in order I think"

"At once sire!"

A bucket of icy water was thrown over Collette and she came out of her faint.  She was too weak to do more than moan and lie in a heap on the cold stone floor.  

Gurd grasped an arm and drug her across the stones to a low bench and sat her on it.
He pulled her arms behind her and leather straps bound her wrists tightly, palms together.  Another strap was placed around her arms just above the elbows and drawn tight till her they touched.   This thrust those luscious breasts forward bewitchingly.  Small diameter ropes were wound around the base of each of those bounteous breasts.  They bulged like oversize cabbages.

He stood her on her feet, and chains, hanging from widely placed pulleys in the roof, were hooked to the  ropes binding those globes.  Two acolytes were summoned and each one took one of the chains which looped over those pulleys  At a nod from Konrad himself, the acolytes pulled on the chains.   As they rose up Collette was forced to her feet.   Then to her toes.  Barely able to balance herself she gazed down in horror at her breasts, then the chains pulling them upward and outward.  

"What are you doing?   Stop!  STOP!!"

"I urge you again  child.  Confess!

"I am innocent. I am not a witch!  I have nothing to do with witchcraft or Beelzebub!
STOP!!  PLEASE!!  STOP!!"

"Lift her!!!!"

The acolytes hauled down on the chains.  They tightened even more.  Collette rose to the limits of her stretching.   

"NOO!!!    NOOOOOO!!!!!    NOOO___EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Her toes left the floor.  They continued lifting her till she was a few inches above the stone.  She could look down and see her feet dangling an enticing few inches from the stones.

Collette screamed.....she howled in agony, the ropes biting into her soft tit flesh.  They seemed to be about to separate from her chest.   The pain was monstrous.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Down!   Let me down!!!!!!!

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Collette swung and twisted.  Her breasts had turned a deep purple, the nipples swollen to twice the normal size. 

She continued to howl and scream in excruciating agony.  She begged and pleaded.   She kicked her feet in a vain effort to touch the stones beneath her toes. 

Collette hung by her breasts, the pain, excruciating and penetrating as spasms shot through her.  Her screams piercing and constant, shrill enough they made the skin crawl.  

She hung!!!

Her screams paused for a few moments and Konrad threatened if she did not confess they would hang weights from her feet.

Her answer was renewed piercing shrieks of agony.

Gurd made a motion to the acolytes and they raised her higher.  He had others bring large stones with iron rings imbedded in them, short chains attached with hooks on the ends.  He lifted the weights under her feet and hooked them to the  chain joining her ankle shackles.

As he stopped supporting them the weight of the stones was added to Collette's own weight tearing at her breasts.

Collette loosed a long ear shattering scream that was heard in the courtyard of the fortress like building, in the lower sub cellars of which the torture chambers were located.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

The girl screamed almost constantly for nearly 15 minutes. She finally ceased, her breasts throbbing in horrific agony, her brain overloaded, she fainted.  A bucket of icy water brought her back to her private hell.  Her breasts must surely tear from her.

Gurd placed a box in front of her and stepped up on it.  He was at the same height as Collette.  He ran a jagged fingernail across the surface of one bloated breast.   Collette screamed in agony.    Her nipples were swollen and discolored.  He flicked a nipple with his finger.  She bellowed like an animal caught in a trap.

"I think she is ready Your Grace."

"Excellent my man.   Proceed"

Gurd went back to the wall where the whips and flails hung.


To Be Continued......

PART 15


The sadistic fiend made a careful, calculated choice. He returned to stand in front of a creature, hanging in agony, as she screamed her torment. 

Gurd leered at the pitiful, tortured girl, and tapped the slender cane in his palm.

Collette's eyes widened and bulged in unfathomable terror.  Surely, not even this sub-human animal could contemplate using that fearsome instrument of torture on her already tormented body.  Collette knew the power and penetrating pain of the cane.  She had been caught misbehaving at the convent school as a child.. The sister had administered just 5 blows of a cane on her bare buttocks.  The pain had been beyond imagination, and now here she was in the torture chamber of the infamous Konrad.  Strung up, suspended by her breasts, and the malevolent monster torturing her was about to use a cane on her tortured breasts.

Collette wailed and begged, she pleaded with the hulk of a man, greedily devouring her swollen, purple globes. 

Gurd nodded and said"Yes my sweet, I am going to thrash those delightful melons until you confess."

"NOOO you can't.  I am innocent.  I am not a witch!  You must believe me."

"I'll believe you when you confess to being a whore of the devil, you witch!  Now feel the bite of the cane on those fleshy globes you so willingly offer to that demon."

"NOOOO!!   Stop!!! Please..  NOOOOO!!!"

SSSWWAAAAACCCKKKKK!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

Gurd slashed out with the terrible weapon.  Bringing it up from down low to cut the underside of her purple swollen breasts.

SSWWWAAACCCKKKK!!!

SWWWWAAAACCKKK!!!!

SSSWWWWAAACCCKKKKK!!!!

Each lash of the cane cutting into the already tormented flesh of Collette's tightly bound breasts.

She screamed and thrashed against the vicious beating, the muscles of her torso convulsing and straining in abject agony

Gurd lashed her full across her nipples, splitting one and delighting in her inhuman howls of agony as blood oozed from the terrible wound.  He continued bludgeoning her tumescent mounds, livid scarlet welts swelling in the wake of each slash.

Collette writhed and twisted as he kept up the ghastly thrashing.  The cords in her neck stood out in sharp relief, her head, tilted back, lips drawn back from her teeth, as shriek after shriek of terrible agony burst forth.  Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, to scream and scream again.  Her entire body shook and convulsed in unremitting agony.  If only she could die and end this maniacal torment.  She was denied that release as Gurd cane whipped her for more than 20 minutes.

Konrad was leaning forward in his chair, eyes alight at this expert display of savage torture, fairly slavering in delight. Such a magnificent specimen.  Oh how he hoped she would continue to deny her witchery.

After a particularly ferocious blow of the cane, Collette convulsed and hung limp in unconsciousness.

"She has fainted Your Grace."

"Revive her!  We must continue with her interrogation and extract the truth, by any means necessary."

"A pleasure Your Grace."

Gurd gestured to one of the acolytes who flung a pail of icy water over the insensible Collette.

Gurd had her lowered to the floor and Collette collapsed, moaning and sobbing on the stone.  He unbound her arms and breasts, as she wept in relief of the pressure of the cruel ropes.   As the blood rushed back into her large globes the pain was worse than when bound and she doubled over, clutching her lacerated mounds and screaming as when she was being beaten, rolling on the cold wet stones.

Gurd reached down , and grabbing hold of an arm,  drug her to another apparatus of torture, a huge wooden wheel some two feet wide and eight feet in diameter. Holding her upright with one arm he strapped a cuff around a wrist.  As she hung by one arm he stretched the other over her head and strapped it beside the first.  He nodded to an acolyte who then turned a large crank on the side of the wheel rotating it.  As it turned Collette was raised up till she stood on her toes.  She hung, her stretched arms supporting her. 

"CONFESS!  Confess your pact with the unholy forces of hell.  Confess and this will end."

"I have nothing to confess!  I am not a witch and nothing you will do can change that!"

"Continue torture master.  Show this harlot the error of her ways."

As the wheel turned a ratchet kept it from turning back.  The acolyte turned the crank and a few more notches clacked into place, lifting Collette until her entire body was suspended from her arms.

"Ahhh ohhhh!"

Heavy leather cuffs were fastened about her ankles, from which short chains dangled. These chains were in turn hooked to two stout rings imbedded in the stone floor.

Gurd himself grasped the handle of the crank and turned it.  As the wheel rotated the slack in the chains tightened, as they tightened they pulled on Collette's stretched body. 

"Now my recalcitrant doxy.  Tell us the truth!  CONFESS!

"Please!  I am innocent!  This is a mistake!  I am no witch!  Please!"

A smiling Konrad waved a hand to the fiend leaning on the crank.

CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!

"Uhhhhhhh!! Ohhhh!   STOP!"

CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!

Collette groaned and pulled against the straps biting into her wrists and ankles.
They continued tightening.

CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!

"OOOOOWWWWWWAAAAAHHHH!  STOP!!!

Collette twisted and strained against the cruel leather, the tendons in her arms and legs standing out in sharp relief.  Her muscles trembled and shook.  The infernal machine was doing it's work.  Her limbs were being torn from her body. A lancing pain shot up one arm, her shoulder joint screaming in pain.  A terrible scream hurtled from her lips as the machine tore at her.

CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

"CONFESS!

She shook her head.

CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!  CLICK!

"NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Collette's head thrashed from side to side.  She howled in agony as the wheel turned.  Each click dragging her feet a millimeter further from her wrists.

With a wet squishy click a shoulder slid from it's socket.  A moment later the other followed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!"

"CONFESS you devils whore!  CONFESS!"

Collette ceased screaming long enough to shout, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Very well torture master, leave her hang and we will talk with the miscreant we were questioning earlier."

"NO!     NOOOOO!  You can't leave me this way."

"Ah but we can you misguided harlot.  And we WILL!"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Poor Ilse, left in the embrace of the water torture's framework had witnessed the monstrous torture of the unfortunate Collette.  The barbaric torture she was forced to hear and watch turned her stomach, even as she remained bound for further torment. 

When Gurd left Collette and Konrad ordered him to return to Ilse, her blood froze in her veins and her frail body trembled in terror.


To Be Continued.......

PART 16


Gurd unstrapped Ilse from the diabolical frame Ilse was spread on for the water torture.   The straps left livid welts on wrists and legs.  Where the cords had been twisted about her upper arms and thighs deep grooves remained.

Gurd lifted Ilse and slung her under his enormous arm.  Her carried her across the torture chamber to a huge chair. It resembled a drawing room wing chair, but there were several differences in this engine of terror however.  For one thing, the seat, back, wings, the arms and the insides of the arms were studded with inch high pointed studs, which penetrated the flesh of the unlucky occupant.  There were two leg supports which could be lowered to allow the victims legs to hang down, or raised to the horizontal. It was constructed entirely of iron and under the seat a shallow bowl rested, filled with the dead ashes of hot coals.

Ilse was thrown down into it's welcoming arms and forced to sit on those pointed studs.   She yelped and struggled to rise but Gurd quickly smashed her chest with a heavy blow, driving her back onto those points.

Iron bands were swung up from the sides of the arms and clamped down on her forearms holding her arms fast.  Another band, fastened to the side of the chair just below the wings was swung across her body at shoulder height above her breasts.  Two more bands were tightened over her legs above the knee.  The last of them held her ankles to the lower leg slats.

Ilse was securely bound into the "Devils Chair."  She tried to struggle at first but soon ceased as it merely drove the cruel spikes into her already tortured flesh. 

"Now you devils harlot, CONFESS!"

"No NEVER!.  No matter what you do or what horrors you inflict upon my body, it cannot change the fact I am innocent!"

"We shall see you harpy from hell.  We shall see.  Dungeon Master teach her the fallacy of her faith in the Prince of Darkness she serves."

Gurd walks to his cart of instruments and returns with a small box.  Also from the cart he brings an iron clamp which he fastens over the end of an armrest.  It has several slots and a screw clamp on one side.  Grasping her hand in his grubby paw he forces her fingers into the slots and turns the screw clamping them fast.  He turns the screw a few more turns squeezing her fingers in their  iron embrace.   Ilse squeals and tries to free her hand. 

"Not yet my pet, but soon I will crush them to mush.  First I will try more refined methods."

Opening the box he shows her the contents.  Nothing but some broken pieces of wood.  Not pieces of shattered wood, but slivers of bamboo, four inches long, the ends fire hardened.  Picking one of them up Gurd jabs it into the back of her hand to demonstrate it's sharpness. 

Seizing a finger he places the point under the nail.  It dawns on Ilse what he is going to do.

"Please NOOOOOO!!!!   In mercies name NOOOO!!!!!"

Gurd merely smirks and nods his head, at the same time pressing the point, sharper than a needle, under her nail.

Ilse's shriek of agony shatters the air as he twists and forces the slender sliver up under her nail.  Despite the tearing of her flesh by the spikes she struggles and thrashes, vainly attempting to pull her hand away.   

He picks up another sliver.

"STOOOOOOOP!!!!  NOOOOOOOOO!!!!  YYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

Ilse strains trying to free her hand from the vicious vice holding it.  She screams and screams, pausing only long enough to draw another breath, to scream again.

Slowly, methodically Gurd skewers her fingers with the diabolical slivers,  Blood oozes from her fingertips, dripping from them to the floor.

He picks up another clamp and pinions her other hand to the opposite arm.

After tightening the screws to immobilize her hand, Gurd picks up more slivers.   Surely and in progressive stages he plunges the barbarous slivers under the nails of that hand.  

Ilse is howling in unrestrained agony, her hands torn by the savage torture.  Her screams grow ever louder and frantic as he continues gleefully impaling her fingers.

"Just think my obstinate bitch, you also have 10 toes," as he smirks and sniggers.

Ilse's screams are unabated as what may be her most terrible ordeal thus far goes on and on.  The lancing pain flashes from her vilely pierced fingers to her arms and shoulders.  She cannot help herself, she struggles and thrashes in agony.  Her screams those of a demented soul suffering the tortures of the damned.  Her head bounces from side to side her mouth wide as she screams, the cords in her neck and arms stand out, taut as cables as she strives vainly to free herself.

Konrad injects himself into her ordeal, urging her to confess and end the demonic torture.  "Refuse and the torture will escalate in viciousness and savagery."

Ilse, nearly mindless in agony, shakes her head and screams at the top of her lungs, "NEEVVVEERRRRR! You animals!"

Konrad smirks to himself and nods to Gurd.

Gurd goes to Konrad's dais and returns with a candle.  Looking into Ilse's tortured eyes he touches the flame to the end of a sliver.

Ilse's eyes widen even more in unbelieving horror as the sliver ignites and burns toward her finger.  It reaches her nail which flares and sputters as it catches fire and burns to a crisp.   The screams of a wild animal being torn asunder echo throughout the chamber and Ilse slumps into blackness. 

"Revive her!  She shall NOT escape so easily."

Gurd dashes a bucket of icy water over the unconscious Ilse.  She sputters and shakes as she regains conscious realization.  

"NOOO!!!  NOOO!!!!   NOOO!!!   STOP!!!!   NO MORE!!! STOOOP!!!!"

"Then you CONFESS whore!!!"

"NEVER you evil son of Satan!!! NEVER!!!"

Konrad was beside himself at Ilse's blasphemous outburst.

"Torture Master you must increase your efforts.   This blasphemous whore must be taught a lesson she will not forget."

"It shall be my great pleasure Your Grace."

Gurd quickly held the candle to the other slivers one by one as Ilse howled in excruciating agony.  Gurd had acolytes bring hot coals and fill the iron basket beneath the chair.  As it heated and started to smoke it seared the flesh of Ilse's nether regions, the smell of roasting human flesh filling the chamber.

Ilse passed out several times but each time she was revived with more of the icy water, to be returned to the ongoing agony. 

Ilse trembles and shakes, the abominable searing pain in her hands throbbing with each beat of her heart.  She sobs and whimpers in unending agony...

Gurd bends and releasing a latch raises, and spreads the boards her legs are bound to.  Her feet point in front of her.  She begs and pleads for mercy believing her feet are to suffer the same torment as her hands.

The fiend torturing the defenseless girl retrieves his bamboo cane from the cart.
He taps the sole of a foot.  Then with no further preliminary draws his arm back and slashes the cane across the sole.  A sharp stab of horrific pain shoots up Isle's leg, bringing more screams.   The inhuman brute alternates sides as he bastinados her tender soles. 

Isle's head thrashes from side to side. She pounds it against the ungiving iron behind her head.  The beating of her sore and bleeding feet goes on for 20 minutes,  her screaming escalating.   

"Ready to confess?"

"Please..Oh PLEASE STOPP!!!!   I can't stand the pain!! STOPPPPP!!!"

"CONFESS WITCH!!!"

"I cannot!  I am not witch!   I swear, please stop!!  Have mercy!!! PLEASE!!!!"

"CONFESS WHORE!!!!!!!"

Ilse, tears of pain and terror coursing down her face, shakes her head.

"Continue."

Gurd turns to his glowing brazier. He selects an iron with a spoon shaped end from the coals.  The end shimmers white hot. Grinning evilly her holds it up to her face, the heat singeing her hair, then chuckling lowers it and touches the curved end to Ilse's instep.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
A curl of smoke rises as it sizzles and bubbles.

A hair raising scream hurls from her mouth.  
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!"

Carefully, slowly Gurd slides the iron higher and higher up her leg, past the knee finally stopping and letting it lie and sear into the flesh of her groin.

Returning the cooling iron the the hot coals he removes another iron, just like the first.  Placing the shimmering end to her waist he glides it very slowly upwards on her side, across her ribcage to end in her armpit...
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!

Ilse struggles and twists as the hellish iron sears and burns a path in her sizzling flesh. Mind bending shrieks issue from her wide stretched mouth, lips drawn back from her teeth as she howls in agony.

"Torture Master!  Have her removed to the cells.  We will resume another time.   She is tiring me!"

"As you wish Your Grace, but I haven't worked her other side yet, or used the hooks or heated skewers."

"Yes, yes I know but have her removed and her marks dressed.  Give her some time to reflect on her obstinate refusal to confess, and the thoughts of resuming at any time I wish"

"Of course Your Grace.  You there.  Release her and put her in a cell.  Have the Sisters fix her."

Several acolytes unbind Ilse from the monstrous chair and carry her from the chamber.

Konrad points to the moaning Collette. "Her, move her to the "T" cross.  We shall question her further."

Collette is quickly removed from the clutches of the wheel.  Lowered, she was forced to a wooden "T" shaped cross. The horizontal crosspiece was a stout wood timber. Backed against it and standing on a wooden block to raise her, her arms were stretched over the top of the cross arm and her wrists tied to a rope around her waist.  The block was then taken away so she hung by her arms, her voluptuous breasts thrust invitingly forward.  Her ankles were then spread and tied to rings in the floor.

"Now even you should realize we see through your exclamations of innocence, I ask you again to confess the unholy covenant with your damnable master, Lucifer."

"I have no covenant with that archfiend.  I am not a witch and practice none of the evil arts you accuse me of."

"You foolish girl.  Do you think you can deceive me?  Haven't our powers of persuasion convinced you of your plight?
I will not stop until you admit your allegiance to the Prince of Darkness and confess your heinous sins."

"I have not sinned against anyone.  I am no witch and you cannot make confess to these outrageous charges."

"Very well!  Torture Master continue with all measures at your command."

Gurd, a broad smile on his face, leered at the tethered form of his newest victim.  He knows he has free rein to use whatever means he wishes to wring the needed confession from his terrified subject.  He intends to use all his skill and methods to torture this poor girl into confessing whatever they wish her to confess to.  He will enjoy himself no end as he inflicts his fiendish torments on Collette as she screams and begs for mercy. He never shows mercy, and delights in the screaming of his helpless victims.

Gurd turns to his hoard of infernal instruments.



To Be Continued........

PART 17


Gurd walks to the wall of the torture chamber and lifts down a cage of iron bands.  Returning to Collette he opens it and shows it to her terrified eyes.  It consists of two halves, hinged at one side. He opens it, and places it about her head, then swings it closed.  An iron pin through a pair of holes and her head is imprisoned in it's grasp. 

It consists of several bands, fitting tightly around her neck, across her mouth and another at her forehead..  Other bands extend from the neckband, at the back, the center of the front and of course at the sides where the halves join together. They meet at the top where a ring is fastened. Gurd pulls a chain down from overhead and hooks it into the ring at the top, then tightens the chain, lifting her head to stare down over her splayed body. He picks up another iron band and locks it around her waist.  It is purposefully too small and as he latches it her flesh bulges above and below it. Lowering another chain from overhead in front of her,  he hooks it into a loop in the front of the band. The turning of a crank  tightens the chain raising her hips.  She is arched in a bow.

Returning to his cart of implements he picks up the familiar, fiendish cane.  He walks back to stand in front of the terrified Collette, her eyes balefully riveted on the fiendish weapon. Grinning evilly Gurd swishes it in the air, watching her increasing terror.

He taps the bottoms of her splayed feet, still oozing blood from when he had beaten them earlier.

Collette cringes and whimpers, "NOOO!!!.. Please...Noooooo!!!"

Touching it to her ankle he slides the end up her leg, tapping lightly.  Collette is shaking and whimpering. Where will he whip her with that monstrous implement? 

Gurd knows the cane inflicts horrific pain on impact with flesh, the pain radiating out from the point struck.  It raises livid red weals wherever it strikes.  When multiple blows overlap the skin often bursts and  blood runs from the split flesh. But a skillful torturer can lay on dozens of lashes and never overlap blows and break the skin. It is one of the most terrible  instruments available to inflict monstrous and unimaginable agony.

It is his favorite tool when whipping the breasts of helpless women.

"I'm going to start with the tender insides  of your thighs.   Then I will beat your exposed and thrust forth belly and ribs.   But most of all I am going to whip those big round tits, you disciple of Satan, till you beg to confess!"

"In the name of that God you profess to worship, Please NOOOO!   No more of that cane.  Pleaseee!   I can't stand anymore!"

"CONFESS," screams Konrad.  "CONFESS and I will stop this scourging of your body.  The torture will stop!"

"So you may burn me?  I will NOT confess to lies, so you may laugh and watch me burn at your filthy stake!  NEVER!!!!!"

"Continue with the interrogation."

Smirking at his good fortune, Gurd steps to Collette's side and raises the fearful cane.

SSSWWWAAACCKKKK!!!

SSWWWAACCKK!!!

SSWWWAACCKKKKK!!!

He lays the cane to her soft inner thighs.  A dozen to one side, then moving, to the other.  Collette stoically moans and whimpers at the first blows as the cane slashes into her flesh.  She is soon screaming in excruciating agony as it raises fearsome welts on her flesh.  Scream after reverberating scream is torn from her as Gurd gleefully beats her.

Moving a step closer he aims at her quivering belly, lashing out with all his considerable strength.

SSSWWWWWAACCCCCCCK!!!!

SSSWWWAACCCCKKK!!!!

SSWWWAAACCCCCKKK!!!!

SSSWWWAACCCCCKKK!!!!!

Collette shrieks in horrific pain as the diabolical instrument of terror flails her trembling body.

Gurd pauses,,,,,,,   his evil leer returns to his ugly misshapen face, and his gaze turns upward.  Upward to those quivering, shaking globes that he so eagerly wishes to set afire with  his fearsome weapon.

He takes his stance, setting his feet just so, insuring his blows will fall unimpeded upon those proud globes of femininity.  Slashing out with his mightiest blow he smashes the cane across her trembling mounds.

SSSSSSWWWWWWWAAAAACCCCCCKKKK!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Collette screams and thrashes, the inhuman agony searing into her body so tightly stretched and defenseless.

SSSSSSSSSWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Again and again Gurd slashes the fiendish cane into her voluminous breast flesh.  He concentrates on the stiff nubs of her nipples, placing the cane directly across both simultaneously several times.

SSSWWWWWWWWAAAAACKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Collette twists and shakes her head, banging it against the insides of the cruel head cage, scraping the flesh raw in some places.  Her body stiffens and strains against the bindings, tendons taut as cables as she struggles to escape the barbarous cane lacerating her orbs.  Her screams not even resembling human sounds as she shrieks in agony.

Gurd goes on lashing her poor body, 20 lashes, 30--40 times he slashes the vicious cane into her writhing body.

One particularly savage blow lands directly across those points and Collette strains forward and then slumps, senseless.

"Revive her!  She is not permitted to escape punishment for her sins!"

Gurd has one of the watching acolytes dash a bucket of icy water over Collette's limp form.  She seems to stir but doesn't really come out of her senseless condition.  Another bucket is dashed over her and she shakes her head and strains at her bindings, whimpering and begging for mercy.  She will receive no mercy in this chamber of horrors.

Gurd moves to his cart and retrieves several lengths of cord.  Going back to Collette he squeezes and paws at her savagely lacerated breasts, twisting and pulling on her swollen nipples.   Making a loop in the cord he flips it over a nipple and tightens it, drawing a gasp of pain from Collette.  He does likewise to the other painful, swollen peak.  Stretching them out in front of her he passes them through a large ring hanging in front of her.  The cords tug at the tender nubs, stretching them.   He goes again to the cart and returns with some stone weights.  Quickly running the cords through holes in the stones he ties them off.  Collette's eyes bulge in disbelief.

"GOD NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Ignoring her cries, Gurd releases the stones and Collette's abused nipples are stretched, nearly tearing from her tormented breasts.   The stones weigh some 5 pounds.   Her nipples must surely separate from those swelling globes.  Collette screams in agony, her body convulsing at this added torment.   

Gurd merely smirks and says,"Beautiful"

Konrad is beside himself, nearly to the point of apoplexy..

"Blasphemer!!!  Increase the level!  She DARES call on the name of he whom she has defiled with her pact with Satan!!"

"A pleasure Your Grace."

With her breasts now stretched out by the savage cords tied to her nipples, Gurd has just the thing for her. Returning once again to his nefarious cart of torture implements he returns and stands in front of the tortured girl.  He holds up his new device of terror, her eyes nearly pop from their sockets as she sees what he holds, knowing it's malevolent purpose. 

Gurd holds a breast press, the inner surfaces covered with sharp spikes.

"Another treat for those oversize gourds of yours."

"No! NO!! You cannot!   Stop this insane abuse!  It cannot be possible!!!!   NOOOO!!! Pleaasssseee!   NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Konrad burst in, "You are a witch and a caster of spells!  You blaspheme the Lord's name! You refuse to confess your sins and your allegiance to the Prince of Darkness. Until you confess to all these sins you will be kept here and tortured until you DO.
Torture Master, do your assigned duty!  Use every tool at your command to make her suffer.   TORTURE HER! ----  NOW!!"

Opening the breast press, Gurd passes the two halves over and under her heavy melons.  Pressing the parts together he rapidly tightens the screws, the spikes start to pierce her mammary flesh.  Blood spurts from between the plates of the press, running down her sides.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

"By all that is holy,  I swear I am not in league with the devil!!!   I am NOT a witch!!  You must believe me!   You MUST!!!  I am innocent!!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

"Continue, crush those mounds of delight for that villain from hell.  Crush them!!"

The screams of one being torn asunder rebound from the stone walls of the torture chamber as Gurd continues mashing Collette's voluminous globes between the slats of the press.

Finally he stops tightening the screws.  Her breasts bulge from between the flat plates, her stretched nipples protruding far beyond the clutches of the nefarious device.

Gurd has the acolytes trundle the brazier across the stone floor to a position next to Collette.

Gurd removes a long slim needle from the hot coals.   It shimmers, white hot.  He holds it up to her face.  Collette tries to shrink away, her eyes, wide and terror filled stare at the baleful needle. 

Gurd holds the needle in a pair of iron pinchers, he holds another pair in his other hand.  He touches the glowing point to her cheek, when she opens her mouth to scream he deftly reaches into the cage with the extra pinchers and grasps her tongue, stretching it from her open mouth.  He then presses the needle through her stretched tongue, twisting and turning it as it pierces the meaty appendage.

A gaggled scream escapes around the defiled part

Gurd releases her tongue and the needle as it sizzles.

"Since you choose not to use it to make your confession we may as well immobilize it!"

Collette shrieks and tries to voice her outrage at this latest defilement, but can only gaggle and continue her screams.

Gurd is smirking as he sneers at her agony.  He turns once more to the brazier.  What terrible tool will he bring out of the coals to use on her?



To Be Continued.......

PART 19

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.

CRRRAAACCCKKKKK!!!!!

Again.

CRRAAACCCCKKKKKK!!!!!

Again.

CRAAAACCCKKKK!!!!!

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 screaming. 

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..

CRRRAAACCKKKKKK!!!!

AAAAHHHHHHH!!!

CRRAAAACCCKKK!!!!!

OHHHHHHHH!!!!

CRRRAAACCCCKKKK!!!

He lays blow after blow on her shapely bottom, lacerating the soft globes..

CRRRRRAAAACKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!

UUUHHHHHHHHHHAAA!!!!!

Downward, lower and lower he thrashes her quivering flesh.  

CRRRRRRRAAAACKKKKKKKK!!!!

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

CRAAACCKKKKKKKK!!!!!

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 front. 

Lashing out he rains blow after blow upon her defenseless flesh, her thighs from knee to groin, her shivering abdomen.

CRRRRRRRAACCCCKKKKKK!!!!

CRAAAACCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!

Changing the arc of his swing, he brings the next blow up from below, striking her fully across her obscenely exposed genitals.

CCCRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!

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.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Gloating in his success Gurd slashes several more blows to her crotch.

CRRRRRACCCCCCCKK!!!!!!!!!!!

Each one accompanied by a ear shattering scream.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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 heaving chest. 

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.

CCCRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!

NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

CRRRRRAAACCCKKKKKKK!!!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

CRAAACCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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!!!!!"

"Proceed!"

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 her wrists.

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 limbs asunder!"
 
"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.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

She pounds her head against the rough frame off the infernal instrument of torture

Shrill screams of unearthly agony issue from her torn, tormented core.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

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 millisecond.

NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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!"

"CONFESS!"

"No,,,No!!  Mercy! Please!   Stop!! Mercy!"

"Continue."

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.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 stretched mouth.

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

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.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTT!!

NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!

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 unspeakable agony.

"Confess!'  bellows 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.

"Continue!"

Gurd points to a heavy iron kettle and motions that it be brought to him.



To Be Continued......

PART 21


Tashya hung on the rack, her stretched and tortured body shuddering as spasms of searing pain lanced through her arms and legs, the muscles convulsing and jerking.  She pounded her head against the hard rungs of the ladder like rack as she screamed and howled in excruciating agony.  The defiant, beautiful, abundantly  endowed young woman of a short time ago had been reduced to a whimpering shell of a human, begging for mercy from the beastly torture.

Gurd ordered her to be taken down from her bed of agony.   Two acolytes untied her wrists and feet from the  diabolical machine, laying her on the cold stones of the floor.  Gurd had them pin her to the stones as he removed the spikes from her feet and shoulders, brutally twisting her dislocated arms back into their sockets.
Tashya howled in pain as they were reset.

"Stand her on her feet!"

She was forced to her mutilated feet, moaning in pain.  He tied her legs together at knee and ankle.  Forcing her still deformed arms behind her he strapped them together, forearms one atop the other.  He then had her forced to her knees and bent back, thrusting her monumental breasts forward.

Gurd went to the brazier and removed one of the sets of grappling hook like devices, hot and shimmering in white hot heat.  He carried it to Tashya and glowered down at her.  He had an acolyte grasp one of her oversized breasts and stretch it out from her chest.  Holding the monstrous implement by the cooler ring where they were linked together, he reached it toward her.

Tashya watched with in terror, her eyes bulging as the horrific  points were spaced  around her distended globe.  With a maniacal smirk, Gurd pressed the glowing points into her soft flesh, pulling back on the ring, closing the hooks.    The shimmering points pierced into Tashya's breast, sizzling and bubbling as they penetrated the soft, meat of her mammary.  Her mouth spread wide and a horrendous scream came forth as she struggled to draw away from the monstrous apparatus.  Blood from her pierced breasts ran down her torso, mingling with the torture sweat to trickle in steady streams from her tormented body, splashing to the stones beneath her.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTT!!!!!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!"

He handed the ring to an acolyte to keep it in place while he went back to the brazier and brought the other set of hooks.

Tashya struggled to no avail, bowed back as she was by the acolytes gripping her.  She pleaded for mercy.

"NOOOOO!!!!  NOOOO!!!!  PLEASE....  NOOOOOOO!!!!!!  OH GOD NOOOOOO!!!"

Gurd smirked and and speared the vicious hooks into her other vilely stretched breast.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!!!!!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

Gurd reached up and grasped a chain hanging from the roof of the chamber and lowered it.  There was a large hook in the end which he looped through the rings of the grapplers.   He heaved up sharply and the points of the hooks,  were forced deeper into Tashya's breast flesh, scraping against the bones beneath.  Tashya howled in unbridled agony, her body twisting and shaking at the unholy torture. 

"Stand her up."

Gurd walked to the stone masonry wall and grasping a crank began to turn it.

click!  click!  click!  click!  click!  click!

The slack in the chain was slowly drawn up.
Tashya looked up at the chain, terror welling up inside her.  What was he doing?  Surely he couldn't raise it any higher!  It would tear her breasts from her body.

click!  click!  click!   click!  click!

"My God NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!  STOP!!!!!!   NOOOOOOOO!!!"

click!  click!!  click!  click!  click!  clck!

Up, up the chain rose with it's savage hooks attached.   Tashya rose to the balls of her feet.

"SSTTOOPPPP!!!!   NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

click!  click!  click!  click!  click!

Tashya dangled on her toes.  The barbarous hooks digging into her breasts..

PLEASE!!   LET ME DOWN!!!..  LET ME DOWN!!!!!!   STOP!!!!"

Gurd paused, leering at the helpless dangling girl.   He let her hang there for some 30 minutes.  Tashya begged and screamed.

Konrad leered at the obscenely displayed naked girl.   His hands concealed under the folds of the brocaded velvet of the covering on the dais were busy.  His eyes devoured the fiendish display of torture, a dribble of saliva coursing from the corner of his leering mouth.  Never in his wildest fantasies had he ever imagined such a magnificent display of barbaric torture.   He was beside himself with pleasure.  Gurd was truly a master of his craft,,,,,,TORTURE!!!

"Confess harlot!   Confess and stop this. Only you can halt it.  It will only get worse if you do not confess your sins."

Looking at the depraved "Prince of the Church"  Tashya shook her head.

With a smile of excitement Konrad nodded to Gurd.

"Continue"

click!  click!  click! click!  click!  click!!

The chain rose......Tashya's toes left the floor. 

Tashya hung by her hideously mangeled breasts.... Slowly twisting and turning in the air, her feet nearly a foot from the stones beneath them. 

Her shrieks of excruciating agony resounded from the cold stone of the torture chamber.  The howls of a beast being torn asunder   The screams rose in pitch and intensity till some of the acolytes, even those well enured to watching the torture and screams of  helpless women, covered their ears, the hair standing up on their necks.  Her head twisted and turned, eyes bulging from their sockets, spittle and blood running from her mouth and down across those tormented mounds.  The muscles in her arms and legs twitched and convulsed.  The unimaginable pain tore at her proud bosom being so hideously lacerated and torn.  The screams went on and on.

Gurd raised her even higher.  He ordered and acolyte to bring the stones.  Quickly one of them ran to a pile of stone weights in a corner and brought them, laying them at Tashya's feet.  Iron rings protruded from the tops of the heavy stones, and on Gurd's orders the acolyte lifted one of the stones and hung it from the bindings about Tashya's ankles.   The effect was immediate!

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

The vicious hooks tore at her breasts, her face raised to the ceiling, Tashya bellowed in agony.

Gurd strode from the wall to his brazier.  Removing an iron rod, it's end glowing white, he approached Tashya.  He touched the shimmering end to her lower abdomen just above her mound.  

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTT!!!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Ever so slowly he moved the glowing iron upward across her stomach and abdomen, a curl of smoke from her seared flesh wafted upwards, up across her concave, tautly stretched muscles, leaving a trail of scorched seared flesh till it nestled between those savagely torn mounds. As he pulled the iron away bits of skin and flesh clung to it.  Tashya convulsed and drew her feet up, writhing in this new torment, her head thrashing from side to side, throwing water from her hair, soaked with sweat. The sweat of her torture, mixed with her blood, ran in streams down over her quaking body making a large puddle on the stones below.

"In God's name STOP!!!   STOP!!!   I BEG YOU!!  Have Mercy!  STOP!!   AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!"

"Confess you whore of Satan!   Confess!!!"

"I cannot confess to a lie.   Never!"

"Continue!"

Gurd returned the first iron to the coals and extracted another.   This one  he touched to Tashya's side over her hip, pushing it slowly and steadily upward over her ribs till it rested in the crook of her armpit.  Tashya writhed and twisted, vainly trying to escape the searing pain of the hot iron, stripping the skin and flesh from her side.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTT!!!!

The shrieks were torn from her lips,  eyes bulging forth, darting back and forth.  She begged for them to kill her. Anything to stop the monstrous all invading agony of the torture.

Gurd chose another white hot iron from the coals.  He held it up before her face.  Tashya was whimpering and sobbing, pleading for him to end her torture, to run the glowing iron through her, to kill her, just stop the pain  Muscles over her entire body were convulsing and spasming in agony.  She stared in unbelieving terror as Gurd lowered the brand to her side and ran it the length of her torso from hip to armpit, twisting and burning the flesh from her.

Gurd returns to the wall and raises the ghastly tortured girl even higher..  High enough that he is able to push the brazier under her, her toes scant inches from the glowing coals.   The effect is quickly apparent as the scorching heat burns at her toes.  They are soon blistering and Tashya vainly tries to move them higher but with her ankles bound together all she can do is flex them upwards.  This exposes the tender soles of her feet, already pierced by the spikes from earlier.  The skin soon blisters on her soles as she tries to flex her legs and raise them out of the terrible heat but, the added weight of the stones hanging from her ankles makes it a futile effort and her legs cramp and her feet sink down nearly into the scorching heat of the red coals. The stench of burning human flesh fills the air.  Her screeching cries rise again her head twisting. She throws her head back and a particularly shrill scream bursts forth.  Her head hangs limply back. Finally, after hours of barbaric torture, she falls into the blackness of unconsciousness.

"She has passed out your Grace."

"NO!   NO!   I won't have it.  Revive her.  She cannot be allowed to escape her punishment."

Gurd has one of the acolytes throw a bucket of filthy water on her.   No reaction.  Twice more it is repeated.  She remains insensible. 

"Remove this whore and find me another suitable sorceress to question."

"As you wish your Grace."

They lower the tortured and maimed body of the once proud and beautiful Tashya to the floor.  She will be taken to the care of the Sisters of the abbey and nursed back to reasonable well being.  She will then be returned to this chamber of horrors to be mercilessly tortured again and again till she either confesses, then burned, or, is endlessly tortured for the amusement of the Grand Inquisitor.



To Be Continued.......

PART 22


With Tashya carried off to the care of the good sisters of the convent, and no one being stretched on the rack or being scourged or flayed, Konrad relaxes with a stroll around the chamber of horrors which he so happily oversees.  His title of Grand Inquisitor bestows upon him absolute power to do whatever he sees fit in achieving the goal of eradicating heresy, and making witches, sorcerers, conjurers or other enemies of the church, scream for nonexistent mercy. While initially he duly followed the dictates of the Holy See in accomplishing this sacred task, early on he discovered he derived extreme sexual arousal watching the most vile and extreme tortures inflicted upon the beautiful and helpless women his venal henchmen found and brought to his grim chamber of horror.

A refreshing meal had been placed by his throne like dais, and he casually enjoyed the succulent food and expensive wine while awaiting his Torture Master to return with the next offering of gratification for the now debauched Inquisitor. The Grand Inquisitor was the ultimate example of the supreme corruption engendered by absolute power.

Gurd had manhandled the weeping and shuddering shell of a broken human in the person of Tashya up to the keeping of the good sisters and unceremoniously cast her on the floor of a room allocated for this purpose.  On the way up from the dungeon he had considered from whence the next quarry should be chosen.  He recalled how much Konrad enjoyed the resumption of  torture of earlier "witches", and decided to return one of these women to the horrors perpetrated there.

Searching in his twisted, vicious, and not very bright brain for one suitable, he settled upon Ilse, the auburn haired peasant girl who had provided such strident screams previously.

Ilse had been nursed by the sisters, her terrible injuries attended to and nursed back to a semblance of normalcy, though she still suffered recurring nightmares of her hideous torment in that chamber of terror.

She had languished in a dank stone cell barely 10 feet square. Her only covering a by now filthy, tattered shift which did little to cover her voluptuous body.  An iron collar about her neck was chained to the manacles joining her wrists, which were in turn chained high on one wall.  Water trickled down the walls and dripped from the overhead.  A shallow trough along the rear wall served as her toilet.  Food, when irregularly given to her, was usually rotten and worm ridden.  Her water, a bucket in a corner.

Day after day she leaned against the cold stone, praying for deliverance from her fate.  Visions of the vile tortures inflicted upon her haunted her nightmares and she prayed to just be left to die if she could not be released.  Her most ghastly fear was to be returned to the chamber of horror and questioned again.  Days turned to weeks, weeks to months.  Every day the inhuman shrieks and screaming coming from below, preyed upon her.  Every time she heard the thumping of boots in the passage outside her dismal cell she trembled and shook in fear that "they" were coming for HER, then tremendous relief when they passed on by and she soon heard some other poor soul being dragged away to that vile place..

This day the clumping boots stopped outside her door.  A key turned in the lock and the door burst open. There stood the beastly animal who had inflicted the barbaric tortures on her.  Ilse shrank back in her chains, her eyes wide in terror, trembling in fear.

"Come along little one, his Grace wishes to continue his conversation with you."

"NOOOO!!!   Please NOO!!"

Ilse cowered against the rear of the cell, her chains rattling as she frantically searched about for a means of escape.  

There was none!!!

Gurd strode across the cell, grabbing her chains he quickly unlocked them from the wall. Leaving them still on her wrists and neck he grasped the end attached to the neck collar and drug her from the cell.

"NOO!  NOOOOO!!!   Please  don't take me back there!!!  Not again!!  Please,,   not again!!!"

"Shut up you filthy whore!  It's time to tell  all and confess"

"But I have told you.   I am NOT at witch.  Please believe me!  It's all a mistake.   Please don't take me back.   Please don't hurt me again! PLEASEEEEE!!!"

Gurd took a short grip on the chain hanging from the neck collar and lashed out with it, striking her across the back.

Ilse screamed and fell to her knees.

Gurd held the chain up close to her neck and yanked her to her feet.  Turning he dragged her from the cell, along the passage, and down steps, down, down.

Ilse was weeping and pleading as she was propelled closer and closer to the infernal cave of terror.

Dragging her by the cruel iron collar about her neck Gurd flung Ilse to the stones in front of Konrad.

"Hmmm,  don't I recognize this Satan's whore?"

"Yes your Grace.  She declined to cooperate on her last visit.  Claims she is innocent."

"Nonsense!   She's a witch!  We shall question her until she recants her allegiance to that Archfiend and confesses she is a witch!"

"I am innocent sir!  I am not a witch.  I told you that.  Please!   Please believe me!!  Don't hurt me again!   I beg you, please!!"

"You don't seem to have learned a thing from your earlier visit.  We will soon see if we can change your mind and you confess your sins."

"Please!  NOO!!   No more!  Please!!"

"She is filthy.  Take her away and remove that rotten cloth, at least dash some water on her."

Gurd ripped the tattered shift from her, baring her bounteous form.   Her previous tortures and the grime could not conceal the sumptuous curvaceous body.

"You three, clean her."

Three of the always present acolytes, grabbed buckets and filled them from a large cask along the wall.   They dashed several buckets of icy water over Ilse and using her torn shift wiped her down, taking especial care in "certain" areas.  When they finished she was by no stretch of the imagination clean, but her superb body was better displayed in all its richness, and after all that's what was important to his Grace.

"I ask you once more woman!   Confess and we need go no further."

"I cannot confess to what is not true!  I am NOT a witch!"

"Get on with it then." 

Gurd unlocked and removed the wrist manacles and detached the chain from the iron collar around Ilse's neck but left the collar in place.  Ilse was shaking and trembling as Gurd grabbed an arm and drug her to a large platform, slanted at an angle to the floor. There was a hump in the center. He threw her onto it, the hump under her lower back. This arched her body. With the assistance of a couple acolytes they stretched her arms up and out to iron shackles near the upper corners.  The same was done to her ankles, spread wide and locked into shackles at the bottom corners.  Each of the four shackles were linked by chain to four small windlasses. 

With Gurd on one and acolytes on the other three the cranks were turned and the chains wound in.  As they were, Ilse's arms and legs were drawn out till she was tightly spread on the planks of the platform, her midsection thrust forward. 

Gurd grinned and ran his brutish hands over Ilse's fine form, poking a finger into the opening between her legs and twisting till she feebly whimpered, then taking both of her generous breasts in his hands, squeezing and pinching, the nipples stiff and hard in the cold air of the chamber. 

"Tighter!,"  The acolytes strained on the cranks and pulled Ilse's arms and legs further and further till she groaned in pain.

Gurd went to the wall were hooks and pegs held the wide variety of whips, flails, paddles, canes, rods and scourges.  He selected a short dog whip, thin and flexible.  He returns to stand next to Ilse and leers down at her magnificent body spread so helpless before him.  Ilse whimpers and shakes.  She knows how terrible Gurd's whippings are.  Her eyes stare in wide eyed terror as she looks to the fearsome weapon about too be used on her quivering body. 

"Oh NOO!  Please!!  NOOOOOOO!

The first lash was delivered with all the ferocity Gurd could manage.  Ilse started screaming even  before the first vicious blow tore into her lower torso.  She strained at her shackles, her body lifting from the surface.  Gurd paused, letting the fiery burn of the quirt spread outward from the growing red mark   Ilse moaned and shuddered as Gurd prepared to smash another searing lash on Ilse's defenseless flesh.  This blow tore into her torso, a little higher this time.  The unbearable pain was worse, and the tormented girl shrieked.   It was true, the pain is worse when torture resumes, even after such a long period since she had been tortured previously.  Each blow burned with such abominable, piercing pain into her flesh she barely had time to recover when the next slash of the whip cut her. 

Gurd was pausing between each malicious blow to allow the pain to swell and spread, the flesh quivering as angry red welts rose in the path of the whip.  Gurd flogged her tender body from below her bountiful breasts to her hips.  He laid off for several seconds, then belabored her thighs, inside and out from knees to crotch.  He spent some 30 minutes scourging her body.  Now he moved to her arms, covering them with a crisscross of stripes.  Ilse screamed and thrashed on her bed of torment as Konrad watched enthralled by her bodies sensual undulations and her screaming.

Gurd paused a bit longer now, watching as Ilse trembled and shuddered. her body twisting and quaking, her cries of agony and pleas for mercy rent the fetid air in the terror filled room. 

He looked to Konrad, then nodded toward Ilse, his eyebrows raised.

Konrad's face took on a look of demonic greed and retuned the nod, "Of course, of course, finish the untouched areas."

Gurd stepped closer to Ilse and leered menacingly, his maniacal gaze on her so far untouched beauteous bosom.

Ilse caught his gaze and started struggling, screaming, 'In God's name, NOOOOOOO!!!!    NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Lashing out with all his strength Gurd placed a fierce blow across the very center of Ilse's quaking globes.  The whip sunk deep into the silky texture of her breasts, almost disappearing into the resilient flesh, then springing out, a vivid red track left across the seared globes.

Ilse's shrieks of agony bounced from the walls and roof of the room, echoing and re-echoing, as she screamed like an animal being torn to shreds.  Gurd waited for the shrieking to subside just a bit and lashed another fierce blow across her bosom, just below the first.  Ilse rose up on the planks, her frail body shuddering and quaking. The sinews in her arms and legs taut as cables as she fought against the bindings holding her in their grasp. 

Gurd whipped her breasts brutally, pausing between strokes to allow the excruciating agony of the weapons blows to spread.  Ilse writhed and shook as the whip continued it's inhuman torment. Each blow of the vicious crop sinking into the soft flesh of her large breasts.  Her nipples had been struck so many times they were difficult to distinguish from the huge mounds themselves.

Finally Gurd stepped back and watched as Ilse quivered and vibrated in the throes of agony, her screams one long continuous howl of terror, she couldn't stop wailing in the unquenchable agonizing pain.  Blood ran from her wrists where the hard iron of the shackles tore her flesh as she struggled

"Well child?   Do you now wish to confess?  Or shall I have my faithful servant move on to more persuasive methods?"

"I have nothing to confess.   I am innocent!"

"Very well!  You may proceed."

Gurd returned the whip to it's place on the peg.  He ordered an acolyte to help trundle a large iron kettle over beside the whimpering Ilse.  A grate of red coals glowed under it, curls of steam rose from the surface.  He retrieved an iron ladle hanging on the side and dipped it into the bubbling contents.  His eyes shone in malevolent anticipation. 

Konrad was rubbing his hands together in a hand washing movement, his eyes devouring the young woman so the magnificently displayed for his enjoyment.  His tongue darted from his mouth to lick away a bit of spittle at the corner of his lips. He was enjoying the merciless display of barbarism being played out for him.

Gurd reached out with his arm till the ladle was above Ilse's trembling body, and tipped it ever so slightly.  A golden drop of clear, viscous liquid hung on the lip, then the scalding drop of boiling oil fell toward the quaking form of Ilse's body.

Ilse gazed in incredulous horror as Gurd tipped the ladle further and a glistening stream of hot, boiling oil descended toward her.



To Be Continued.................

PART 23


Ilse cringes as the stream of scalding, viscous oil cascades toward her wantonly spread, naked body.  It splashes between her terribly lacerated breasts, runs down the valley onto her tightly stretched abdomen, splitting into two rivulets of searing pain and flowing into the crease between crotch and thigh. 

The pain is like nothing she has ever experienced in this chamber of horrors , or anyplace else.  An ear piercing shriek of pain and agony is hurled from her lips as the vile liquid scalds the skin from her flesh.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

Her eyes are wide and bulging from their sockets as Gurd sniggers and dips the ladle back into the boiling oil.

"My God in Heaven....NOOOOO!!!!

Gurd moves the ladle over one of Ilse's stupendous breasts.  He tips it up and a thin drizzle of boiling liquid trickles from the lip. Ilse screams even before the fiery fluid flows onto and around her once magnificent nipple, obliterating it in a sheet of searing pain.  Ilse thrashes and bounces on the hard wood planks, straining at the cruel shackles spreading her on it's rough surface.  Her muscles convulse and shudder under the vicious torture, she pounds her head against the stained planks. Her body bows up from the platform and she faints into the oblivion of unconsciousness.

"She is gone your Grace."

"Revive her and use a different line of persuasion then. We can't have these witches escaping into insensibility.  They must suffer the consequences of their devil worship. A little more subtle,,,,,,but extremely painful of course."

"Of course your Grace.  Is there anything in particular you would enjoy watching?

"You haven't tried the hells chair or thumbscrews on her yet."

Gurd nodded and motioned to the acolytes to remove Ilse from the platform and move her to the hells chair.  The hell chair is a heavy oaken chair with a high back and wings extending forward on either side of the victims head.  There are individual leg supports which can be raised to place the subjects legs straight forward, or lowered so they hang down as when sitting in a normal chair.  This vicious device is far from normal.  Its entire surface of seat, back, wings and leg supports are studded with sharp iron spikes. There are iron bands at several locations. Across the upper arms, below the elbows and at wrists, holding them fast to the arms of he chair.  Also over the leg just above the knee and ankle. 

Ilse's  shaking, quivering body was carried to the devilish chair.  She was roughly pushed into it's embrace and the iron straps fastened across chest, arms and legs.  A bucket of filthy icy water was dashed over her and she came back to consciousness, constrained in the grim  embrace of the heinous device, the iron studs piercing her body as it rested upon them.

Ilse's eyes darted from side to side in an effort to oriented herself.  Konrad sat on his throne like chair, his eyes devouring her naked confined form.   Gurd stood slightly to the side, a look of delighted anticipation in his eyes as to the terrible tortures he  was planning for this poor helpless girl.

He moved the brazier, a bed of hot coals glowing in it, in front of her.  An acolyte brought several irons, pincers and other implements to him and he thrust their ends into the shimmering coals.

They rolled the table with other terrible items to use in  tormenting Ilse next to her.  Gurd picked up an iron strap 2 inches wide and a foot long.  It was studded on one side with inch long spikes.  There were threaded rods extending through the strap.  He placed it across her scarified and bleeding breasts, the rods passing on either side of her under the arms and fastening to the chair back.  The threaded rods stuck through the strap in front,  there were large nuts with wings extending from them.  Gurd turned the nuts bringing the strap hard against the fullness of Ilse's breasts, flattening and compressing them under the iron.  He tightened the band until the center of her mounds were squashed, the spikes stabbing into the soft breast flesh, bulging above and below the cruel band. 

"Confess.   Confess or I tighten this until it crushes your ribs."

"NOOOO!!!   STOP!!!   I have nothing to confess!!!  I am innocent.!"

Gurd turned the screws.  An unearthly scream burst from Ilse's lips, bounding from the stone walls of the torture chamber.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!"

"STOP!!! I am innocent!"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAA      

"Confess witch!"

"I am innocent.!"

The infernal band of iron mashed her tormented breasts, blood trickled from under the cruel device.

Gurd raised the leg support, extending one leg straight out. 

He turned to the brazier and removed a rod, shimmering, white with heat.  The end was flattened and curved.   Ilse, in all consuming agony, stared with bulging eyes as Gurd brought the glowing end of the iron bar closer....  She could feel the intense heat of the instrument.  An evil smirk on his face, Gurd pressed the flat of the iron to the sole of Ilse's foot..  A hiss and a puff of smoke curled from her foot, the flesh sizzled and bubbled as the iron roasted the flesh.  Ilse bucked and thrashed in the chair, screaming in agony. The sickening stench of burning human flesh filled the air.  Gurd held the iron to Ilse's foot till it started to cool.  When he withdrew it skin and bits of burned flesh clung to the atrocious instrument.

He poked it back into the coals and drew another glowing iron from the shimmering heat.  The end had been fashioned into a round disk.  Gurd held it up to Ilse's face, the intense heat making the skin prickle.  The he lowered it and pressed it's incandescent end to her torso between her mashed breasts.   SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTT!!! , a curl of smoke rose up as her flesh sizzled and burned. Ilse screamed anew as she strained against the bands holding her, muscles shaking and convulsing as she thrashed in futile attempts to move from the savage brand.

Her head banged against the back of the chair as she struggled, screaming in agony.

Gurd pulled the iron back, again bits of charred skin and flesh clung to it.

"My GOD,  STOPPP!!!   Please NO MORE!!! Mercy, mercy!!!  I beg you. Stop!!!!"

"Confess, witch!"

Ilse weakly shook her head sobbing, "NOOO..Noooooo!!!"

"Enough of this lying!  Remove her to her cell.  I will deal with her another time.  She WILL confess her covenant with that demon from hell!"

Ilse, moaning and weeping is released from the barbaric contraption and removed to the convent, delivering her to the Mother Superior and the sisters for care to help her recover sufficiently to be interrogated yet again.  She will be questioned over and over till she abjures her believed pact with the devil, no matter her denials under the most vile and barbarous tortures.  She has been accused and therefore MUST be guilty.  Once accused there is no escape from the Holy Inquisition.

As he is returning to the den of iniquity where the perfidious Grand Inquisitor, Konrad of Marburg, awaits the next accused, he is accosted by a minor official from the office of the Inquisition.  He imparts information to him to pass on to Konrad.   Gurd is quite pleased with the news and hurries to his master. 

He enters the chamber and Konrad looks up to see who his Torture Master has brought him.  He is disappointed to see Gurd alone.

"Where is our next heretic? Why are you empty handed?"

"I have word from the office of the executioner your Grace."

"Well? Out with it man!"

"Remember the witch Elizabeth sire?  She confessed and has been in the care of the sisters who were preparing her for her punishment at the stake"

"Yes,,, yes.   So?   Go ON!"

"She has abjured her confession your Grace!  She denies having confessed. "

"WHAT!!!  She cannot DO that!  She confessed being a witch under question and must be burned!"

"She recanted having confessed to the Mother Superior and has been removed from the list of witches to be burned.
I wanted to tell you as soon as possible your Grace.  The guards are bringing her from her cell now."

"Yes!  We must resume the questioning.  This time there will be no half-way measures.  You will use all methods at your command to extract the truth."

"It will be a great pleasure your Grace.  We must bring the Countess in again.  Just the sight of her should elicit fear to help us in our search for the truth."

"Yes indeed.  It was while the countess was engaged in her efforts that this witch confessed in the first place was it not?"

"It was indeed your Grace."

Elizabeth was brought into the torture chamber, her wrists chained together.   Her bravery in recanting her confession had deserted her. She was again a terrified young woman in the clutches of the cruelest and most heartless inquisitor in the entire  Inquisition, Konrad of Marburg, Grand Inquisitor of the Holy Church of Rome. He was not pleased with her denying her confession.  She would be made to confess again and the interrogation would be harsher than before.

The countess had been summoned and stood to one side, her array of instruments spread on the table at her side.  A smile of depraved anticipation on her face.

Elizabeth shrank back when she caught sight of the Countess, her eyes wide, her body already quivering.  She was having second thoughts about abjuring her confession, but she recoiled at the very thought of the stake and the flames.

The Countess approaches Elizabeth and reaches out to cup a full breast. 

"Well we meet again my dear.  I brought my bright shiny friends with me again.  They are most anxious to dabble in a bit of play with you."

"Oh God! Keep her away from me!"

"But you seemed so animated before.  Why you sang so beautifully for us!"

"I heavens name keep her away! Don't let her touch me with those hideous things!"

"After you confessed to me and now abjure that confession, you ask favors?  You can be sure the Countess will be taking part in your questioning you witch whore! But first your friend Gurd will entertain you."

"You don't understand, I was confused before.  I am innocent!  I did not mean to confess to being a witch!   I am not a witch! Please believe me, I am NOT A WITCH!'

"Such lies will not be tolerated.  You will be put under the question again and again, whatever measures are needed to obtain the truth that you are indeed a witch will be employed.  No slackening of methods will be permitted.   You WILL confess to being a deputy of Satan and WILL suffer the suitable punishment."

"NO! NO! NO!    I am not a savant of the despicable Prince of Darkness!  I AM INNOCENT!"

"ENOUGH!  Dungeon master......  do your duty!"

"With great satisfaction your Grace."

"Countess I ask you to assist and support your comrade in the art of persuasion."

"It will be a great pleasure your Grace."

Gurd roughly manhandled Elizabeth away from the guards and using leather straps bound Elizabeth's hands behind her. Strapping them tightly at wrist and again at her elbows, drawing them together, then running a thong down between the cheeks of her derriere, then up in front and around her waist.  He hustled her over under a chain hanging from the roof of the chamber.  With the assistance of the Countess, and using narrow straps, he wound them tightly around the base of each of her large breasts, biting into the soft flesh.  The straps  had been soaked in water so that as they dried they would shrink and dig even deeper into her bosom.  The loose ends of the straps on each side were extended up to and were tied to the ring in  the end of the overhead chain.  He breasts quickly turned blue, then rapidly a deep purple, swelling like balloons, the nipples swelling till they were the size of Gurd's thumb. One more strap was wrapped around her ankles fastening them tightly together.

The Countess asked to be permitted to turn the crank to which the chain, after rising to the ceiling extended back down to the crank and windlass... She so wanted to watch the expression on Elizabeth's face as she was lifted.  To hang suspended by her beautiful breasts.

Elizabeth was trembling in frightened anticipation of what they were doing.  She was soon enlightened as they chain rose and the  straps tightened.. 

"Oh NO! NO!  You can't do this.  I will be torn to pieces.  NOOO!"

"Of course you won't.  You may very shortly Wish so but  it will not happen"

As the chain rose, the straps drew Elizabeth's cruelly bound breasts upward, she rose to her toes, then in an agonizing moment she was lifted from the floor, hanging by her breasts.

The pain was excruciating, Elizabeth twisted and turned, the straps cutting into her breasts. She shrieked and howled in pain.  Surely her beautiful breasts were about to be ripped from her.  Such did not occur, they were bloated and discolored but they were in no danger of rupturing.  Elizabeth was destined to hang by her huge mammaries for as long as her tormentors wished.

"Let me down!  Let me down!  Please let me down!"

"Dungeon master, Countess.  Come let us retire for our evening meal while this heretic contemplates her confession."

"NOO!  NOOO! Don't leave me!  NOOOOO!!"

The three persons responsible for her chastening left the chamber, the door shutting noisily after them.

The only people left in the torture chamber with Elizabeth were several acolytes.   It was a rare treat for them to be left alone to enjoy the torture of an accused.  Their eyes were alight in rapture as they watched and listened to Elizabeth's screams and pleadings.  

Elizabeth did indeed scream and beg for mercy.  To be let down, to be released from this torment.  The acolytes watched and savored the agony of the pitiful wretch hanging before them.

Time passed slowly for Elizabeth.  Minutes seemed like hours.  The straps had indeed shrunken and bit into her breast flesh ever more fiercely, surely no one could  endure such pain.  Time dragged on, Elizabeth whimpered and moaned, her breasts like two live orbs of fire.  She screamed and wailed in unspeakable agony. 

An hour.  The excruciating pain was unending, tearing and piercing to her very soul.  Her screams had given way to a constant moaning and whimpering.  She begged and pleaded for anyone to let her down. 

Another hour. Elizabeth's head lolled from side to side.  It rolled back and her pain filled eyes stared at the stones of the ceiling.  She sobbed and wailed her agony. 

"Please!   Please!    Please!    Let me down!  I beg of you.  Pleaseee!"

Her only answer was the agitated breathing of the acolytes as they "amused" themselves while they watched her incredible torture.




To Be Continued................

PART 25


Elizabeth trembles and quivers in terror as the Countess pinches the plump lips of her victims sex, parting them and probing inside.

"Oh God Noo!!! Please!  Don't let her do this!"

An evil snigger escapes the Countesses lips as she revels in the poor girls panic of what awaits.  He hand abandons the secret portal to Elizabeth's tender grotto and glides down over the soft flesh of her thighs.  Down, down till she grips the whole of Elizabeth's foot.  the Countess smiles and draws the toes apart, her long nails scraping the sensitive sole.  Leaning closely the  Countess touches the edge of her scalpel to the underside of Elizabeth's great toe.  It hardly touches yet the extreme sharpness of the blade easily penetrates the top layer of skin.  Slowly, delicately she works the point under the flap of skin, peeling it away from the flesh.  Hardly any blood flows as the skin is separated from the weeping flesh beneath. 

Elizabeth screams in pain as the Countess peels back the skin from the sole of her foot.  Elizabeth howls in agony the skin is slowly peeled back, the screams echoing in the chamber. 

The Countess spends over and hour slowly, agonizingly stripping the skin from Elizabeth's foot.  Finally she holds up the flayed skin of the entire bottom of Elizabeth's foot, grinning triumphantly.

"Stop!! Stop!! No more!! Have mercy!"

"Confess witch and it will!"

"NOOOOO!!! I am not a witch!  I will not confess to being a witch!  NOOOOO!!!!"

The Countess smiles and bends over Elizabeth once again.  Elizabeth thrashes and struggles to no avail.  The Countess places the tip of her blade to the outside of Elizabeth's lower leg and begins the removal of a wide strip of skin.  It is much larger that the sole of Elizabeth's foot and she works very slowly, working the blade between skin and flesh, lifting with tweezer like tools as the oozing, weeping flesh beneath the skin is revealed.  

Elizabeth wails in untold agony as the skin is peeled from her body.  It takes the Countess more than an hour and a half to remove a strip a handbreadth wide from ankle to just below the knee.  It consumes over two hours of delicate work to excoriate the skin from the entire upper of one thigh. 

Elizabeth's screams make the flesh crawl and the hair on even Konrad's neck to raise up.   The Countess is absorbed in her fiendish task.  The screams and wails of excruciating pain are music to her ears. 

Elizabeth twists her head back and forth, the screams hurling from her mouth.  She refuses each time she is asked to confess.

She is slowly but surely being skinned alive by the inhuman fiend flaying the skin from her convulsing body.

The Countess carefully lays each section of Elizabeth's skin aside carefully in order that she may later prepare it for her own depraved uses.
  
Elizabeth shakes and shudders,  her body tightly stretched and suspended above the planks of the rack, blood and fluids weeping from the exposed areas of flesh where the skin has been flayed from her.

The Countess lays aside her fearsome blade and turns to the brazier standing beside the rack.  Several brands and pokers have been soaking in the hot coals.  She removes a brand with a broad flat end.  Turning back to Elizabeth she brandishes it before her face.  Elizabeth's eyes widen in fearsome horror.  What savage act is  this vile demon going to inflict now?  With a malicious sneer the Countess moves back to the foot of the rack and presses the  white hot glowing iron to the flayed sole of Elizabeth's foot.  A hiss and sizzle as the glowing iron sears the bare flesh.  A cloud of steam and smoke rises from the cauterized wound.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!"

Elizabeth stiffens and strains against the shackles holding her, her screams reverberating about the chamber as the glowing iron is held against her tortured flesh. 

Twice more her tormentor presses other irons to the areas from which the skin has been stripped from her quivering flesh, cauterizing and sealing the atrocious wounds. 

Elizabeth's screaming pauses only briefly as she gasps for air to continue her howls of agony,  finally she ceases her struggles and falls silent.

"She has fainted your Grace."

"Very well. leave her as she is.  The Countess can resume her harvesting when this miscreant revives and the examination resumes.  Bring me that dark haired one from the east.  She has been resting in her cell long enough to have reconsidered her foolish denials and confess her pact with Satan. And Countess, please stay with us.  Maybe you will grace us with a demonstration of your other talents."

"It will be a pleasure your Grace.  Perhaps you would like me to bring one of my subjects in for a showing of methods used to interrogate warlocks and other male  disciples of that arch fiend from hell."

"Yes, by all means.  A little change of pace might be pleasant."

Gurd lumbered off to find and bring back Konrad's requested witch Tashya.  The Countess disappears to her own chambers, returning very shortly followed by some of her own helpers prodding along a poor wretch who had obviously been under question before the Countess had been summoned to work on Elizabeth.  His name was Rolf and had been arrested by the churches protectors on charges of heresy and sorcery. 

Rolf was a very big, muscular young man who had worked at the town granary.  He had only been under the question for a relatively short time by the Countess but still showed the signs of distress at her practiced hands.  A heavy iron collar had been placed around his thick neck. Chains hung down from it which joined the heavy shackles on his wrists which were joined together by a short few links of a chain. More chains hung from an wide iron band around his waist to the shackles and chains linking his ankles, which were so short he was forced to walk with short  shuffling steps..  The muscles of his arms and legs flexed and rippled as he was prodded along.  His entire body was a mass of powerful sinews and brawn, scarred by heavy use of the bullwhip. He was completely naked, his  impressive manhood hung halfway to his knees, with a heavy ball sack swinging below, the balls therein large and round.

"I must congratulate you Countess.  This is indeed an impressive subject.  What have you to say seer?"

"You can go to hell you vile bastard!  I am innocent of all the trumpery and bunkum you charge me with."

"We shall see about that you loud mouthed scoundrel as my friend the Countess questions you."

"You are a fraud and charlatan, masquerading as a Prince of the Church. Hah! You are a cheat and a liar, who uses his position of power to line his own pockets and amuse himself by practicing your vile and barbarous deeds upon those over whom you have control.  Looking over to Elizabeth, stretched and suspended on the rack and moaning in agony, Rolf asks What are you doing to this poor creature?"

'My, my. Quite a speech for one in such a precarious position. What we have performed on that witch is none of your affair. Particularly since the charges against you have been verified from numerous sources.  I am sure the Countess will obtain the proper admission from you, PIG!"

"The Countess!  Hah!  She is a twisted and depraved mistress of the devil himself, who practices her own brand of evil to amuse and satisfy her own wicked and satanic ambitions.  I spit on you both!"

"I do hope Countess that you have suitable techniques in mind for this wordy and ill mannered madman."

"Indeed I do your Grace.  He  will be singing like a bird in short order."

"You'll get not a word or sound from me, you pathetic harpy!"

"Let us proceed with him then Countess, while we await the return of Gurd with his young witch."

With one so strong and powerful it took several of her assistants to move Rolf over under chains dangling from the ceiling.  The hooks on the ends of the chains were fastened directly onto the chains about his wrists. The crank on the wall was turned and Rolf's arms were raised till he was forced to the balls of his feet.

The short chain between his ankles was undone and his ankles drug outward to be secured to rings in the floor some four feet apart. 

The Countess moves to Rolf, and reaching out grasps his ball sack and lifts roughly, squeezing and twisting. 

"Let's see how silent you are when I crush these in the nut cracker."

"Go to hell whore!"

The Countess gives them a sharp tug and walks to the racks where the extensive array of whips, flails and paddles hang. She elects a long cat of braided thongs with knots along the length of the tails, a particularly large one on the end of each tail.  The Countess is an accomplished master of wielding the "Cat".  She swishes it back and forth a couple of times as she moves to one side behind Rolf. 

"This has a bit more "bite" than the bullwhip you became acquainted with earlier."

Drawing back her arm, the Countess brings the wicked plaints of the "Cat" lashing forward! 



To Be Continued...................

PART 26



Rolf hangs by his shackled wrists, his thick  muscular thighs spread wide to heavy rings in the stone floor  The Countess whirls the many tailed "Cat" over her head and lays it's plaited coils across Rolf's muscular  torso, it's vicious strands curling around to snap and bite into the taut muscles on the opposite side.  He utters not a sound.  The Countess smiles at his clenched jaws. 

("He thinks he can withstand the searing bite of the lash!  For a time maybe, but soon he will sing for her as the sharp plaited strands cut and begin to strip away the flesh with each stroke.")

She works her way around the stretched body before her, slashing at the defenseless body.  It is but a short time indeed until the knotted tips begin to tear the skin and blood seeps over taut bulging muscles. 

20-30- times, 40 times the Cat cuts at the swinging form hanging in front of her.  Blood sprays from his lacerated body with each vicious lash.  At the 46th stroke a short sharp breath is drawn.  At 50 a grunt and the whistle of an exhaled breath.   It takes another dozen cuts of the lash. A whoosh of air forced from his lungs and a short moan of terrible pain escapes his lips.  A few more well placed stripes and a cry of a anguish and pain issues forth.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

The Countess is smiling in her victory now.  Each lash, scourging the terribly lacerated body of her victim.  She moves slightly and delivers a vicious underhanded blow up between his splayed thighs, cutting directly into his unprotected manhood.  A scream of a tormented soul, suffering torture of vile proportions bursts from the mouth of her prey.  Each blow now brings forth howling shrieks of agony from Rolf.  All pretense of a stoic resistance gone.

Breathing deeply she lets the Cat slither to the floor as she walks to the shattered being hanging in front of them.  She tells two of the watching acolytes to sluice him with brine.  They dutifully lug pails of filthy, heavily salted water, prepared for just such use, close to the dismal wretch hanging before them.  They throw the terrible solution over him, the salt burning into each and every cut and slice in his flesh. A shudering howl is flung from his bleeding mouth where a plait of the "cat" had laid it open.

"Well done" exclaims Konrad. " It is not often we have the opportunity to question such a stalwart example of an accused male Satanist.  If you please dear Countess, stay further questioning until Gurd returns with our dark haired witch so she may witness  further interrogation of our stubborn spell caster on the rack, and their master in devil worship"

"Of course your Grace.  I wish to change this ones bindings in any case.  I have another ordeal for him in mind."

As if on que, Gurd returns at that moment, a screaming and struggling Tashya slung over his shoulder.  Tashya screams and claws at the monster bringing her back to the chamber of horrors.  She had been lying in an infirmary of sorts tended by the nuns of the church under which Konrad's vile torture chamber is located.

"For God's sake do not bring me back here!  Please I beg you.....   don't give me to that cretin again."

"Silence witch!  I wish you to witness the means by which we deal with your male sorcerers and disciples of Satan.  Your turn will come soon enough.  You will also watch and listen as the Countess resumes fastinating us with her expertise in the skinning of your fellow practioner in the matter of witchcraft."

Tashya stares in wide eyed horror at the gruesome visage of  Elizabeth. suspended between the rollers of the rack, the patches of raw weeping flesh shining, her only sound a soft sobbing and whimpering as she trembles and shudders in agony.

"My God what is she doing to that poor girl?"

"She is merely removing a bit of the heretic skin from her blasphemous body.."

"Please! Pleaseee!  Let me go!  I am not a witch! I swear.  I am innocent!"

"You will remain silent, unless you wish to confess!  Gurd bind her to the grating!"

Gurd drags Tashya to a large iron grating standing to one side...  He throws her onto it's rough surface and proceeds, with the help of a couple of acolytes to stretch her out on the grating, using leather straps to stretch her arms and legs tautly.  She faces Elizabeth on the rack and Rolf, hanging from the roof. 

Konrad turns to the Countess and tells her she may continue with the questioning of Rolf.

Taking no chances with Rolf in spite of his brutal scourging, she has four or five acoytes assist in moving Rolf as he is lowered to the stone floor.  He is nearly unconscious from the horrendous flogging and offers no resistance at all when he is lowered and moved to a low stone block..  He is forced to sit on top of it, his legs stretched out and shackled to two heavy posts protruding from the floor some 6 feet apart.  His arms drawn behind him and cuffed together, then chained to another post in back of the stone block.  The chain is  pulled tight till he is held rigid.

The Countess moves to Rolf, she looks down into his sweat covered, pain  twisted face and demands he confess being a servant of Beelzebub and that the two accused witches in the chamber are members of his coven.

Rolf rouses himself enough to spit on her and curse her for being a savant of the devil and a disciple of the corrupt Grand Inquisitor, Konrad Von Marburg.

The Countess gasps at such perfidious heresy in accusing Konrad of such indiscretions.

Konrad is nearly beside himself in outrage. He jumps to his feet and pointing at Rolf screams, "I want this heretic and helpmeet of Satan punished for this blasphemous outburst.  Countess do your duty, and don't concern  yourself with mitigating your efforts.  Even should this scoundrel not confess, this charge is heresy in itself.  He must pay for these monstrous accusations."

This is indeed a welcome opportunity.  Being given unlimited, free rein to do as she wishes with no need to diminish her depredations, even should her subject confess.

The magnificent specimen of male power and strength is spread before her, his impressive endowment hangs down between his powerful thighs,. Even in it's flaccid state it hangs better than halfway to his knees, the large eggs of his testicles hang even lower in their sack.

The countess kneels between the splayed thighs and reaching out cradles and lifts the trembling sack, squeezing.

"God! They are big as goose eggs!  And oh so tender and vulnerable! "

She goes to her cart of instruments and returns to Rolf.  She holds a stout leather collar which she wraps around his scrotum just above those large globes, pulling it very tight. A ring dangles from the bottom.  She turns to Gurd and asks for a few weights.  Gurd obliges handing her two chucks of iron, weighing 5 # each, with rings imbedded in the tops.  The Countess  hooks them to the ring under the ball stretcher and lets them drop.  The 10 pounds drags Rolf's sack down sharply, eliciting a gasp and groan.

"There that will keep them out of the way till I am ready to give them more attention."

Gurd brings her a pot of animal fat which is normally used to coat the soles of victims feet as they are held to the fire.  She dips a bit on one hand and smears it between her palms coating them.  Reaching forth she lifts and squeezes the long shaft of Rolf's prodigious tool.  Slowly she works her deceptively soft hands over the sensitive flesh, up and down, masturbating the long rapidly stiffening muscle.  Rolf tries his best to resist the sensual caress of his prized possession.  It is of no use, the Countess is quite adept at stimulating the male organ.  In spite of himself Rolf feels the blood coursing into the formidable length of his phallus, it throbs and pulses as it engorges with blood and soon stands hard and stiff, jerking up and down as she releases it.  The Countess cleans her hands of the grease and picking up a leather thong wraps it a couple of turns tightly around the base of the bulging member, which now stands hard and quivering between his wide spread thighs, she then wipes the grease from his upstanding member.  It is indeed a tantalizing and wondrous sight, the head, purple and shining seems to pulse and swell with each beat of his heart.  Unable to resist, the Countess bends her head and takes the knob in her lips, laving it with her tongue, slides it into her mouth, and suckles as she greedily devours it, sliding it deep into her throat till it's full length is buried in her face.  She slides it in and out of her drooling face a few times, finally letting it pop from her lips, it's tumescent length now fully expanded and quivering.

"Very nice, for being the implement used to convert innocent, easily led, women to the ranks of devils spawn.  I have ways of dealing with such instruments of Satan."

She motioned to Gurd and he handed her more weights.  This time they were of 10 pounds Each.  Rolf groaned and gave a small cry as she hooked them onto the ring and dropped them, tearing at the sack holding his precious ovals, the skin now taught and shiny.  With his fully erected and hard tool standing hard and stiffly straight up his balls swung low and exposed between his thighs. 

"Now, before I go further, do you have anything to confess to me?"

Rolf was already breathing deeply, trying to deal with the stretching of his scrotum and the tight stricture of his throbbing penis.  He shakes his head.

"You can go back to the hell from which you came you unholy bitch!"

The Countess smiles.

"This is going to be such an enjoyable afternoon."

She reached to her pile of toys and retrieved an oval, black leather paddle.  Slapping it against her palm she again knelt between his thighs.  Raising her arm she brought the flat of the paddle down, viciously smashing into his stretched and exposed gonads. Except for a sharply drawn breath, "Silence."

Then..............

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

A horrific shriek of pain, Rolf strained at his bindings and thrashed as his bound and stretched testicles were flattened and brutally desecrated.  He wailed and screamed in terrible pain as his balls were  savagely abused.

The Countess struck another smashing blow to the still pulsating globes.  Rolf screamed again and again as she delivered blow after blow into his fragile balls.  His body thrashed and convulsed in unbelievable agony as the sensitive  ovals were thrashed.  The iron cuffs at ankle and wrist cut deeply into the flesh, the blood flowing freely, as his uncontrolled writhing went on and on.  He gasped for breath yet the cudgeling of his most tender parts cut each breath short with the smashing of yet another splat of the paddle.

The Countess finally paused.  Rolf's body continued to shudder and shake as he tried to deal with the excruciating agony of his lacerated appendages  A steady wail issued from his open mouth, saliva drooling from his lips. 

"Ready to confess now pig?"

Rolf tried to speak but all that emerged was high pitched wailing and moans.  He shook his head.

"Well.  Let us move on then."

Rolf groaned and shook his head, the sweat flinging from his soaked hair.  He managed a croaking,  "NOOO."

The Countess flicked her finger on the swollen head of his still tumescent tool, then reached down and jiggled his stretched and aching nut sack.

"We shall come back here later."




To Be Continued.....................

PART 27


The Countess continues smashing Rolfs balls, pulled down as they are by the terrible weights.  She lays the paddles aside and picks up a handful of long sharp needles.  His testicles hang low, stretched beyond imagination by the weights hanging from the rawhide noose around his scrotum.  The skin covering them is tight and shiny, the eggs inside the sack  ready to burst forth.  The Countess pulls the sack forward lifting the tender globes.  She carefully places the point of a needle and pricks the skin between the trapped orbs.  Rolf gasps and shrinks away as best he can.  Very slowly and carefully she pierces the skin of his scrotum, threading the needle between the twin eggs.

The pain is mind-bending, Rolf shrieks in agony as  blood spurts around the shaft of the needles from the myriad of capillaries in the tender sack.... He howls in pain as his most tender parts are skewered.   The Countess very meticulously threads two more of the needles between his bruised and swelling nuts. His testicles are aflame as the Countess sadistically belabors the delicate orbs.  Rolf is twisting and gasping, terrible shrieks emanating from him with each short breath.  His body arches up as he strains in agony against the straps holding him in their fierce clutches..  She drops the ravaged and bleeding sack.

The Countess turns her attention to the large tumescent tool standing stiff and tall from his groin.  It is indeed impressive,  all of 10 inches long, and with the thong tightly tied around the base it throbs and jerks, the surface knarled with pulsing veins. She clasps her thumb and forefinger tightly about the base and slowly slides it up towards the shining mauve head.  She pauses just below the knob and slowly slides it down again.  Copious amounts of juice flow from the knob lubricating her fingers.  Up and down her hand slowly glides.  She bends her head closer to the summit of his manhood, her tongue slithering from her mouth flutters around the rim, flicking at the bundle of nerves on the underside.  Rolf moans and shivers as her lips close over the head and sucks gently.  She releases the fingers tightly ringed around the shaft and grasps it in her fist, resuming the slow titillation of the throbbing, pulsing organ, her fist manipulating and squeezing the meaty column. Slowly and tantalizingly she slides her hand up and down the turgid member.  In spite of the towering pain she is getting  through to him and he begins  squirming and gasping, he begs her to stop, she is teasing him toward the pinnacle of release.  It takes time but he is soon writhing in lust. Just as he is about to convulse and spurt his seed from the tip of his tool she stops, leaving the hard pole of his member jerking and twitching.  She pulls down on his balls, wriggling the needles impaling the sack.  It quickly brings him back to reality and he quivers against the bindings holding him.  As soon as he has settled down the Countess takes his tool in her hand once more, teasingly sliding her soft slippery palm up and down, taunting, teasing.   Sucking the knob into her lips once more she takes it into her mouth and bobbing her head laves it with her tongue, sucking.  The teasing fingers and her voracious mouth soon have him again writhing and humping his groin to her tormenting mouth and hands....  Rolf is whining and shuddering as the Countess teases and taunts him, bringing him yet  again to the peak of orgasm only to deny him again.  Even if she had continued he could not expel his  man juice, the thong has closed the tubes and vessels inside his penis, blood is able to flow in since those vessels are deep within the shaft, but the ones allowing it to exit are pinched off.  The ducts to carry the semen up and out of the shaft are pinched off too, if he is allowed to cum it will run into an impassable blockage.  As the countess resumes the sensual teasing of his phallus he pleads for release.  She brings him again and again to the brink of spending only to be denied.  The Countess is a master practitioner of the sensual art of titillating the male apparatus.   She plays with Rolf for most of the afternoon and into the evening.  Rolf is babbling and pleading as he writhes in the insidious tease and denial, she is driving him insane.  Still it goes on and on.  He wails and whimpers as she brings him once more to the brink only to stop her ministrations, he is convulsing and shaking, the head of his penis has swollen nearly twice it's normal size.  Rolf is sweating profusely and tenses and struggles against the straps.  Finally after nearly 7 hours of tease and denial the Countess allows him to completely relax for some time.  He is not being teased and stimulated.  She takes a sharp blade and places it at the base of his rock hard member.  Rolf stares in unbelieving horror, she is going to cut off that most prized possession. 

"NOOOOO!!!  not that!!!!!"

"Oh shush up you wimp!!"

The Countess slides the blade under the leather thong and with a deft twist severs the band.  Rolf's monumental tool, bound so savagely for so long convulses and a stream of pent up fluids, gushes from the slit in the head.  He is not ejaculating, it is the pent up juices that normally flow thru the urethra as the male member is stimulated, but had been cut off for so long. While  it is a relief to relieve the pressure, it is a very long way from an orgasm  which he so desperately desires.   His beaten and abused balls convulse and try to expel their load to no avail.  He has one very monumental case of blue balls.  They are nearly the size of lemons and the pain is excruciating.

Rolf shudders and shakes, flipping his pelvis forward, attempting to hurl himself over the precipice and ejaculate, to no avail.  His belly convulses and quivers in vain, he is unable to cum and his viciously skewered nuts bounce and swing back and forth. Cries of frustration and denial bubble from his lips. His chest heaves as he sucks in vast lungs-full of air. He continues shuddering quaking for some minutes as he tenses in unfulfilled release. Sweat pours from his quivering body. 

The Countess moves away from Rolf and watches his futile efforts. As the results of his prolonged teasing subside, she kneels once again between his thighs.  She slowly but deftly removes the needles from his ball sack...... Blood dribbles from the wounds, puddling on the stones below.  The countess wraps her fingers around the still tumescent organ and pulls his foreskin down tightly, the shaft shines and glistens  With a long fingernail she traces the pulsing veins up and down the thick column.  Tickling under the shiny knob and into the open slit.  The knarled shaft is slick with his juices and it provides generous lubrication for her fingers as they lightly play over it.  This play quickly produces what she aims for, his huge penis is hard and erect, jerking and throbbing at it's pinnacle of turgid rigidity.  She once again takes a leather thong and loops it extremely tight around the base.  Once satisfied with it's tightness she begins to wrap it around and around the stiff member.  She keeps wrapping it tightly, working her way gradually upwards till the only part not wrapped is the glans.  The tight binding has squeezed the shaft to iron hardness and forced even more blood into the already shinning head.  It has swollen at least twice it's normal size and has turned a deep purple.. The Countess then takes another thong and ties and wraps his scrotum in like fashion  When completed the shaft is hard as a iron bar.  The head almost black from congested blood and swollen as big as a large plum.  His testicles likewise have turned dark purple, the skin stretched tight and shiny, swollen the size of oranges.

The countess smiles at Rolf and asks if he is comfortable.  He groans and begs her to release his genitals, they throb and are becoming numb.

"Numb you say?  Well I'll have to do something about that."

She retrieves the paddle she had used earlier, holding it before his face...  His eyes widen and he shakes his head.

"NO,, for GOD's sake .......   NOOOOO!!!"

The Countess nods her head, and swings her arm down smashing the flat of the paddle full against his exposed testicles. 

SMACK!

GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

SMACK!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

SMACK!!

The Countess belabors the tender orbs for ten minutes.  Rolf is unable to even scream anymore, the pain has drawn the air from his lungs to the extent he nearly looses consciousness.  His body shrinks back in futile attempts to escape the horrendous bludgeoning of his balls.

Finally she ceases the savage beating. Rolf is wheezing and his chest heaves as he pants, sucking in barely enough oxygen to sustain himself as he tries to deal with the incredible waves of pain radiating from his viciously abused parts

"Have I gotten your attention yet you minion of Satan? You know if I just leave you like this, with your precious jewels bound that way, with all circulation cut off, they will shrivel and drop off.  I'm going to leave you now so you can contemplate that while we see if your disciples have had a change of heart regarding their own  witchcraft."

Konrad has looked on approvingly as the Countess tortured Rolf.  He motions to Gurd to take over and work on Tashya. Gurd takes Tashya down from the iron grating and manhandles her to a contraption on a raised framework....  It's base is a wooden platform with iron columns at the sides. A wooden pillory rests at the top of the columns which pass through it, so that it may be raised or lowered.  He lifts Tashya  onto the platform and forces her to squat down, her bottom just above the surface.  Her ankles are spread to the side, the iron cuffs around them chained to the  bottoms of the columns.  An iron band is placed around her waist and cinched tight, her flesh bulging out above and below it. Chains extend from it to the iron posts.  The pillory is then fitted around her neck and the cuffs on her wrists chained to the side posts just below the pillory.  An iron  ring gag is forced into her mouth behind her teeth, the straps buckled in back. 

Through a hole in the platform sticks a polished wooden rod.  It is threaded where it passes through the platform and a small wheel around it can be turned making the rod rise up.  Gurd turns the wheel and the rod slowly rises between Tashya's thighs until it touches against the lips of her sexual parts.  With a bit of assistance from the Countess the polished end is guided into her.

The gag is removed as Konrad speaks to Tashya.

"You can save yourself much pain and suffering, confess!"

"I have nothing to confess!"

"You are a witch and a slave of Satan! Confess your sins and save your soul.  You see what we have done with your guru who teaches you how to use the powers of that villain of the underworld you worship."

"I am not a witch! Nothing you do or say can change that! I am innocent!"

"You ARE a witch and a liar.  Confess or we must cleanse you of this abomination. 

"I am innocent!  Please!  Let me go! I am innocent!"

Conrad looks away in disgust and waves  his hand bidding Gurd to proceed.

Gurd returns the iron ring to her mouth.  He turns the wheel and the impaling rod rises into Tashya.  It spreads the lips of her pussy, penetrating her most private part. .  It nudges her cervix and pushes inside.  Tashya tries to rise by straightening her legs but the chains on her ankles and the pillory pressing down on her shoulders prevent it. A cry of pain comes from her mouth.  She tries to speak but all that emerges is unintelligible babble.  Tashya strains upward, her shoulders pressing against the wood of the pillory.  She struggles against the chains holding her wrists in an attempt to push up on the pillory but it is useless, she is helpless. 

The Countess brings another instrument to Gurd. A pair of  flat wooden slats, two feet long and six inches wide.  They are joined at the  ends by threaded iron rods.  Turning levers on top of the upper slat brings then closer together, a breast press. He places it against her chest, one slat above her large breasts, the other below  He spins the levers and they are brought closer together pressing her mounds between them.   The Countess assists by pulling forward on her breasts so they bulge further forward.  Gurd continues tightening the screws, flattening the large mounds. They bulge out, the nipples pointing straight ahead, growing larger and stiffer.  It is  tight enough now that Tashya moans in pain.  Gurd continues turning the levers.  Tashya's breasts flatten more and bulge forth like paste from a tube, the nipples now swollen twice their normal size.  Gurd takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting.   Tashya wails in pain as he abuses first one then the other.  He tightens the screws more and the heavy mounds are squeezed and crushed, turning blue, then purple.

Tashya twists her head from side to side in anguish as her breasts are slowly smashed between the merciless jaws of the press. Gurd goes to the cart on  which the tools of his trade are piled.  He returns with a small brush, the end imbedded with stiff hog bristles.  He slides the smooth  back side across a nipple.   Tashya stares down with bulging, terror filled eyes.  Gurd turns the brush over and lightly brushes the bristles over the swollen nub.  Her eyes widen further and an inhuman shriek bursts from her mouth.  Smiling in satisfaction Gurd drags the bristles back and forth across her nipple.  A few more strokes on that side and he moves to the other nipple.  The pain is excruciating as the bristles tear at the sensitive, tender points.    Back and forth, Gurd alternates from one nipple to the other.  Tashya shudders and shakes but cannot move away from the savage torment. Gurd gives the levers on the press another turn. Slowly, deftly Gurd is stripping the skin from Tashya's nipples.  He moves out a bit and shreds the flesh of the aureoles around the weeping peaks.   He pauses briefly to give the impaling shaft a turn bringing even more shrieks of agony from his helpless victim.  Tashya twists and wriggles in the confines of the device, a steady wail issuing from her stretched mouth, the chains rattling as she struggles. 

Konrad holds up his hand stopping the barbaric torture..

"Cease your efforts for a time.  Leave her as she is while we rest and partake of our noon meal.  We will return in a few hours."

With that Konrad, the Countess and Gurd exit the torture chamber, leaving Tashya to deal with the situation.   The only others present are Elizabeth, nearly comatose on the rack, and Rolf spread and bound as he  contemplates the shriveling of his private parts, and of course the acolytes who vicariously indulge themselves watching the suffering of the prisoners.  They descend upon  the unfortunates, caressing the tortured flesh, probing, pinching.

The protagonists are gone several hours.

To Rolf it seems like days.  His genitals, bound and throbbing have lost all sense of feeling save the penetrating pain, pain which mounts by the second.  His moans and groans go unheeded, as he suffers in his private hell. 

Elizabeth, wracked and stretched upon the rack lies in burning agony, her flayed legs and torso tear at her, the pain growing, growing.  Her arms straining to remain attached, her hip joints screaming in pain.  She whimpers and sobs as the unrelenting agony of her torment rages on.

But it is Tashya, quivering and moaning, who is the center of attention. She shakes her head back and forth babbling something unintelligible as Gurd reaches between her legs and gives the shaft a turn. Tashya's eyes widen and shrieks of agony pour from her mouth.

Smiling lustfully Gurd picks up the infernal brush and moves back to Tashya.




To Be Continued.......................