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Inquisition

Part 2

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

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...

 


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