Inquisition

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......