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.........