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........