Inquisition

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.......