PART 23
Ilse cringes as the stream of scalding, viscous oil cascades toward her
wantonly spread, naked body. It splashes between her terribly lacerated
breasts, runs down the valley onto her tightly stretched abdomen, splitting
into two rivulets of searing pain and flowing into the crease between crotch
and thigh.
The pain is like nothing she has ever experienced in this chamber of horrors ,
or anyplace else. An ear piercing shriek of pain and agony is hurled from
her lips as the vile liquid scalds the skin from her flesh.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
Her eyes are wide and bulging from their sockets as Gurd sniggers and dips the
ladle back into the boiling oil.
"My God in Heaven....NOOOOO!!!!
Gurd moves the ladle over one of Ilse's stupendous breasts. He tips it up
and a thin drizzle of boiling liquid trickles from the lip. Ilse screams even
before the fiery fluid flows onto and around her once magnificent nipple,
obliterating it in a sheet of searing pain. Ilse thrashes and bounces on
the hard wood planks, straining at the cruel shackles spreading her on it's
rough surface. Her muscles convulse and shudder under the vicious
torture, she pounds her head against the stained planks. Her body bows up from
the platform and she faints into the oblivion of unconsciousness.
"She is gone your Grace."
"Revive her and use a different line of persuasion then. We can't have
these witches escaping into insensibility. They must suffer the
consequences of their devil worship. A little more subtle,,,,,,but extremely
painful of course."
"Of course your Grace. Is there anything in particular you would
enjoy watching?
"You haven't tried the hells chair or thumbscrews on her yet."
Gurd nodded and motioned to the acolytes to remove Ilse from the platform and
move her to the hells chair. The hell chair is a heavy oaken chair with a
high back and wings extending forward on either side of the victims head.
There are individual leg supports which can be raised to place the subjects
legs straight forward, or lowered so they hang down as when sitting in a normal
chair. This vicious device is far from normal. Its entire surface
of seat, back, wings and leg supports are studded with sharp iron spikes. There
are iron bands at several locations. Across the upper arms, below the elbows
and at wrists, holding them fast to the arms of he chair. Also over the
leg just above the knee and ankle.
Ilse's shaking, quivering body was carried to the devilish chair.
She was roughly pushed into it's embrace and the iron straps fastened across
chest, arms and legs. A bucket of filthy icy water was dashed over her
and she came back to consciousness, constrained in the grim embrace of
the heinous device, the iron studs piercing her body as it rested upon them.
Ilse's eyes darted from side to side in an effort to oriented herself.
Konrad sat on his throne like chair, his eyes devouring her naked confined
form. Gurd stood slightly to the side, a look of delighted
anticipation in his eyes as to the terrible tortures he was planning for
this poor helpless girl.
He moved the brazier, a bed of hot coals glowing in it, in front of her.
An acolyte brought several irons, pincers and other implements to him and he
thrust their ends into the shimmering coals.
They rolled the table with other terrible items to use in tormenting Ilse
next to her. Gurd picked up an iron strap 2 inches wide and a foot
long. It was studded on one side with inch long spikes. There were
threaded rods extending through the strap. He placed it across her
scarified and bleeding breasts, the rods passing on either side of her under
the arms and fastening to the chair back. The threaded rods stuck through
the strap in front, there were large nuts with wings extending from them.
Gurd turned the nuts bringing the strap hard against the fullness of Ilse's
breasts, flattening and compressing them under the iron. He tightened the
band until the center of her mounds were squashed, the spikes stabbing into the
soft breast flesh, bulging above and below the cruel band.
"Confess. Confess or I tighten this until it crushes your
ribs."
"NOOOO!!! STOP!!! I have nothing to
confess!!! I am innocent.!"
Gurd turned the screws. An unearthly scream burst from Ilse's lips, bounding
from the stone walls of the torture chamber.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!"
"STOP!!! I am innocent!"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAA
"Confess witch!"
"I am innocent.!"
The infernal band of iron mashed her tormented breasts, blood trickled from
under the cruel device.
Gurd raised the leg support, extending one leg straight out.
He turned to the brazier and removed a rod, shimmering, white with heat.
The end was flattened and curved. Ilse, in all consuming agony,
stared with bulging eyes as Gurd brought the glowing end of the iron bar
closer.... She could feel the intense heat of the instrument. An
evil smirk on his face, Gurd pressed the flat of the iron to the sole of Ilse's
foot.. A hiss and a puff of smoke curled from her foot, the flesh sizzled
and bubbled as the iron roasted the flesh. Ilse bucked and thrashed in
the chair, screaming in agony. The sickening stench of burning human flesh
filled the air. Gurd held the iron to Ilse's foot till it started to cool.
When he withdrew it skin and bits of burned flesh clung to the atrocious
instrument.
He poked it back into the coals and drew another glowing iron from the
shimmering heat. The end had been fashioned into a round disk. Gurd
held it up to Ilse's face, the intense heat making the skin prickle. The
he lowered it and pressed it's incandescent end to her torso between her mashed
breasts. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTT!!! , a curl of smoke rose up as her
flesh sizzled and burned. Ilse screamed anew as she strained against the bands
holding her, muscles shaking and convulsing as she thrashed in futile attempts
to move from the savage brand.
Her head banged against the back of the chair as she struggled, screaming in
agony.
Gurd pulled the iron back, again bits of charred skin and flesh clung to it.
"My GOD, STOPPP!!! Please NO MORE!!! Mercy,
mercy!!! I beg you. Stop!!!!"
"Confess, witch!"
Ilse weakly shook her head sobbing, "NOOO..Noooooo!!!"
"Enough of this lying! Remove her to her cell. I will deal
with her another time. She WILL confess her covenant with that demon from
hell!"
Ilse, moaning and weeping is released from the barbaric contraption and removed
to the convent, delivering her to the Mother Superior and the sisters for care
to help her recover sufficiently to be interrogated yet again. She will
be questioned over and over till she abjures her believed pact with the devil,
no matter her denials under the most vile and barbarous tortures. She has
been accused and therefore MUST be guilty. Once accused there is no
escape from the Holy Inquisition.
As he is returning to the den of iniquity where the perfidious Grand
Inquisitor, Konrad of Marburg, awaits the next accused, he is accosted by a
minor official from the office of the Inquisition. He imparts information
to him to pass on to Konrad. Gurd is quite pleased with the news
and hurries to his master.
He enters the chamber and Konrad looks up to see who his Torture Master has
brought him. He is disappointed to see Gurd alone.
"Where is our next heretic? Why are you empty handed?"
"I have word from the office of the executioner your Grace."
"Well? Out with it man!"
"Remember the witch Elizabeth sire? She confessed and has been in
the care of the sisters who were preparing her for her punishment at the
stake"
"Yes,,, yes. So? Go ON!"
"She has abjured her confession your Grace! She denies having
confessed. "
"WHAT!!! She cannot DO that! She confessed being a witch under
question and must be burned!"
"She recanted having confessed to the Mother Superior and has been removed
from the list of witches to be burned.
I wanted to tell you as soon as possible your Grace. The guards are
bringing her from her cell now."
"Yes! We must resume the questioning. This time there will be
no half-way measures. You will use all methods at your command to extract
the truth."
"It will be a great pleasure your Grace. We must bring the Countess
in again. Just the sight of her should elicit fear to help us in our
search for the truth."
"Yes indeed. It was while the countess was engaged in her efforts
that this witch confessed in the first place was it not?"
"It was indeed your Grace."
Elizabeth was brought into the torture chamber, her wrists chained
together. Her bravery in recanting her confession had deserted her.
She was again a terrified young woman in the clutches of the cruelest and most
heartless inquisitor in the entire Inquisition, Konrad of Marburg, Grand
Inquisitor of the Holy Church of Rome. He was not pleased with her denying her
confession. She would be made to confess again and the interrogation
would be harsher than before.
The countess had been summoned and stood to one side, her array of instruments
spread on the table at her side. A smile of depraved anticipation on her
face.
Elizabeth shrank back when she caught sight of the Countess, her eyes wide, her
body already quivering. She was having second thoughts about abjuring her
confession, but she recoiled at the very thought of the stake and the flames.
The Countess approaches Elizabeth and reaches out to cup a full breast.
"Well we meet again my dear. I brought my bright shiny friends with
me again. They are most anxious to dabble in a bit of play with
you."
"Oh God! Keep her away from me!"
"But you seemed so animated before. Why you sang so beautifully for
us!"
"I heavens name keep her away! Don't let her touch me with those hideous
things!"
"After you confessed to me and now abjure that confession, you ask
favors? You can be sure the Countess will be taking part in your
questioning you witch whore! But first your friend Gurd will entertain
you."
"You don't understand, I was confused before. I am innocent! I
did not mean to confess to being a witch! I am not a witch! Please
believe me, I am NOT A WITCH!'
"Such lies will not be tolerated. You will be put under the question
again and again, whatever measures are needed to obtain the truth that you are
indeed a witch will be employed. No slackening of methods will be
permitted. You WILL confess to being a deputy of Satan and WILL
suffer the suitable punishment."
"NO! NO! NO! I am not a savant of the despicable Prince
of Darkness! I AM INNOCENT!"
"ENOUGH! Dungeon master...... do your duty!"
"With great satisfaction your Grace."
"Countess I ask you to assist and support your comrade in the art of
persuasion."
"It will be a great pleasure your Grace."
Gurd roughly manhandled Elizabeth away from the guards and using leather straps
bound Elizabeth's hands behind her. Strapping them tightly at wrist and again
at her elbows, drawing them together, then running a thong down between the
cheeks of her derriere, then up in front and around her waist. He hustled
her over under a chain hanging from the roof of the chamber. With the
assistance of the Countess, and using narrow straps, he wound them tightly
around the base of each of her large breasts, biting into the soft flesh.
The straps had been soaked in water so that as they dried they would
shrink and dig even deeper into her bosom. The loose ends of the straps
on each side were extended up to and were tied to the ring in the end of
the overhead chain. He breasts quickly turned blue, then rapidly a deep
purple, swelling like balloons, the nipples swelling till they were the size of
Gurd's thumb. One more strap was wrapped around her ankles fastening them
tightly together.
The Countess asked to be permitted to turn the crank to which the chain, after
rising to the ceiling extended back down to the crank and windlass... She so
wanted to watch the expression on Elizabeth's face as she was lifted. To
hang suspended by her beautiful breasts.
Elizabeth was trembling in frightened anticipation of what they were
doing. She was soon enlightened as they chain rose and the straps
tightened..
"Oh NO! NO! You can't do this. I will be torn to pieces.
NOOO!"
"Of course you won't. You may very shortly Wish so but it will
not happen"
As the chain rose, the straps drew Elizabeth's cruelly bound breasts upward,
she rose to her toes, then in an agonizing moment she was lifted from the
floor, hanging by her breasts.
The pain was excruciating, Elizabeth twisted and turned, the straps cutting
into her breasts. She shrieked and howled in pain. Surely her beautiful
breasts were about to be ripped from her. Such did not occur, they were
bloated and discolored but they were in no danger of rupturing. Elizabeth
was destined to hang by her huge mammaries for as long as her tormentors
wished.
"Let me down! Let me down! Please let me down!"
"Dungeon master, Countess. Come let us retire for our evening meal
while this heretic contemplates her confession."
"NOO! NOOO! Don't leave me! NOOOOO!!"
The three persons responsible for her chastening left the chamber, the door
shutting noisily after them.
The only people left in the torture chamber with Elizabeth were several
acolytes. It was a rare treat for them to be left alone to enjoy
the torture of an accused. Their eyes were alight in rapture as they
watched and listened to Elizabeth's screams and pleadings.
Elizabeth did indeed scream and beg for mercy. To be let down, to be
released from this torment. The acolytes watched and savored the agony of
the pitiful wretch hanging before them.
Time passed slowly for Elizabeth. Minutes seemed like hours. The straps
had indeed shrunken and bit into her breast flesh ever more fiercely, surely no
one could endure such pain. Time dragged on, Elizabeth whimpered
and moaned, her breasts like two live orbs of fire. She screamed and
wailed in unspeakable agony.
An hour. The excruciating pain was unending, tearing and piercing to her
very soul. Her screams had given way to a constant moaning and
whimpering. She begged and pleaded for anyone to let her down.
Another hour. Elizabeth's head lolled from side to side. It rolled back
and her pain filled eyes stared at the stones of the ceiling. She sobbed
and wailed her agony.
"Please! Please! Please!
Let me down! I beg of you. Pleaseee!"
Her only answer was the agitated breathing of the acolytes as they
"amused" themselves while they watched her incredible torture.
To Be Continued................