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Medieval Justice
Ivan Bulley
Chapter 2
It was now several years later. This was the time of year when days were getting shorter and trees were shedding their leaves. Darkness permeated the world and penetrated men's hearts.
The Inn:
In an inn near the market place three men sat eating oxtail soup and drinking ale. It was a dark and cold night and they were glad that they were comfortable in front of an open fire. They were in a pensive mood. As the gusts of wind rattled the door and rain lashed the window panes, they wondered how the young girl outside was doing.
She was standing locked in a pillory! In the cold and rain!
Two of the men were dressed in prison guard uniforms and had graying hair. How time had aged them! The third was a newcomer, a tall muscled Scott with red hair and a crimson beard. He wore a kilt and you would not guess that he was only twenty years old.
It was miserable outside and the rain was pelting down. At times the wind blew the raindrops almost horizontally. The girl stood shivering, secured in the pillory, in the middle of the deserted market square.
The young Scotsman, named Donald, had started his career as a school teacher. He was extremely strong – perhaps too much - and had built up a reputation that a rattan in his hands did not last for long. Parents decided that their children could do without enhanced education. Now he had joined the local prison staff of this town, far away from Scotland.
They sat and dipped their bread in their soup. A mongrel dog lay sleeping in front of the fire. Every so often one of the men found a piece of bone in his soup and threw it to the dog. He would sniff it, lick it momentarily and continue to sleep. Nothing seemed worth while, even to the dog. This was a cold night and the only sensible place was in front of the fire.
Donald mused about what had happened that day.
Events of the morning:
A young girl was summoned before the judge on a charge of prostitution. The villagers had not really noticed her before and they did not know anything about her. She alleged that her name was Mary, but she did not have any family and she did not know when she was born. He estimated her to be 18 years, but it could also have been as young as 16.
The judge did not take long to reach a decision and sentenced her to 24 hours locked in the pillory, starting that day at midday 12 o'clock and ending the next day at the same time.
He pronounced that she would remain in prison after completing this sentence.
They realized that the following day was market day and there would be a lot of people around. The severity of pillory punishment really depended on the public. This was people's justice – as long as the culprit was secured in the pillory, everybody was at liberty to do absolutely anything to that person.
Everything would work together to promote trading and to promote the girl's ordeal.
The previous culprit had suffered quite severely in the pillory. Objects had been thrown with such force at the girl's face that she was now blinded permanently.
In general, nobody really cared what the lasting effects of any punishment would be. There was no sympathy at all.
Mary was removed to a room next door, where her warm coat was taken from her. She was stripped naked and searched for hidden objects. She was then told to put on a flimsy sleeveless white gown, like the Romans used to wear, with nothing underneath.
The Pillory:
Without any further ado, she was taken to the market place. In the middle of the square was an elevated area with a flogging post and two pillories, one lower than the other. Mary was led to the lower one. She looked very nervous and her lower lip trembled. They lifted the heavy wooden plank and ordered her to place her neck in the groove. The pillory was lower than her shoulders and she had to stoop forward. The holes for her arms were too large and metal shackles were locked around her wrists to prevent her from freeing her hands. The top plank was secured in place.
Her head was hanging down and her long hair covered her face, and the hunched position was most uncomfortable. Donald looked on, as one guard grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Fear distorted her pretty face when she noticed he was holding two long thick nails.
He explained to Donald that the culprit had to present her face to the public all times. Her face had to be motionless, so that it would be a stationary target.
He pulled one ear away from her head. With a twisting, drilling motion, he pushed a nail through her ear, close to her head at the height of her ear canal. A deep moaning cry escaped from her lips. He then perforated her other ear in a similar fashion. While the second guard held her head extended, he hammered the nails into the wooden boards of the pillory. Her ears were thus firmly impaled and this rendered her head immobile. (standard practice.)
She was left standing in this strained position. Very soon her neck muscles began cramping. Her skewered ears were hurting badly and caused a throbbing headache. Her neck muscles had to continuously hold her head up, because the pain in her ears prevented any movement. Her back started hurting. When she lowered her hips, her windpipe compressed against the lower edge of the board and made breathing difficult. Her misery was terrible.
That afternoon Donald visited the saddle and harness maker and purchased several whips and other leather implements. One of them was a beautifully crafted braided leather whip – quite heavy. He was also delighted with his purchase of a whip with ten thick braided strands. He cracked it through the air and was thrilled with the thought of what it would do to naked flesh. The effect of ten lashes simultaneously had to be so much more intense than only one. His powerful arm muscles would provide all the force that was required.
Meanwhile, it was quite deserted at the square. One elderly lady brought a bowl with stinking slimy rotten stuff in it – fish and what not. She cursed the girl and rubbed the rubbish on Mary's face and some went up her nose. (Actually Mary was a very prim and proper girl and this was most humiliating.) Then Mary was left to her own devices. The ghastly smell in her nose would not go away.
Little boys' torment:
Some small boys, 10 years old or so, came along. The little leader told the others that she must be a very bad woman and it was their duty to help and punish her. They saw flies crawling over her face. The flies tickled her and she pulled faces and tried to shoo them away, but nothing helped. This gave the little leader an idea and he found some dry straw and began tickling her face. He poked the straw up her nose and twisted it around and stuck some it into her ears. She cried and implored him to stop. The little brat laughed and kept on tormenting her.
After a while he had enough of this. One of the boys giggled and looked under her gown. They then took turns poking their heads under her dress and making lewd remarks. She blushed and begged them to stop. Somehow they found this hilarious. They were supposed to do anything to her and they knew it.
Then the little leader had another idea. He found a stick and sharpened the point on the cobble stones. "A bee is going to sting your bum", he gleefully exclaimed and gave her a sharp jab under her gown, right between her legs. The boys laughed as she cried out. She was so utterly helpless and could do nothing to protect herself. The other boys also gathered sticks and sharpened them. They competed with each other to see who could make her yelp the loudest. One boy showed his stick to the others. It had blood on the point. Now they competed to see who could draw the most blood.
Cold rainy night:
The boys went home when it darkness fell. Cold rain started pouring down and the wind picked up. Mary was stiff and sore and it was agony to hold her position. How would she endure the whole night?
A man in a thick overcoat walked past. Mary cried and begged for help and pleaded with him. He stopped and stared at her womanly figure. The wet material clung provocatively to her sexy bottom and he could clearly see all her feminine features. He slapped her hard on her bum with his open hand. He pulled his coat over his head and walked away.
The Inn later that night:
The three men were still slurping their soup. The warmth of the fire made them sleepy. It was becoming late and the elderly guards said they were going to bed. Donald replied that he was going to comfort the girl at the pillory. It was almost midnight and there was a lull in the rain. He took a lantern and strolled to the square.
Mary looked so feminine and helpless. He felt lust growing in his loins. He pulled her soggy gown off her body, lifted his kilt and pressed his pelvis against her bottom. Her skin was cold and wet to touch. With his strong hands he parted her buttocks and tried to ram his huge manhood home. She was dry and sore inside. She squeezed her legs together as hard as she could and lowered her hips to avoid him. With a hoarse voice, but with a distinctive Scottish accent, she cried "Stop it, Donald you oaf, stop it." He turned in disgust and walked away. Her gown was left down around her ankles. The rain started again and torrents poured down on her naked body.
The following morning a cleaning lady walked past and covered Mary's body with her soggy garment.
Market Day:
The weather improved and traders arrived with their tables and goods. Soon many people swarmed to the market place. An old lady kept a stall near the pillory. She was selling bowls with putrid objects. Many men, and even women, purchased decaying goods from her – rotten eggs, tomatoes, fruit, meat and other revolting stuff.
The public took position a short distance in front of Mary and hurled their objects at her face. One woman threw unripe pears at her. They were hard as stones and one struck her nose and made it bleed. Mary was wailing hysterically and was totally unable to move. Some projectiles struck her eyes and soon they were so swollen that she could not open them. Thereafter she could no longer see the object coming and this made matters worse.
At 11 o'clock, one hour before the end of her ordeal, Donald came swaggering along. He was carrying a leather bag and the people made way for this huge Scotsman. He ripped her gown off her body and shamelessly exposed her in front of all the people. Men stared at her pale nakedness, her firm breasts and sexy buttocks. Donald took his new whip out of the bag. The leather was stiff and he flexed it a couple of times. A hush fell over the crowd and they gathered closer.
Donald raised the whip and with unbelievable fury and vehemence he attacked her exposed body. Pandemonium broke loose and her shrieks reverberated through the town. People came running to see what was happening. He struck every part of her body with a vengeance, almost as if he had a personal vendetta. Her body shook and contorted with each blow.
Next he removed his prize instrument from the bag – the whip with ten thick braided strands. People gasped as they saw this fearsome apparatus.
Ten strands made a loud whistling noise as they sliced through the air and then ten almost simultaneous cracks resounded as they slammed into naked skin. Repeatedly! The effect this had on the wretched lass was horrific. Her agony was so enormous that she tore her ears loose from the nails. Blood streamed down her cheeks, and even more blood flowed down her body.
A huge cheer went up.
That afternoon the mayor summoned Donald to his office. He gave Donald a bag with gold coins and praised him for the good work that he had done.
He also praised him for producing information that had led to the prostitute's arrest.
Prison
Mary's stay in the prison was a miserable experience. It would take a long time before the swelling of her eyelids subsided enough for her to see again. Her bed at night was made of wooden boards, without a mattress or blankets. Every night she was tied naked on her back, with her legs spread and her hands above her head. She was kept like this for the convenience of the guards and they came at any time in the dark of night. In the beginning she could not discern who visited her, but gradually she recognized some guards' style and smell. There was one person whom she dreaded most, and she knew it had to be Donald. His rough and insensitive groping of her private areas was especially revolting. Then his huge penis tried to penetrate her dry vagina. He seemed to get pleasure from rough dry friction. It hurt her terribly and she prayed every time that it would end. However, he was unable to climax and just carried on. His heavy body buffeted her slender figure with his thumping - and hurt the unhealed wounds on her bottom. Eventually he would leave frustrated and dissatisfied. After every visit her vagina felt raw and chafed.
The female inmates were released from their cells during the day and had to do manual work – washing, cleaning cooking and much more. A brutal corpulent matron supervised them and made their life miserable. Everyone lived in constant fear and the matron made certain that they were reminded daily that they were there for punishment and nothing else. She constantly found fault with what they were doing. Talking too loudly, giving the wrong answers, anything whatsoever, was reason enough for corporal punishment. If she could find no fault, she invented something. Every day at least some women would experience pain administered to them. They did not know when to expect it or who was going to get it.
There was one large room, where the prisoners congregated to eat, to listen to new rules and regulations and of course to receive punishment in front of everyone else. The dreaded punishment device stood in the middle of the room. It was simple, but effective. Two vertical wooden posts were planted in holes in the floor, four feet apart, and they were topped by a horizontal pole, about hip height. There were metal rings at the bottom of each post, in front and back.
The matron would point to a wrongdoer, snarl "bottom up" and the poor creature had to bend over the horizontal pole. Her hands and feet were quickly tied to the rings and her dress lifted to expose her bottom. The prisoners never had anything to wear underneath their prison attire and naked buttocks were frequently presented, in anticipation of the pain they were to receive. This sometimes happened several times per day and the matron varied her methods of producing injuries.
Mary's first spanking:
Mary got her first turn only the second day after she had arrived. Her eyes were still swollen shut and she did not quite appreciate what was going happening to her. She felt how strangers' hands picked her up and placed her over the beam. Her arms and legs were pulled towards the floor and she felt how her wrists and ankles ware fastened with rope. Next she noticed a cool breeze on her naked bottom as her dress was lifted. The matron mumbled and cursed when she saw the nasty wounds of Mary's previous flogging. Her face turned red. The other female inmates were surprised when they saw this.
Nevertheless, pain was going to be administered. The matron ordered two women to separate Mary's buttocks. The insides of her cheeks were still untouched by a whip. Right there, between them, the matron knew she had discovered the ideal spot - the narrow bridge of flesh between pussy and anus. She had the perfect instrument for it. She took a large wooden spoon and with the round side of it, struck Mary on the designated area. The first sensation produced, was a sharp stinging pain. Quickly she hit the same spot again. The second blow hurt twice as much. The third blow was even worse. The spoon hit the same spot over and over again, - amazing how the pain increased each time! The pain became more than Mary could possibly endure. She jerked, she writhed and her hands tried desperately to free themselves and cover the spot of unspeakable agony. The cruelty was made worse by her utter helplessness to do anything about it. All she could do was shriek louder. What else could she do when she could absolutely stand no more and still it continued!
The matron loved to prolong castigations, especially when they had such a pronounced effect. Mary hollered her head off and perspiration glistened on her body. The matron remained unperturbed by this. With a smirk on her face (and these were the only occasions when she smiled) she continued to administer insufferable pain. Over and over again – never wavering from the same spot! First redness, then purple bruises and then broken skin. Finally there was bleeding. Would the anguish ever stop? The matron was undeterred by the amount of damage she was doing. She grinned at the squirming bottom, the deafening noise and just carried on regardless.
When it was finally over, Mary appeared to be in shock.
Next Linda's ordeal:
Unbelievably, it was not even an hour later when the matron pointed to a petite brunette, Linda, and barked: "Bottom up" The attractive girl was slender and had shapely rounded buttocks. She got such a fright that she pissed and a puddle formed on the floor. This pleased the matron.
Soon her buttocks were nude, immobilized and their eye-catching round parts were extremely vulnerable in their upturned position. Linda was sobbing heartbrokenly. She had gone through this several times before and she knew there would be no mercy. Her exposed bottom waited fearfully for the agony to start, but the matron was still deciding on what to use.
The matron found it hard to reach a decision. She was in an ugly mood and felt like using something more potent, something that would cause more grief than usual. A cane, tawse, strap, spoon or the usual instruments did not match her mood. The sight of Mary's nude bottom aroused a yearning to do something dreadful.
At the back of the room was a heavy wooden door, which was kept locked. Behind it were the torture chambers. The older inmates remembered hearing muffled screams of agony coming from behind them. The matron unlocked the door and returned with a three pronged braided whip. When Linda saw it, the poor girl's eyes opened wide with fright and her whole body started shaking. She pleaded and begged the matron to spare her. Only some things in life gave the matron real pleasure – one was futile pleading and begging. The matron found pleasure in making sadistic remarks that would enhance the victim's fear. She held the whip close to the girl's face and showed her the old crusted blood on its leather. She told Linda that her own blood would soon color the whole whip a crimson red. The whip would slice her deeply and make her bleed profusely. The wretched girl was petrified.
Linda felt the matron's cold hands squeeze and stoke her defenseless bottom. The matron snarled: "You have superior upholstery here. This is going to be a prolonged session – no need to stop too soon. I can assure you that you won't be able to endure it, but your flesh will. You will receive as much pain as you can possibly put up with and then much much more! It will be entirely my pleasure."
"Hmmm", said the matron with a far away look, as her cold fingers slowly stroked Linda's pussy and anus. Linda realized that her most private parts were vulnerable and exposed. They would certainly be targeted.
The matron swung the whip several times in front of the cringing girl. The other prisoners were horrified. Poor thing – she was always so modest and endearing. Why did the matron have to pick on her?
The matron was determined to vent all her sadistic cravings. The inmates gasped as the matron took two steps backward, rushed forward and swung the whip in a wide arc and struck with all her might. She had strong arms. Three thick leather strands crashed down with appalling force on the girl's ass.
The girl shook and screamed with agony.
"Ah, that's how I like it "thought the matron and the next three bloody welts were delivered at an angle, crossing the previous ones.
The ingenuity of the punishment apparatus was that you could deliver the chastisement from any direction. The flogging went on from all sides and did not miss any nook or cranny. The screaming girl's bottom slowly turned into a bloody battered mass. This was a flogging such as the inmates had never seen before. It just continued relentlessly and the more the poor girl screamed and squirmed, the harder the matron struck her. It was as if Linda's suffering was fuel on the matron's fire.
Eventually the matron's flogging frenzy abated.
She rubbed hands full of salt onto the girl's bottom until it formed a crimson crust. As expected, this produce renewed howling.
Linda was then kept bound in this upturned position until the next morning. The whole night her cries and moans prevented the others from sleeping.
For a long time afterwards the cane hardly crossed any bottoms any more and the atmosphere became somewhat relaxed.
Nobody understood what had triggered the matron to turn into a monster. Nobody knew that she had once been a sweet schoolgirl named Agnes.
Mary and Linda's wounds gradually healed. They became friends and and in a whispering voice communicated when the matron was not looking. Mary explained how she was tied up every night and how dry and sore her vagina was.
Linda told her that there was a large dungeon under the building. She was locked up there for the first month of her incarceration. In the dungeon there was a woman who had been chained to the wall, without any worldly comforts. She could not tell who this woman was and what her crimes had been. She had been there for years and the clothes in which she was had arrived, had long since disintegrated. She was permanently kept there in one spot on the cold floor, naked, in filth, urine and year's excreta. The poor woman had lost her mind and was totally incoherent.
One day there was a buzz of excitement. First an older woman of around 30 years was taken to the torture chambers and later that day also a young woman – almost still a child. The matron rarely explained events, but this time she said the first woman was suspected of murdering her husband and she was there for the revealing of the truth. The second girl was there because a lot of cattle had died and they suspect that she was a witch. This was a matter for the church and the clergy would soon arrive and enter through the main gates, to witness her confessions.
In their private conversations, Linda suggested to Mary that it might help if she gave the guards special favors. If her vagina was so dry, what then about her mouth?
Donald visited her that night. Casually she mentioned that she had a soft wet tongue and could pleasure him in other ways. This worked - for the first time Donald was pleased with the results.
Thereafter things slowly changed for the better. She was no longer bound and naked at night. She received a mattress and blankets. Also many other favours!
One day she had disappeared. Nobody saw her again.
Whipping Post
From the market place, one could hear the sounds of a proper flogging. Loud cracks and an animal like howl echoed through the streets. People rushed to witness the event.
A naked man stood at the post with his hands tied above his head. Ten thick leather strands sliced his body simultaneously and made him roar. The instrument seemed familiar. It struck repeatedly and caused indescribable agony.
A couple of young girls came for a closer look and giggled. They stared immodestly.
A woman whispered that it was alleged that he was the person, who was responsible for the escape of a prisoner.
The punishment continued without respite…
He howled and his red hair wafted in the wind.
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