Inquisition

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................