Elizabeth trembles and quivers in terror as the Countess pinches the plump lips
of her victims sex, parting them and probing inside.
"Oh God Noo!!! Please! Don't let her do this!"
An evil snigger escapes the Countesses lips as she revels in the poor girls
panic of what awaits. He hand abandons the secret portal to Elizabeth's
tender grotto and glides down over the soft flesh of her thighs. Down,
down till she grips the whole of Elizabeth's foot. the Countess smiles
and draws the toes apart, her long nails scraping the sensitive sole.
Leaning closely the Countess touches the edge of her scalpel to the
underside of Elizabeth's great toe. It hardly touches yet the extreme
sharpness of the blade easily penetrates the top layer of skin. Slowly,
delicately she works the point under the flap of skin, peeling it away from the
flesh. Hardly any blood flows as the skin is separated from the weeping
flesh beneath.
Elizabeth screams in pain as the Countess peels back the skin from the sole of
her foot. Elizabeth howls in agony the skin is slowly peeled back, the
screams echoing in the chamber.
The Countess spends over and hour slowly, agonizingly stripping the skin from
Elizabeth's foot. Finally she holds up the flayed skin of the entire
bottom of Elizabeth's foot, grinning triumphantly.
"Stop!! Stop!! No more!! Have mercy!"
"Confess witch and it will!"
"NOOOOO!!! I am not a witch! I will not confess to being a
witch! NOOOOO!!!!"
The Countess smiles and bends over Elizabeth once again. Elizabeth
thrashes and struggles to no avail. The Countess places the tip of her
blade to the outside of Elizabeth's lower leg and begins the removal of a wide
strip of skin. It is much larger that the sole of Elizabeth's foot and
she works very slowly, working the blade between skin and flesh, lifting with
tweezer like tools as the oozing, weeping flesh beneath the skin is
revealed.
Elizabeth wails in untold agony as the skin is peeled from her body. It
takes the Countess more than an hour and a half to remove a strip a handbreadth
wide from ankle to just below the knee. It consumes over two hours of
delicate work to excoriate the skin from the entire upper of one thigh.
Elizabeth's screams make the flesh crawl and the hair on even Konrad's neck to
raise up. The Countess is absorbed in her fiendish task. The
screams and wails of excruciating pain are music to her ears.
Elizabeth twists her head back and forth, the screams hurling from her
mouth. She refuses each time she is asked to confess.
She is slowly but surely being skinned alive by the inhuman fiend flaying the
skin from her convulsing body.
The Countess carefully lays each section of Elizabeth's skin aside carefully in
order that she may later prepare it for her own depraved uses.
Elizabeth shakes and shudders, her body tightly stretched and suspended
above the planks of the rack, blood and fluids weeping from the exposed areas
of flesh where the skin has been flayed from her.
The Countess lays aside her fearsome blade and turns to the brazier standing
beside the rack. Several brands and pokers have been soaking in the hot
coals. She removes a brand with a broad flat end. Turning back to
Elizabeth she brandishes it before her face. Elizabeth's eyes widen in
fearsome horror. What savage act is this vile demon going to
inflict now? With a malicious sneer the Countess moves back to the foot
of the rack and presses the white hot glowing iron to the flayed sole of
Elizabeth's foot. A hiss and sizzle as the glowing iron sears the bare
flesh. A cloud of steam and smoke rises from the cauterized wound.
Elizabeth stiffens and strains against the shackles holding her, her screams
reverberating about the chamber as the glowing iron is held against her
tortured flesh.
Twice more her tormentor presses other irons to the areas from which the skin
has been stripped from her quivering flesh, cauterizing and sealing the
atrocious wounds.
Elizabeth's screaming pauses only briefly as she gasps for air to continue her
howls of agony, finally she ceases her struggles and falls silent.
"She has fainted your Grace."
"Very well. leave her as she is. The Countess can resume her
harvesting when this miscreant revives and the examination resumes. Bring
me that dark haired one from the east. She has been resting in her cell
long enough to have reconsidered her foolish denials and confess her pact with
Satan. And Countess, please stay with us. Maybe you will grace us with a
demonstration of your other talents."
"It will be a pleasure your Grace. Perhaps you would like me to
bring one of my subjects in for a showing of methods used to interrogate
warlocks and other male disciples of that arch fiend from hell."
"Yes, by all means. A little change of pace might be pleasant."
Gurd lumbered off to find and bring back Konrad's requested witch Tashya.
The Countess disappears to her own chambers, returning very shortly followed by
some of her own helpers prodding along a poor wretch who had obviously been
under question before the Countess had been summoned to work on
Elizabeth. His name was Rolf and had been arrested by the churches
protectors on charges of heresy and sorcery.
Rolf was a very big, muscular young man who had worked at the town
granary. He had only been under the question for a relatively short time
by the Countess but still showed the signs of distress at her practiced
hands. A heavy iron collar had been placed around his thick neck. Chains
hung down from it which joined the heavy shackles on his wrists which were
joined together by a short few links of a chain. More chains hung from an wide
iron band around his waist to the shackles and chains linking his ankles, which
were so short he was forced to walk with short shuffling steps..
The muscles of his arms and legs flexed and rippled as he was prodded
along. His entire body was a mass of powerful sinews and brawn, scarred
by heavy use of the bullwhip. He was completely naked, his impressive
manhood hung halfway to his knees, with a heavy ball sack swinging below, the
balls therein large and round.
"I must congratulate you Countess. This is indeed an impressive
subject. What have you to say seer?"
"You can go to hell you vile bastard! I am innocent of all the
trumpery and bunkum you charge me with."
"We shall see about that you loud mouthed scoundrel as my friend the
Countess questions you."
"You are a fraud and charlatan, masquerading as a Prince of the Church.
Hah! You are a cheat and a liar, who uses his position of power to line his own
pockets and amuse himself by practicing your vile and barbarous deeds upon
those over whom you have control. Looking over to Elizabeth, stretched
and suspended on the rack and moaning in agony, Rolf asks What are you doing to
this poor creature?"
'My, my. Quite a speech for one in such a precarious position. What we have
performed on that witch is none of your affair. Particularly since the charges
against you have been verified from numerous sources. I am sure the Countess
will obtain the proper admission from you, PIG!"
"The Countess! Hah! She is a twisted and depraved mistress of
the devil himself, who practices her own brand of evil to amuse and satisfy her
own wicked and satanic ambitions. I spit on you both!"
"I do hope Countess that you have suitable techniques in mind for this
wordy and ill mannered madman."
"Indeed I do your Grace. He will be singing like a bird in
short order."
"You'll get not a word or sound from me, you pathetic harpy!"
"Let us proceed with him then Countess, while we await the return of Gurd
with his young witch."
With one so strong and powerful it took several of her assistants to move Rolf
over under chains dangling from the ceiling. The hooks on the ends of the
chains were fastened directly onto the chains about his wrists. The crank on
the wall was turned and Rolf's arms were raised till he was forced to the balls
of his feet.
The short chain between his ankles was undone and his ankles drug outward to be
secured to rings in the floor some four feet apart.
The Countess moves to Rolf, and reaching out grasps his ball sack and lifts
roughly, squeezing and twisting.
"Let's see how silent you are when I crush these in the nut cracker."
"Go to hell whore!"
The Countess gives them a sharp tug and walks to the racks where the extensive
array of whips, flails and paddles hang. She elects a long cat of braided
thongs with knots along the length of the tails, a particularly large one on
the end of each tail. The Countess is an accomplished master of wielding
the "Cat". She swishes it back and forth a couple of times as
she moves to one side behind Rolf.
"This has a bit more "bite" than the bullwhip you became
acquainted with earlier."
Drawing back her arm, the Countess brings the wicked plaints of the
"Cat" lashing forward!
