The poor creature trussed to the timber and posts was
straining against the straps holding him spread for the Countess.
She continued sliding the probe back and forth in his massively swollen
penis. He whimpered and moaned as it pushed against the bottom of his
cock behind his stretched scrotum.
The countess motioned to the Sister who brought a small torch. The
countess held it below the end of the brass probe protruding from the large
shinning head of his phallus. He wriggled and squirmed as the rod
quickly heated. Then he was shrieking in pain as it started to
glow, the juices seeping from around the probe began to bubble and then
sizzle, a spiral of steam curled up as his pre-cum boiled.
A high pitched scream hurled from his open mouth, his lips pulled back from his
teeth as bellow after bellow of agony issued forth.
The Countess removed the flame but his peels of agony continued as the probe
slowly cooled.
Now she picked up the leather strap and lashed at his stretched scrotum and
balls. More howls were emitted by his thrashing body.
After a dozen or so blows she placed a low stool between his wide spread thighs
and asked for her collection of implements. One of the novices, eyes wide
in fascination, trundled her cart over. Another novice, visibly excited, pushed the brazier next to it.
Watch carefully ladies we are about to teach our young thief a lesson in the
respect of the property of his betters.
The Countess opened her pouch of instruments, cleaned after their use on
Elisabeth, and selected a shiny steel comb with the teeth sharpened to needle
sharp points and hooked at the ends.
She touched it to his tightly stretched scrotum and drug
it downward, slicing into the super sensitive bag holding is screaming beaten
testes. He tensed and strained, his muscles bulging,
the straps creaking as he twisted. A horrific scream was torn from his
mouth as the Countess shredded his ball sack.
Next she reached to the brazier and the needles placed there, now white
hot. Picking one up in a pincher, she grasped his testicles and raised
them up. She then wove the needle in and out of the flesh of his
scrotum.
His screams were like those of an animal being crushed. High pitched and
echoing from the stone walls of the chamber. His seared flesh sizzled and
bubbled around the needle. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
She selected another and did the same.
SSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!
There was no blood, the hot glowing needles cauterized
the flesh as it went, sealing the capillaries and vessels. Four
times she skewered the stretched sack.
The Countess lifted his testicles and unfastened the weights hanging from them.
Taking a thin leather thong she wrapped it tightly around the sack just above
his testes and wound it round and round,,tightening it
further and further. till the skin was
stretched tight and shone as though polished. She scratched them
with her long finger nails eliciting groans from her victim.
Turning to her little cart she picked a small device up and looked it over.. Hmmmm yes! Just the thing.
It consisted of two flat plates connected by two screws. She slipped it
over his tender globes, one under,,,the other over his
nuts. Then she tighten the screws of
course. His already beaten and swollen testes immediately screamed their
pain to him and he howled in agonized anguish. She flattened them
till the the globes were bulging from the sides
of the device. He was unable to voice anymore screams as the
unbelievably horrific , excruciating crushing of his
testes overloaded his brain and took his breath from his lungs.
Finally with him quivering and moaning in agony she stopped crushing
them. He continued to moan and whimper, trembling.
Now the culmination of her torture.
She picked up a glowing needle.....and placing it's
point to one of the bulging testicles......slowly skewered his already
screaming testicle.
He found his voice an screammmmed!!!
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
The Countess took another needle and skewered the same testicles again!!
Surely no one had ever felt such pain. He screamed and screamed.
Stretching and thrashing against the straps.
She pierced that one testicle with no less that four white hot shimmering
needles.
His screams were abominable in their intensity. Rebounding and echoing in the
chamber. And she still had another to be pierced.
The Countess continued and did Just that.
He was a shivering quaking shell...Unable to do anything but scream and twitch
in his agony
Finally the countess rose. Glaring down at the
hulk of a human being quivering before her she sneered and said, "remember
this next time you are tempted to steel the property of a superior being"
With that she turned and exited the chamber, telling
the Sister and her novices that they may spend as much time as they wish
with him, "Playing and amusing themselves"
To Be Continued..with another heretic as guest of
Konrad of Marburgh.
