PART 20
The brutish monster prepares to continue the torture of the screaming remnant
of a human being spread before them.
"Stay the continuance of your persuasions dungeon master. Have her
removed to a suitable place so she may meditate on her future. I wish to
suspend inquiries for today in any case. See if you can find another
disciple of that lord of the underworld whom we may save from everlasting
hellfire.."
"As you wish Your Eminence. We have many misguided souls at your
disposal to be offered for your "saving."
Bertha is freed from the terrible machine and her broken body taken to a dank
stone cell, to have her torn limbs reset and her hideous burns tended by
sisters of the order. When deemed recovered sufficiently she will be
returned to the mercies of Konrad and his fiendish savant, to be questioned
again and have whatever tortures his twisted mind can devise inflicted upon her
helpless body..
Two days later:
Konrad sits at his velvet covered dais. Splendidly robed in his elaborate
vestments as Grand Inquisitor of the Church in Marburg. The ultimate judge of who, in extremely rare cases,
is innocent, and who, as is usual, a follower of the Prince of Darkness,
a heretic and a witch. As such they must confess their sin or be dealt
with severely, using all the means at his disposal, the duty he most enjoys of
all his privileges.
His torture master enters and kneels before the venal, unscrupulous mogul of
the "truth".
Konrad waves away the remains of his "spartan" breakfast of roasted
game, sausages, sweet rolls and other delicacies. He is ready to proceed
with his work of cleansing lost and misguided souls.
"What have you for my attentions today?"
Gurd turns and motions to a group of guards behind him to bring forth the
current unfortunate guests of the church.
Several fulsome young women are pushed into a line in front of Konrad.
All especially chosen more for their physical attributes than for their accused
behavior. Someone at one time or other has denounced them as conjurers,
heretics, or witches, That and their aforementioned qualities place them before
Konrad, to be questioned and the truth brought forth by whatever means
pleases him. The more barbarous and vile those means are the more he revels in
them.
Konrad looks them over and has Gurd drag each one forward, tearing at the
rags they wear exposes much of their naked flesh for Konrad's
pleasure. All are sumptuously endowed, (Konrad has a "thing"
about large breasts, and the delicious things Gurd does to them).
"That one, there, the dark haired one."
Gurd dismisses the rest and the guards haul them off to cells in the
dungeon. Gurd shoves the chosen one in front of Konrad's dais. Her
hands are bound behind her and after Gurd's handing is bare to the waist, her
huge breasts jiggling.
"Your name?"
The young girl glowers up at Konrad and remains silent.
"I asked your name woman! "
The girl sneers at Konrad and spits on the floor.
Gurd grasps her hair and pulling it back and twisting, shakes her,
"Answer His Grace, pig!"
She remains silent.
"Her name is Tashya Your Grace. She comes from one of the eastern
provinces. It is reported her father is some sort of minor official."
"She seems to be in need of improved manners before her betters."
"I can take care of that your Grace."
"You are accused of heresy and making blasphemous statements against the
church. You are also said to be a witch and a conjurer. Confess your sins
and your punishment will be tempered with mercy."
"The devil take you, you corrupt, evil, tyrant.
We've heard of you in my country. You and your vile unholy practices.
Wish that I were a witch so I could curse you to eternal damnation."
Konrad blanched at the scathing accusations.
Pointing at her with his outstretched arm, Konrad, his face now red in
indignation and hatred, shouts "There is no need to proffer questions to
this vile witch. Proceed at once with her cleansing by the most severe
methods."
"With great pleasure your Grace."
With the assistance of two of the acolytes, always present and eager to help in
the savage tortures, Tashya was quickly stripped naked, her voluptuous body
wantonly displayed before the rabid gaze of Konrad, already licking his lips in
anticipation of her torture.
Gurd wound his greasy fingers in Tashya's hair and dragged her to the wall of
the torture chamber. There a device resembling a large ladder, some 15
feet tall, leaned at an angle to the wall. 12 feet up was a roller
, with ropes running over it, stretched between the side rails. Two ropes hung
downward with shackles at the ends. The other ends of these ropes ran
down to and around another roller, on the end of which were arms like the
spokes of a wheel. Another roller was positioned 2 feet above the floor,
ropes ran from the roller with the spokes down to and around this one, they
also had shackles fastened to the ends. Like a ladder there were rungs of
iron between the side rails, from top to bottom.
Tashya was forced to climb up a couple of rungs above the bottom roller, facing
forward. Her legs were pushed between the rungs behind her knees then pulled
downward and the shackles closed about her ankles. One of the acolytes
climbed up the ladder and pulled her arms up, threading her hands in back of
the rungs and then in front before fastening her wrists in the shackles
Tashya is now pinioned in a cruel upright rack. By turning the roller
with the spokes she can be stretched at the whim of her tormentor.
"Release me you cowardly scoundrels. When my father and our people
hear of your treatment of me they will descend upon you and give you your just
deserts."
"Reckless talk for someone bound to one of our instruments designed to
extract the truth from servants of Lucifer!"
"Go to hell you repulsive pervert."
"Oh this will be very enjoyable. Do your duty torture master.
Make this foul mouthed whore scream and beg for mercy."
Gurd directs one of the burlier acolytes, already drooling in anticipation, to
turn the wheel and stretch the bitch. As ordered the delighted henchman
turned the spokes to tighten the ropes.
Tashya's shackled wrists were drawn upwards, the rungs of the ladder biting
into her arms and legs as her body was drug higher on the ladder. The
ropes securing her ankles drew tight, she gritted her teeth as the ropes pulled
at her stretched body The muscles of arms and legs strained in a futile act of
resistance. As she was stretched tighter and tighter her abdomen sunk in
and her rib cage rose, thrusting her monumental breasts upward as though
offering them for whatever depredations they planned. Naked and stretched
she hung at the nonexistent mercy of her torturers.
Gurd strode to her and reached one of his huge hands out to cup and pinch her
lewdly exposed genitals, probing with a thick finger. His other hand
pawed at one of her sumptuous mounds, squeezing and twisting it, the nipple
hard and stiff in the cold air of the chamber. Abandoning her nether parts he
grasped the nipple and pulled stretching it forth and twisting it cruelly, then
releasing it to grope her other breast and treating it in like fashion.
Nothing more than a sharp intake of breath came from Tashya.
Gurd freed her breasts and raked his broken and splintered nails up and down
her taut torso leaving red trails of torn and bleeding flesh over her sides and
abdomen. He then turned his attention to her opened legs and scrapped
them over her inner thighs leaving more trails of lacerated flesh.
"Is this the best you can do you pitiful scoundrel?"
"Just warming you up whore! Wait till I start to work on these," he
said, jabbing his fingers into her heaving mammary mounds, " you
will sing wonderful music for us as I make you feel pain you cannot
imagine."
Tashya spat in his face. Gurd smiled evilly and nodded to the
acolyte to tighten the ropes.
As the ropes drew tighter and she was stretched the rungs bit into her arms and
legs where they were twined through. Her muscles quivered as her limbs
were slowly being torn from her. Jolts of searing pain lanced up and down
her taut limbs, sinews and muscles screaming in protest as they were torn from
their moorings. Tashya had uttered not a sound save a few moans.
"I want to hear her scream torture master!"
"Oh she will your Grace,, she will,,,,soon."
Gurd went to his cart of implements and returned with several long narrow
spikes.
Grinning evilly he placed the sharpened point of one to her shoulder, just
where the painfully twisted socket lay.
Twisting and ramming he forced it into the joint between the bones of the
socket.
Tashya's eyes bulged forth, her mouth opened wide and a scream of unearthly
volume burst forth.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Her head thrashed side to side as he jammed the spike fully into her shoulder.
Taking up another he touched the point to her other shoulder. Tashya now
stared in disbelief at the iron instrument, watching as Gurd forced it into her
tormented flesh.
Another horrendous scream was torn from her lips as the implement tore her
socket apart. She thrashed at her bindings, beating her head upon
the framework of the ladder
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
Gurd picked up a number of coarse needles from his cart and thrust the ends
into the ever present brazier When they were heated to a bright cherry red he
grasped one in a pair of pinchers and thrust it slowly through the muscle of
one of her upper arms.
Tashya, now all resolve shattered and broken, screamed in agony.
NNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Gurd picked up another needle and slowly thrust it through the other arm.
Tashya howled in unrelenting agonizing pain.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!
He continued forcing the searing hot needles through both arms above and below
her elbows. Tashya continued to scream and strain against her bindings,
her body thrashing and convulsing at each new outrage of her body. Her
wrists and ankles had rubbed raw with her struggles and blood oozed from them.
Tashya's torso heaved and shook as she gasped in agony, twisting and straining
to get loose. Her screams rose in crescendo till some of the acolytes
clamped their hands over their ears. Konrad merely licked the
spittle drooling from his lips and rubbed his hands together.
"Can't you do any better Gurd? She doesn't seem to be screaming with
much enthusiasm."
"I have many things still to treat her to your Grace."
Gurd took more needles, thrusting them through the fleshy parts of her thighs,
through her knee joints, separating the knee cap from the joint. He even
forced the glowing needles through her feet piercing the instep and exiting the
sole.
He hefted two contraptions from the cart. They consisted of four iron
hooks joined together at the top by a ring. As the ring was pulled
the points of the hooks drew together like grappling hooks. He thrust the
hook ends into the brazier.
To Be Continued...........
