Gurd continues to thrash Ilse's tortured breasts. Lashing them repeatedly
with the vile bamboo cane. Each blow leaves a livid red welt across
her horribly tormented globes
Gurd turns back to the brazier and withdraws a shimmering, white hot rod with a
spoon shaped end. Ilse's eyes bulge nearly from their sockets as he
approaches.
"For the love of God! NOOOOOOOOOO! "
"I should have him burn out your tongue for that" says
Konrad. "Brand her torture master, burn her till she
confesses!"
Gurd, a look of diabolical pleasure on his face, reaches out the glowing iron
and touches it to Ilse's labia, already spread open by her splayed legs.
Ilse screams and twists, trying to avoid the searing brand as it forces it's
way between the lips of her vagina, spitting and sizzling!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT!!!
Her screams echo and reecho from the stone walls of the torture chamber.
The skewer tearing at her bleeding breasts, the spikes in her nipples dancing
wildly.
Gurd withdraws the iron from her seared sex and slides it up over her
convulsing stomach.
Ilse passes into blackness and hangs slack in her cruel cage, her body
twitching and trembling even in unconsciousness.
"She has fainted your grace."
"Leave her hang then till she revives. Then continue."
Ilse hangs, her weight suspended by her neck and the evil skewer through her
breasts. The barbarous needles protrude from her nipples, shaking as she
gasps for breath.
A bucket of filthy icy water is thrown over Ilse and she shudders awake, her
eyes dart to and fro as she returns to the reality of her torture.
"End this my child. Confess your pact with Satan and be saved
further questioning!"
"I'll never confess to the abominations you accuse me of! If anyone
is in league with that evil demon it is you! You who derive pleasure from
the torment of innocents like me!"
"Torture Master continue the cleansing of this blasphemous
whore! I WILL have the truth! Continue!"
"A pleasure Your Grace."
Ilse stared in wide eyed horror as the fiendish torturer reached again to the
brazier. He pulled from the coals a rod whose end had been beaten
to a flatened scoop. It shimmered white hot as he tapped it on the side
of the brazier. Then leering evilly he stepped in front of Ilse and
stared with undisguised relish and extended the glowing brand toward her.
His pleasure filled eyes fastened upon Ilse's tormented breasts. To her
surprise he did not touch the malevolent device to her flesh. He merely
cradled the shaft of the needle sticking from her breast. His
intent almost immediately became evident as the needle began to
heat. It soon transferred it's intense heat to the needle impaling
her tortured breast. Itsoon took on the dull red glow and then the bright
orange of the iron. Her flesh sizzled and bubbled, a wisp of smoke
rising from her tortured nub. Ilse screamed and writhed as her breast
flesh was roasted, the smell of roasted human flesh filled the chamber. Ilse
shrieked in excruciating agony as her breast was seared to the core.
Gurd chuckled and licked his lips while burning Ilse's mammary. He
returned the instrument to the brazier and withdrew another just like it.
Ilse's eyes bulged from their sockets and she tried to draw away as Gurd
brought the brand to her other tit.
"NNNOOOOO!!! NNNOOOOO!!!!! Have
mercy! NNOOOOO!!!! I beg you!!!!
MERCY!!!'
Gurd cupped the needle in the glowing iron and smirked in glee as the second
needle heated and Ilse's flesh sizzled.
Ilse struggled and shook as the unimaginable agony engulfed her.
Screaming and screaming as Gurd tortured her quaking body.
"Enough of this! Maybe a bit of water will cool her down a
bit."
Gurd nodded and lowered the chain pulling her breasts upward. As her body
relaxed ever so slightly Ilse shook and quivered, her weight now suspended by
the insidious iron collar. Gurd removed the rings from the skewer through
Ilse's breasts. He then commenced twisting and pulling the long slender
rod from her breasts. It had crusted over in the time it was
imbedded in her flesh and it tore as he twisted and pulled it from her breasts.
Ilse howled in agony as Gurd took great joy in inflicting maximum pain
while removing the evil spear. Then it was the turn of the needles and he
inflicted yet more agony on those tortured globes, twisting and wrigling them
back and forth as he withdrew them.
The diabolical iron corset came next. As Gurd loosened the thumb screws
and then pried the sections from her body, strips of skin clung to the iron
bands leaving paths of raw weeping flesh.
"Oh God stop! Please stop! I'm NOT a witch! Please
you must believe me! Pleasee no more! Have mercy!
Stoppp!"
"You are possessed of the devil you harlot of Satan. Confess and we
will stop. Otherwise we must cleanse your soul of the dastardly presence
of this fiend"
"But I am innocent! I am not a witch! I have no contact
with the devil! Please! Don't hurt me anymore.! I beg
you! PLEASE!!"
"A common lie by you servants of hell! Proceed."
By now Gurd has released Ilse from her bindings and is dragging her to a
strange framework to one side. He roughly thrusts her upon it and starts
binding her.
It is an open frame of heavy timbers. Some two feet wide and six feet
long, it stands on legs of waist height. At the top end the cross member
extends well beyond the width of the rest of the frame. There are numerous
rings and shackles along the sides, ends and the legs. At the midpoint
there is a raised block of wood. Gurd sits her upon this block, then
forces her onto her back, pulling her arms out along the top cross member so
that her arms are stretched out to her side. Her legs are pulled to the
bottom and curled over the end of the device to hang down and subsequently
strapped to the legs of the frame. A heavy leather strap goes over her
hips holding her to the raised block. Her head is placed between two
wooden slabs and the slabs are forced against the sides of her head and secured
with an iron bracket. She is unable to move her head in any
direction. Another leather strap is fastened over her upper body, above
her mutilated breasts, to hold her immobile.
When finished Ilse is spread in a horizontal crucifixion pose. She is arched
like a bow. Her middle raised up and her legs and upper body pulled
down.
Stout cords are tied about her arms, they are wound around her upper arms, then
in open crisscross fashion to the elbow and again wound around the arm.
The same is done to her thighs. A couple of turns around at the top
of her thigh, then the crisscross pattern to just above the knee and a couple
turns around the leg and tied off. Their use will be explained as the
torture progresses.
A leather helmet is placed over her face and buckled tight. It covers her
neck and lower face. Her eyes are left uncovered as well as her mouth by
this device. It covers her nose and plugs fit into her nostrils
forcing her to breathe through her mouth
A metal brank is fit into her mouth forcing it to remain wide open, then
a large funnel is inserted into her mouth, shaped so it mates and seals with
the mask.
Now she must breathe through the funnel.
"I ask you once again. Confess your contract with that Prince of
Darkness and save your soul from eternal damnation!"
Ilse, frantic in terror shakes her head NO!
She tries to proclaim her innocence but the infernal contraption on her face
precludes her from speaking.
Konrad nods to Gurd and he in turn motions some acolytes over to assist.
It takes several assistants to administer the Water Torture. One must
hold the funnel in the Ilse's mouth steady while another pours water from a
large pitcher into it. Ilse has no choice. She must swallow the
tremendous amounts of water or suffocate. She tries to hold her breath
but sooner or later she must breathe. When she attempts this the water
flows down into her stomach. She is allowed respite to gasp in more air as the
pitcher is refilled, then more water is poured into the funnel. This is
repeated over and over. Soon her belly swells with the bloated
contents of their stomach. More and more water is forced into the
franticly struggling Ilse. Her belly swells and swells till she appears
as though pregnant.
While the chief torturer administers this, his assistants, two on either side,
make use of the cords on upper arms and thighs Stout sticks are inserted
between the crisscrossed cords and then twisted. The cords tighten
as the sticks are twisted, cutting into the Ilse's limbs. Tighter and tighter
they are twisted. The cords disappear into the Ilse's flesh and the twin
tortures of the water being forced into her and the cords slicing into her limbs
intensifies.
Ilse is thrashing and struggling. Muted screams emerge from the funnel as
the diabolical torture continues. When it is apparent she cannot ingest
more water, her belly swollen to grotesque proportions, her arms and legs
shaking and jerking, Gurd ceases pouring water into the funnel.
He reaches to the end of the rack and picks up a cudgel. An
acolyte does likewise and they move to her side next to her abdomen.
At a nod from Gurd he raises the cudgel and brings it down on Ilse's bulging
stomach. A shriek that made the skin crawl issues from the mouth of the
funnel. The acolyte quickly follows Gurd's blow with his own. Again
a scream of such magnitude that the hair stood on the arms of those torturing
her. Gurd again lambasted Ilse's poor distended belly. This time
along with her shriek came water. Again and again the two beat
Ilse. With each blow a gush of water from within her and shrieks of
agony. The acolytes twisting the cords about her limbs loosen them
and fresh blood rushes into the muscles long deprived of it. The pain
exceedes that inflicted by the biting cords. Ilse thrashed and
struggled against her bounds, straining and quaking.
At last the beating of her abdomen produced merely her screams. The water
she had ingested had been expelled.
Her torment was not at an end.
Gurd laid aside his cudgel and went back to her head. He glared
down at Ilse's frantic terror filled eyes and raised the monstrous pitcher
again.. Ilse tried to struggle but it was futile. He
poured the pitcher of water into the funnel and Ilse's eyes bulged, flitting
back and forth. She strained to move her head but the wooden slats held
it firm, the water flooded into her mouth. Unable to hold her breath any longer
she gasped and it gushed down her throat. As he refilled the pitcher Ilse
screamed through the funnel, gasping for air. Then the demonic water
filled her mouth again and in spite of herself she had to ingest it. The
acolytes had again twisted the cords and they bit into her arms and legs with
renewed ferocity.
Gurd continued until she again was unable to take anymore water. He
then repeated the battering of her abdomen forcing her to expel the ingested
water.
This was repeated several more times until Ilse suddenly went
slack. She had once again fainted.
"She's gone again Your Grace."
"Very well. Let us suspend the interrogation then. We can resume at
another time. We DO have other subjects to amuse us do we not?"
"Oh yes Your grace. There is always an ample supply of witches
and heretics available."
"Good,,Good. See if you can't find another one as well endowed as
this one. With a good voice too. Such delightful music she has been
providing us."
