The guards who had brought Elisabeth to the torture chamber have been
dismissed
The guards who had brought
Elisabeth to the torture chamber have been dismissed.
Konrad's version of the strappado was a bit different from that employed by
other practitioners.
The Inquisitor was assisted during the interrogations by several acolytes...They
sprang to do his bidding. The iron shackles were removed from Elisabeth's
wrists and ankles. Her arms were drawn behind her and hands placed palm
to palm, then her wrists were strapped together, the leather being drawn
tightly. Then another strap was placed about her upper arms, just above
the elbow. They too were pulled tightly bit by bit till her elbows
touched.
She was lifted to her knees. A triangular bar some six feet in
length with rings forged into each end was placed up under her armpits. Her
arms were then pulled down.
Another six foot bar was placed in the crook behind her knees. Her knees were
then spread and strapped up so her ankles, already strapped together, were
tightened against the underside of her thighs.
A short chain was clipped to rings in her wrist manacles. The other end
was clipped to rings in the ankle straps. This forced her to arch her
back, thrusting her very ample breasts enticingly
forward as though offering them.
Chains hanging from the ceiling were lowered and hooked to the ends of the bar
under her arms.
Two of the acolytes hauled down on the chains opposite ends which hung near the
wall.
As her weight was transferred to the bar under her arms she was lifted upright
and then clear of the stone floor...
The sharp edges of the triangular bar bit into her underarms. As more and
more of her weight has taken by it she felt as though
it was cutting her arms from her body.
The pain was agonizing.
Ohhh! Stop!! It hurts!! You must stop!!!!
They continued to raise her until she was about the height she would be if
standing.
Chains were attached from the ends of the bar behind her knees to heavy rings
imbedded in the floor so she would not turn.
You are charged with witchcraft Elisabeth. What do you have to say?
I am innocent your grace. I am not a witch!
There are people who say they have witnessed you casting spells and chanting
incantations.
They are lies your grace....I'm no witch!
Confess your sins child! It will go much easier for you if you do.
I cannot confess to an untruth! I am Not a Witch!
Very well then. Call the Dungeon Master!
One of the acolytes scurries off through the door.
Mere moments later an apparition crowds through the opening.A giant of a man.Fully seven
feet tall, his arms and legs bulging with muscles. His legs
like tree trunks, his arms as big round as poor Elisabeth's slim waist.
On his face an evil leer. He looks at the trussed Elisabeth. His lips
curl in a slavering smile. Your grace called?
Yes Durn. We have a reticent subject for you. She is a witch but
sees fit to deny it..See if you can change her point
of view.
Durn looks again at Elisabeth...He nods his large round head. A pleasure
your grace and a large smile spreads across his face.
He strides to Elisabeth. She cringes and tries to shrink away.
Durn devours her lovely spread body. He reaches out and cups a firm round
mammary and squeezes ... Yes..Very nice. These will
dance very prettily. Then running his huge hands over
her torso and legs, smirking. Yes,,,
very nice indeed.
He turns and strides to the wall where a large array of whips and flogs
hang. He selects a horse whip with but a single tail, some 4 feet
long. Turning back to Elisabeth he swishes it in the air.
Shhwoosh! Shhwoosh!..
Stretch her!
The acolytes pull down on the chains and she is raised up till the lower chains
pull taut. Then they haul even more so Elisabeth is stretched
tightly.
Last chance to confess witch!
I'm no witch! You must believe me!
The inquisitor nods to Durn..proceed.!
Durn draws back his arm. the whip trails in the
stone floor, Then swinging the whip with all his strength ...
Ssssshhhhhwooooshh! Slaaashhhhh!
UUUUUUUUhhhhhhhhhhhhooooo!!
Sslaaash...crraaaack!!!
Sslaaaash..Crraaaack!!!!
Again and again the whip slashes into Elisabeth's body..
Across her belly. Crraaacckk!
Her inner thighs..Crraaackkkk!
Oh God..noooo......
Crraaacckkkk!!!...Crraackkk!!!!
Elisabeth is in torment...never has she experienced such pain!!!!
OOOOOOOOOOoooooooo
Durn moves a bit and adjusts his stance. Then CCRRRAAAACCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
Fully across her magnificent breasts...
EEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
Again across her mammary globes..... CRRAACCKKKK!!!!
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!
Again...this time full across the turgid points of her
nipples....CCRRAAACCKKKK!!!!
On and on he whips her front.. Her breasts, her thighs, her most vulnerable
cleft.....
She screams..and screams.. the
sounds of a body in horrific torment...
30-40-50 times he lashes her... On and on... Fully 30
minutes the lash falls. Her body is covered with welts and red slashes
where the cruel whip has fallen.
Torture sweat covers her. It runs from her body and drips to the stone
beneath her.
Darn takes the whip and hangs it on its hook...
He moves to an odd looking device hanging nearby. It is two iron
bands each forming a ring some 8 inches in diameter. The two large rings are
joined together by a short strap. Longer
straps hang, one from each of the rings with clasps on the ends so they may be
fastened together. Another strap extends from the top one ring to top of
the other to form a loop. It looks for all the
world like what in much later times will be called a brassiere.
The two large rings are made so they may be made larger or smaller in
diameter. What looks even stranger is that on each one. three iron legs stick out forming a pyramid like
apparatus. Running thru the apex is a threaded rod, a handle to
turn it on the outer end and on the inner side a pair of wicked looking clamps..
He places the device over her breasts so each one is encircled by a circular
clamp. Reaching in he pulls first one and the
other breast fully through each ring.
He then turns a screw clamp on the side of
the ring. It closes the ring gripping her breast tighter and tighter
until each breast bulges forth like a ripe grapefruit, gradually turning pink
then blue and finally a deep purple as the circulation is cut off.
Her nipples poke out like stones,stiff and hard.
Now he turns the handle on the large screw like rod running through the steeple
like frame over her breasts until the clamps on the inner ends are lose enough
so he is able to slip the jaws over the nipple.
Then he tightens the jaws of the lamp on her nipple...Tight,,
tighter..tighter till she winches and gasps her
protestations.
OWWWWWww! Stop!...UUUUUUUUUUUUHhhhhh!!!
Now it is ready.. Reversing the direction of turning
the central screw the clamp is pulled back..
Stretching her nipple.....A little on this side..A
little on that..Soon her nipples are drawn out so her
breasts are stretched to a point.
OOOOHHHHHh!!!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!
Continuing to turn the screw..her breast stretches and
stretches..
AAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!
Each turn of the screw no pulls at her nipple...
The pain lances through her breasts as if torn by a hot brand...Elisabeth
screams her anguish..and screams again and again as
the torturer turns the devilish device.
The fiendish clamps tear at her nipples....surely they
must tear from her swollen purple breasts...
Elisabeth's screams reverberate from the walls. The
screams of one suffering the tortures of hell. She
screams.......and screams.
The torture master looks to the acolytes and nods, they pull on the chains
suspending her again stretching her ever more...the bar under her armpits
tearing at her arms.
Elisabeth thrashes her head from side to side, her mouth open wide in a
piercing scream...
Durn orders one of the acolytes to bring over the brazier filled with red
glowing coals.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!! You can't...
NOOOOO!!!
The torture master merely looks into her eyes and smiling...nods his head
YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
