The sadistic fiend made a careful, calculated choice.
He returned to stand in front of a creature, hanging in agony, as she screamed
her torment.
Gurd leered at the pitiful, tortured girl, and tapped the slender cane in his
palm.
Collette's eyes widened and bulged in unfathomable terror. Surely, not
even this sub-human animal could contemplate using that fearsome instrument of
torture on her already tormented body. Collette knew the power and
penetrating pain of the cane. She had been caught misbehaving at the
convent school as a child.. The sister had
administered just 5 blows of a cane on her bare buttocks. The pain had
been beyond imagination, and now here she was in the torture chamber of the
infamous Konrad. Strung up, suspended by her breasts,
and the malevolent monster torturing her was about to use a cane on her
tortured breasts.
Collette wailed and begged, she pleaded with the hulk of a man, greedily
devouring her swollen, purple globes.
Gurd nodded and said"Yes my sweet, I am going to thrash those delightful
melons until you confess."
"NOOO you can't. I am innocent. I am not a witch! You
must believe me."
"I'll believe you when you confess to being a whore of the devil, you
witch! Now feel the bite of the cane on those fleshy globes you so
willingly offer to that demon."
Gurd slashed out with the terrible weapon. Bringing it
up from down low to cut the underside of her purple swollen breasts.
SSWWWAAACCCKKKK!!!
SWWWWAAAACCKKK!!!!
SSSWWWWAAACCCKKKKK!!!!
Each lash of the cane cutting into the already tormented flesh of Collette's
tightly bound breasts.
She screamed and thrashed against the vicious beating, the muscles of her torso
convulsing and straining in abject agony
Gurd lashed her full across her nipples, splitting one and delighting in her
inhuman howls of agony as blood oozed from the terrible wound. He
continued bludgeoning her tumescent mounds, livid scarlet welts swelling in the
wake of each slash.
Collette writhed and twisted as he kept up the ghastly thrashing. The
cords in her neck stood out in sharp relief, her head, tilted back, lips drawn
back from her teeth, as shriek after shriek of terrible agony burst
forth. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, to scream and scream
again. Her entire body shook and convulsed in unremitting agony. If
only she could die and end this maniacal torment. She was denied that
release as Gurd cane whipped her for more than 20 minutes.
Konrad was leaning forward in his chair, eyes alight
at this expert display of savage torture, fairly slavering in delight. Such a magnificent specimen. Oh how he hoped she would
continue to deny her witchery.
After a particularly ferocious blow of the cane, Collette convulsed and hung
limp in unconsciousness.
"She has fainted Your Grace."
"Revive her! We must continue with her interrogation and extract the
truth, by any means necessary."
"A pleasure Your Grace."
Gurd gestured to one of the acolytes who flung a pail of icy water over the
insensible Collette.
Gurd had her lowered to the floor and Collette collapsed, moaning and sobbing
on the stone. He unbound her arms and breasts, as she wept in relief of
the pressure of the cruel ropes. As the blood rushed back into her
large globes the pain was worse than when bound and she doubled over, clutching
her lacerated mounds and screaming as when she was being beaten, rolling on the
cold wet stones.
Gurd reached down , and grabbing hold of an arm,
drug her to another apparatus of torture, a huge wooden wheel some two feet
wide and eight feet in diameter. Holding her upright with one arm he strapped a
cuff around a wrist. As she hung by one arm he stretched the other over
her head and strapped it beside the first. He nodded to an acolyte who
then turned a large crank on the side of the wheel rotating it. As it
turned Collette was raised up till she stood on her toes. She hung, her stretched
arms supporting her.
"CONFESS! Confess your pact with the unholy forces of hell.
Confess and this will end."
"I have nothing to confess! I am not a witch and nothing you will do
can change that!"
"Continue torture master. Show this harlot the error of her
ways."
As the wheel turned a ratchet kept it from turning back. The acolyte
turned the crank and a few more notches clacked into place, lifting Collette
until her entire body was suspended from her arms.
"Ahhh ohhhh!"
Heavy leather cuffs were fastened about her ankles, from which short chains
dangled. These chains were in turn hooked to two stout rings imbedded in the
stone floor.
Gurd himself grasped the handle of the crank and turned it. As the wheel
rotated the slack in the chains tightened, as they tightened they pulled on
Collette's stretched body.
"Now my recalcitrant doxy. Tell us the
truth! CONFESS!
"Please! I am innocent! This is a mistake! I am no
witch! Please!"
A smiling Konrad waved a hand to the fiend leaning on the crank.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
"Uhhhhhhh!! Ohhhh! STOP!"
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
Collette groaned and pulled against the straps biting into her wrists and
ankles.
They continued tightening.
CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!
"OOOOOWWWWWWAAAAAHHHH! STOP!!!
Collette twisted and strained against the cruel leather, the tendons in her
arms and legs standing out in sharp relief. Her muscles trembled and
shook. The infernal machine was doing it's
work. Her limbs were being torn from her body. A lancing pain shot up one
arm, her shoulder joint screaming in pain. A terrible scream hurtled from
her lips as the machine tore at her.
Collette's head thrashed from side to side. She howled in agony as the
wheel turned. Each click dragging her feet a
millimeter further from her wrists.
With a wet squishy click a shoulder slid from it's
socket. A moment later the other followed.
Collette ceased screaming long enough to shout, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Very well torture master, leave her hang and we will talk with the
miscreant we were questioning earlier."
"NO! NOOOOO! You can't leave me this
way."
"Ah but we can you misguided harlot. And we WILL!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!"
Poor Ilse, left in the embrace of the water torture's framework had witnessed
the monstrous torture of the unfortunate Collette. The barbaric torture
she was forced to hear and watch turned her stomach, even as she remained bound
for further torment.
When Gurd left Collette and Konrad ordered him to return to Ilse, her blood
froze in her veins and her frail body trembled in terror.
