Introduction
This is my second story submitted. If you have
read any of the first story you know I am not skilled
in writing. I write what I enjoy. If you need fine grammar and
perfect error free spelling, do not bother making yourself miserable by reading
on.
The Inquisition was instituted by papal order in 1134 and lasted thru several
individual Inquisitions until 1834. The Medieval, Spanish, Portuguese to name a few...The Spanish Inquisition is the
most famous and was instituted by Ferdinand and Isabella in 1478.
Torquemada was the first, and probably the most famous or infamous, Grand
Inquisitor of the Spanish Inquisition.
The original stated purpose of the papal order was to stop heresy. As a
more or less natural progression it grew to include other transgressions
against the church such as witchcraft, herbal healings and such.
The story takes place sometime during the 700 years of this Inquisition.
MF/mf, cbt, modification, S/M, gothic, historical, real, torture, nc, Extreme,
Heavy, violent
Part 1
In the early 13th Century the pope in Rome appointed Konrad Von Marburg as
Grand Inquisitor of Germany. Konrad was an unjust,unfair
man who believed all accused were guilty unless proven innocent...
possibly. He was a big burly man of over six feet, weighing more than 300
pounds. His continence was forbidding and grim. He was never,,
Ever wrong. His interrogations were notorious for their cruelty and
sadism.
Elisabeth of Landsborg, hands shackled in front of her, was led into the
chamber. She was a strikingly beautiful young woman of 19 years..Of average height she was wonderfully endowed with a
beautiful body of statuesque proportions. She had typically Teutonic long
blonde hair, her breasts were considerably larger than average, ,a fine slim waist and lovely long legs. She
stood accused of witchery and conjuring...Both charges false. She had been
accused by a jealous woman who thought Elisabeth had lured her paramour away
from her. The fact that the charges were untrue had no bearing on her being
here in Conrad's court. She was accused..therefore
guilty.. Accusation was sufficient. Evidence was not needed.
You stand accused of witchcraft and conjuring! What say you?
I am not guilty of either charge your grace. I am innocent!
We shall decide that! Confess and I will be inclined to be more
lenient. Refuse and you will suffer the consequences.
I am innocent! I'm no witch!!
Return her to her cell for a few days. Maybe time to think on her crimes will alter her views a bit.
Two huge,filthy guards dragged her from the chamber
and took her to her cell.
The cell was possibly 15 feet square, stone with a high roof. They strip
her clothing from her , Leering at her
voluptuous naked body. They lower a rope from the roof and attach a hook
on its end to the chain between her shackled wrists. The rope runs over a
pulley in the roof and down to one wall. One guard goes to the rope and
hauls down on it. Her hands and arms are pulled up...up
..up till she stands on her toes.
What are you doing? Stop!
They heave harder on the rope and Elisabeth rises from the floor to hang in mid
air, her feet some 12 inches above the stone.
Stop! Stop! What are you doing? Let me
down! Let me down!!!
Have a nice day sweetheart! With that they leave. The heavy door
slams shut ,the key turning in the lock.
Wait! Come back! Let me down! Help! Let me
dowwwn!
The shackles dig into her wrists... her arms straining with her weight.
Help! Please! Let me
down! Ohhhh!!
And so Elisabeth hung. Minutes dragged by as hours. Hours
passed as eternities. Her arms felt they would be torn from their
sockets. the pain horrendous, searing from
wrists to elbow to shoulder, never ending..only
increasing in severity.
Oh God! Please! PLEASE!!! Let me
down!!
She pleaded.begged.. no one
answered. Only the tearing wrenching pain of her hanging kept her
company.
12 hours went by. She drifted in and out of blackness,
only to awaken to the horrible pain,growing..growing with each passing minute..
A day passed. Her bladder released her urine and it ran down her legs to
splash to the stone floor and trickle to a trough along one wall.
Another day passed. She whimpered and begged. No food. No water.
Oh God! Please stop! Let me down! Pleaseeee! Let
me dowwnnn!
Elisabeth has been hanging 3 days now. She has periods of lucidness but mainly
drifts in and out of blackness....
Then. The key in the lock.the door bangs open. It is the same
filthy guards.
Feeling nice and refreshed after your nice relaxing stretch are we? They
lower her.Her feet touch the floor for the first time in three days. She
collapses in a heap.
Come along now. Can't have you lounging about... you have some questions
to answer. He picks her up and slumps her across his shoulder and heads out of
the cell and down the passageway. Thru doors,down
steps, more doors, more passages.
Finally they are at Konrads courtroom again. Still naked she is flung to
the floor in front of the Inquisitor.
Well now have we decided to cooperate?
Will you now confess to being a witch?
Elisabeth looks up at Konrad. She speaks barely audibly..
I have nothing to confess your grace.
Enough of this coddling!! Take her and prepare
her for the question.!
The guards lift and drag Elisabeth thru a door in the side of the
chamber...Into another chamber....the Torture Chamber...
They show her the instruments of torture they will use on her. The
rack, the hells chair, stocks, the Spanish pony,
Judas cradle, the wheel, the frame to hold her while the water torture is
administered.
Poor Elisabeth is aghast..trys feebly to draw back. her eyes wide in terror!
Konrad, the inquisitor enters. Prepare her for the strappado!
