Inquisition

PART 27


The Countess continues smashing Rolfs balls, pulled down as they are by the terrible weights.  She lays the paddles aside and picks up a handful of long sharp needles.  His testicles hang low, stretched beyond imagination by the weights hanging from the rawhide noose around his scrotum.  The skin covering them is tight and shiny, the eggs inside the sack  ready to burst forth.  The Countess pulls the sack forward lifting the tender globes.  She carefully places the point of a needle and pricks the skin between the trapped orbs.  Rolf gasps and shrinks away as best he can.  Very slowly and carefully she pierces the skin of his scrotum, threading the needle between the twin eggs.

The pain is mind-bending, Rolf shrieks in agony as  blood spurts around the shaft of the needles from the myriad of capillaries in the tender sack.... He howls in pain as his most tender parts are skewered.   The Countess very meticulously threads two more of the needles between his bruised and swelling nuts. His testicles are aflame as the Countess sadistically belabors the delicate orbs.  Rolf is twisting and gasping, terrible shrieks emanating from him with each short breath.  His body arches up as he strains in agony against the straps holding him in their fierce clutches..  She drops the ravaged and bleeding sack.

The Countess turns her attention to the large tumescent tool standing stiff and tall from his groin.  It is indeed impressive,  all of 10 inches long, and with the thong tightly tied around the base it throbs and jerks, the surface knarled with pulsing veins. She clasps her thumb and forefinger tightly about the base and slowly slides it up towards the shining mauve head.  She pauses just below the knob and slowly slides it down again.  Copious amounts of juice flow from the knob lubricating her fingers.  Up and down her hand slowly glides.  She bends her head closer to the summit of his manhood, her tongue slithering from her mouth flutters around the rim, flicking at the bundle of nerves on the underside.  Rolf moans and shivers as her lips close over the head and sucks gently.  She releases the fingers tightly ringed around the shaft and grasps it in her fist, resuming the slow titillation of the throbbing, pulsing organ, her fist manipulating and squeezing the meaty column. Slowly and tantalizingly she slides her hand up and down the turgid member.  In spite of the towering pain she is getting  through to him and he begins  squirming and gasping, he begs her to stop, she is teasing him toward the pinnacle of release.  It takes time but he is soon writhing in lust. Just as he is about to convulse and spurt his seed from the tip of his tool she stops, leaving the hard pole of his member jerking and twitching.  She pulls down on his balls, wriggling the needles impaling the sack.  It quickly brings him back to reality and he quivers against the bindings holding him.  As soon as he has settled down the Countess takes his tool in her hand once more, teasingly sliding her soft slippery palm up and down, taunting, teasing.   Sucking the knob into her lips once more she takes it into her mouth and bobbing her head laves it with her tongue, sucking.  The teasing fingers and her voracious mouth soon have him again writhing and humping his groin to her tormenting mouth and hands....  Rolf is whining and shuddering as the Countess teases and taunts him, bringing him yet  again to the peak of orgasm only to deny him again.  Even if she had continued he could not expel his  man juice, the thong has closed the tubes and vessels inside his penis, blood is able to flow in since those vessels are deep within the shaft, but the ones allowing it to exit are pinched off.  The ducts to carry the semen up and out of the shaft are pinched off too, if he is allowed to cum it will run into an impassable blockage.  As the countess resumes the sensual teasing of his phallus he pleads for release.  She brings him again and again to the brink of spending only to be denied.  The Countess is a master practitioner of the sensual art of titillating the male apparatus.   She plays with Rolf for most of the afternoon and into the evening.  Rolf is babbling and pleading as he writhes in the insidious tease and denial, she is driving him insane.  Still it goes on and on.  He wails and whimpers as she brings him once more to the brink only to stop her ministrations, he is convulsing and shaking, the head of his penis has swollen nearly twice it's normal size.  Rolf is sweating profusely and tenses and struggles against the straps.  Finally after nearly 7 hours of tease and denial the Countess allows him to completely relax for some time.  He is not being teased and stimulated.  She takes a sharp blade and places it at the base of his rock hard member.  Rolf stares in unbelieving horror, she is going to cut off that most prized possession. 

"NOOOOO!!!  not that!!!!!"

"Oh shush up you wimp!!"

The Countess slides the blade under the leather thong and with a deft twist severs the band.  Rolf's monumental tool, bound so savagely for so long convulses and a stream of pent up fluids, gushes from the slit in the head.  He is not ejaculating, it is the pent up juices that normally flow thru the urethra as the male member is stimulated, but had been cut off for so long. While  it is a relief to relieve the pressure, it is a very long way from an orgasm  which he so desperately desires.   His beaten and abused balls convulse and try to expel their load to no avail.  He has one very monumental case of blue balls.  They are nearly the size of lemons and the pain is excruciating.

Rolf shudders and shakes, flipping his pelvis forward, attempting to hurl himself over the precipice and ejaculate, to no avail.  His belly convulses and quivers in vain, he is unable to cum and his viciously skewered nuts bounce and swing back and forth. Cries of frustration and denial bubble from his lips. His chest heaves as he sucks in vast lungs-full of air. He continues shuddering quaking for some minutes as he tenses in unfulfilled release. Sweat pours from his quivering body. 

The Countess moves away from Rolf and watches his futile efforts. As the results of his prolonged teasing subside, she kneels once again between his thighs.  She slowly but deftly removes the needles from his ball sack...... Blood dribbles from the wounds, puddling on the stones below.  The countess wraps her fingers around the still tumescent organ and pulls his foreskin down tightly, the shaft shines and glistens  With a long fingernail she traces the pulsing veins up and down the thick column.  Tickling under the shiny knob and into the open slit.  The knarled shaft is slick with his juices and it provides generous lubrication for her fingers as they lightly play over it.  This play quickly produces what she aims for, his huge penis is hard and erect, jerking and throbbing at it's pinnacle of turgid rigidity.  She once again takes a leather thong and loops it extremely tight around the base.  Once satisfied with it's tightness she begins to wrap it around and around the stiff member.  She keeps wrapping it tightly, working her way gradually upwards till the only part not wrapped is the glans.  The tight binding has squeezed the shaft to iron hardness and forced even more blood into the already shinning head.  It has swollen at least twice it's normal size and has turned a deep purple.. The Countess then takes another thong and ties and wraps his scrotum in like fashion  When completed the shaft is hard as a iron bar.  The head almost black from congested blood and swollen as big as a large plum.  His testicles likewise have turned dark purple, the skin stretched tight and shiny, swollen the size of oranges.

The countess smiles at Rolf and asks if he is comfortable.  He groans and begs her to release his genitals, they throb and are becoming numb.

"Numb you say?  Well I'll have to do something about that."

She retrieves the paddle she had used earlier, holding it before his face...  His eyes widen and he shakes his head.

"NO,, for GOD's sake .......   NOOOOO!!!"

The Countess nods her head, and swings her arm down smashing the flat of the paddle full against his exposed testicles. 

SMACK!

GGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

SMACK!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

SMACK!!

The Countess belabors the tender orbs for ten minutes.  Rolf is unable to even scream anymore, the pain has drawn the air from his lungs to the extent he nearly looses consciousness.  His body shrinks back in futile attempts to escape the horrendous bludgeoning of his balls.

Finally she ceases the savage beating. Rolf is wheezing and his chest heaves as he pants, sucking in barely enough oxygen to sustain himself as he tries to deal with the incredible waves of pain radiating from his viciously abused parts

"Have I gotten your attention yet you minion of Satan? You know if I just leave you like this, with your precious jewels bound that way, with all circulation cut off, they will shrivel and drop off.  I'm going to leave you now so you can contemplate that while we see if your disciples have had a change of heart regarding their own  witchcraft."

Konrad has looked on approvingly as the Countess tortured Rolf.  He motions to Gurd to take over and work on Tashya. Gurd takes Tashya down from the iron grating and manhandles her to a contraption on a raised framework....  It's base is a wooden platform with iron columns at the sides. A wooden pillory rests at the top of the columns which pass through it, so that it may be raised or lowered.  He lifts Tashya  onto the platform and forces her to squat down, her bottom just above the surface.  Her ankles are spread to the side, the iron cuffs around them chained to the  bottoms of the columns.  An iron band is placed around her waist and cinched tight, her flesh bulging out above and below it. Chains extend from it to the iron posts.  The pillory is then fitted around her neck and the cuffs on her wrists chained to the side posts just below the pillory.  An iron  ring gag is forced into her mouth behind her teeth, the straps buckled in back. 

Through a hole in the platform sticks a polished wooden rod.  It is threaded where it passes through the platform and a small wheel around it can be turned making the rod rise up.  Gurd turns the wheel and the rod slowly rises between Tashya's thighs until it touches against the lips of her sexual parts.  With a bit of assistance from the Countess the polished end is guided into her.

The gag is removed as Konrad speaks to Tashya.

"You can save yourself much pain and suffering, confess!"

"I have nothing to confess!"

"You are a witch and a slave of Satan! Confess your sins and save your soul.  You see what we have done with your guru who teaches you how to use the powers of that villain of the underworld you worship."

"I am not a witch! Nothing you do or say can change that! I am innocent!"

"You ARE a witch and a liar.  Confess or we must cleanse you of this abomination. 

"I am innocent!  Please!  Let me go! I am innocent!"

Conrad looks away in disgust and waves  his hand bidding Gurd to proceed.

Gurd returns the iron ring to her mouth.  He turns the wheel and the impaling rod rises into Tashya.  It spreads the lips of her pussy, penetrating her most private part. .  It nudges her cervix and pushes inside.  Tashya tries to rise by straightening her legs but the chains on her ankles and the pillory pressing down on her shoulders prevent it. A cry of pain comes from her mouth.  She tries to speak but all that emerges is unintelligible babble.  Tashya strains upward, her shoulders pressing against the wood of the pillory.  She struggles against the chains holding her wrists in an attempt to push up on the pillory but it is useless, she is helpless. 

The Countess brings another instrument to Gurd. A pair of  flat wooden slats, two feet long and six inches wide.  They are joined at the  ends by threaded iron rods.  Turning levers on top of the upper slat brings then closer together, a breast press. He places it against her chest, one slat above her large breasts, the other below  He spins the levers and they are brought closer together pressing her mounds between them.   The Countess assists by pulling forward on her breasts so they bulge further forward.  Gurd continues tightening the screws, flattening the large mounds. They bulge out, the nipples pointing straight ahead, growing larger and stiffer.  It is  tight enough now that Tashya moans in pain.  Gurd continues turning the levers.  Tashya's breasts flatten more and bulge forth like paste from a tube, the nipples now swollen twice their normal size.  Gurd takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting.   Tashya wails in pain as he abuses first one then the other.  He tightens the screws more and the heavy mounds are squeezed and crushed, turning blue, then purple.

Tashya twists her head from side to side in anguish as her breasts are slowly smashed between the merciless jaws of the press. Gurd goes to the cart on  which the tools of his trade are piled.  He returns with a small brush, the end imbedded with stiff hog bristles.  He slides the smooth  back side across a nipple.   Tashya stares down with bulging, terror filled eyes.  Gurd turns the brush over and lightly brushes the bristles over the swollen nub.  Her eyes widen further and an inhuman shriek bursts from her mouth.  Smiling in satisfaction Gurd drags the bristles back and forth across her nipple.  A few more strokes on that side and he moves to the other nipple.  The pain is excruciating as the bristles tear at the sensitive, tender points.    Back and forth, Gurd alternates from one nipple to the other.  Tashya shudders and shakes but cannot move away from the savage torment. Gurd gives the levers on the press another turn. Slowly, deftly Gurd is stripping the skin from Tashya's nipples.  He moves out a bit and shreds the flesh of the aureoles around the weeping peaks.   He pauses briefly to give the impaling shaft a turn bringing even more shrieks of agony from his helpless victim.  Tashya twists and wriggles in the confines of the device, a steady wail issuing from her stretched mouth, the chains rattling as she struggles. 

Konrad holds up his hand stopping the barbaric torture..

"Cease your efforts for a time.  Leave her as she is while we rest and partake of our noon meal.  We will return in a few hours."

With that Konrad, the Countess and Gurd exit the torture chamber, leaving Tashya to deal with the situation.   The only others present are Elizabeth, nearly comatose on the rack, and Rolf spread and bound as he  contemplates the shriveling of his private parts, and of course the acolytes who vicariously indulge themselves watching the suffering of the prisoners.  They descend upon  the unfortunates, caressing the tortured flesh, probing, pinching.

The protagonists are gone several hours.

To Rolf it seems like days.  His genitals, bound and throbbing have lost all sense of feeling save the penetrating pain, pain which mounts by the second.  His moans and groans go unheeded, as he suffers in his private hell. 

Elizabeth, wracked and stretched upon the rack lies in burning agony, her flayed legs and torso tear at her, the pain growing, growing.  Her arms straining to remain attached, her hip joints screaming in pain.  She whimpers and sobs as the unrelenting agony of her torment rages on.

But it is Tashya, quivering and moaning, who is the center of attention. She shakes her head back and forth babbling something unintelligible as Gurd reaches between her legs and gives the shaft a turn. Tashya's eyes widen and shrieks of agony pour from her mouth.

Smiling lustfully Gurd picks up the infernal brush and moves back to Tashya.




To Be Continued.......................