PART 26
Rolf hangs by his shackled wrists, his thick muscular thighs spread wide
to heavy rings in the stone floor The Countess whirls the many tailed
"Cat" over her head and lays it's plaited coils across Rolf's
muscular torso, it's vicious strands curling around to snap and bite into
the taut muscles on the opposite side. He utters not a sound. The
Countess smiles at his clenched jaws.
("He thinks he can withstand the searing bite of the lash! For a
time maybe, but soon he will sing for her as the sharp plaited strands cut and
begin to strip away the flesh with each stroke.")
She works her way around the stretched body before her, slashing at the
defenseless body. It is but a short time indeed until the knotted tips
begin to tear the skin and blood seeps over taut bulging muscles.
20-30- times, 40 times the Cat cuts at the swinging form hanging in front of
her. Blood sprays from his lacerated body with each vicious lash.
At the 46th stroke a short sharp breath is drawn. At 50 a grunt and the
whistle of an exhaled breath. It takes another dozen cuts of the
lash. A whoosh of air forced from his lungs and a short moan of terrible pain
escapes his lips. A few more well placed stripes and a cry of a anguish
and pain issues forth.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
The Countess is smiling in her victory now. Each lash, scourging the
terribly lacerated body of her victim. She moves slightly and delivers a
vicious underhanded blow up between his splayed thighs, cutting directly into
his unprotected manhood. A scream of a tormented soul, suffering torture
of vile proportions bursts from the mouth of her prey. Each blow now
brings forth howling shrieks of agony from Rolf. All pretense of a stoic
resistance gone.
Breathing deeply she lets the Cat slither to the floor as she walks to the
shattered being hanging in front of them. She tells two of the watching
acolytes to sluice him with brine. They dutifully lug pails of filthy,
heavily salted water, prepared for just such use, close to the dismal wretch
hanging before them. They throw the terrible solution over him, the salt
burning into each and every cut and slice in his flesh. A shudering howl is
flung from his bleeding mouth where a plait of the "cat" had laid it
open.
"Well done" exclaims Konrad. " It is not often we have the
opportunity to question such a stalwart example of an accused male
Satanist. If you please dear Countess, stay further questioning until
Gurd returns with our dark haired witch so she may witness further
interrogation of our stubborn spell caster on the rack, and their master in
devil worship"
"Of course your Grace. I wish to change this ones bindings in any
case. I have another ordeal for him in mind."
As if on que, Gurd returns at that moment, a screaming and struggling Tashya
slung over his shoulder. Tashya screams and claws at the monster bringing
her back to the chamber of horrors. She had been lying in an infirmary of
sorts tended by the nuns of the church under which Konrad's vile torture
chamber is located.
"For God's sake do not bring me back here! Please I beg
you..... don't give me to that cretin again."
"Silence witch! I wish you to witness the means by which we deal
with your male sorcerers and disciples of Satan. Your turn will come soon
enough. You will also watch and listen as the Countess resumes
fastinating us with her expertise in the skinning of your fellow practioner in
the matter of witchcraft."
Tashya stares in wide eyed horror at the gruesome visage of Elizabeth.
suspended between the rollers of the rack, the patches of raw weeping flesh
shining, her only sound a soft sobbing and whimpering as she trembles and
shudders in agony.
"My God what is she doing to that poor girl?"
"She is merely removing a bit of the heretic skin from her blasphemous
body.."
"Please! Pleaseee! Let me go! I am not a witch! I swear.
I am innocent!"
"You will remain silent, unless you wish to confess! Gurd bind her
to the grating!"
Gurd drags Tashya to a large iron grating standing to one side... He throws
her onto it's rough surface and proceeds, with the help of a couple of acolytes
to stretch her out on the grating, using leather straps to stretch her arms and
legs tautly. She faces Elizabeth on the rack and Rolf, hanging from the
roof.
Konrad turns to the Countess and tells her she may continue with the
questioning of Rolf.
Taking no chances with Rolf in spite of his brutal scourging, she has four or
five acoytes assist in moving Rolf as he is lowered to the stone floor.
He is nearly unconscious from the horrendous flogging and offers no resistance
at all when he is lowered and moved to a low stone block.. He is forced
to sit on top of it, his legs stretched out and shackled to two heavy posts
protruding from the floor some 6 feet apart. His arms drawn behind him
and cuffed together, then chained to another post in back of the stone
block. The chain is pulled tight till he is held rigid.
The Countess moves to Rolf, she looks down into his sweat covered, pain
twisted face and demands he confess being a servant of Beelzebub and that the
two accused witches in the chamber are members of his coven.
Rolf rouses himself enough to spit on her and curse her for being a savant of
the devil and a disciple of the corrupt Grand Inquisitor, Konrad Von Marburg.
The Countess gasps at such perfidious heresy in accusing Konrad of such
indiscretions.
Konrad is nearly beside himself in outrage. He jumps to his feet and pointing
at Rolf screams, "I want this heretic and helpmeet of Satan punished for
this blasphemous outburst. Countess do your duty, and don't concern
yourself with mitigating your efforts. Even should this scoundrel not
confess, this charge is heresy in itself. He must pay for these monstrous
accusations."
This is indeed a welcome opportunity. Being given unlimited, free rein to
do as she wishes with no need to diminish her depredations, even should her
subject confess.
The magnificent specimen of male power and strength is spread before her, his
impressive endowment hangs down between his powerful thighs,. Even in it's
flaccid state it hangs better than halfway to his knees, the large eggs of his
testicles hang even lower in their sack.
The countess kneels between the splayed thighs and reaching out cradles and
lifts the trembling sack, squeezing.
"God! They are big as goose eggs! And oh so tender and vulnerable!
"
She goes to her cart of instruments and returns to Rolf. She holds a
stout leather collar which she wraps around his scrotum just above those large
globes, pulling it very tight. A ring dangles from the bottom. She turns
to Gurd and asks for a few weights. Gurd obliges handing her two chucks
of iron, weighing 5 # each, with rings imbedded in the tops. The
Countess hooks them to the ring under the ball stretcher and lets them
drop. The 10 pounds drags Rolf's sack down sharply, eliciting a gasp and
groan.
"There that will keep them out of the way till I am ready to give them
more attention."
Gurd brings her a pot of animal fat which is normally used to coat the soles of
victims feet as they are held to the fire. She dips a bit on one hand and
smears it between her palms coating them. Reaching forth she lifts and
squeezes the long shaft of Rolf's prodigious tool. Slowly she works her
deceptively soft hands over the sensitive flesh, up and down, masturbating the
long rapidly stiffening muscle. Rolf tries his best to resist the sensual
caress of his prized possession. It is of no use, the Countess is quite
adept at stimulating the male organ. In spite of himself Rolf feels the
blood coursing into the formidable length of his phallus, it throbs and pulses
as it engorges with blood and soon stands hard and stiff, jerking up and down
as she releases it. The Countess cleans her hands of the grease and
picking up a leather thong wraps it a couple of turns tightly around the base
of the bulging member, which now stands hard and quivering between his wide
spread thighs, she then wipes the grease from his upstanding member. It
is indeed a tantalizing and wondrous sight, the head, purple and shining seems
to pulse and swell with each beat of his heart. Unable to resist, the
Countess bends her head and takes the knob in her lips, laving it with her
tongue, slides it into her mouth, and suckles as she greedily devours it,
sliding it deep into her throat till it's full length is buried in her
face. She slides it in and out of her drooling face a few times, finally
letting it pop from her lips, it's tumescent length now fully expanded and
quivering.
"Very nice, for being the implement used to convert innocent, easily led,
women to the ranks of devils spawn. I have ways of dealing with such
instruments of Satan."
She motioned to Gurd and he handed her more weights. This time they were
of 10 pounds Each. Rolf groaned and gave a small cry as she hooked them
onto the ring and dropped them, tearing at the sack holding his precious ovals,
the skin now taught and shiny. With his fully erected and hard tool
standing hard and stiffly straight up his balls swung low and exposed between his
thighs.
"Now, before I go further, do you have anything to confess to me?"
Rolf was already breathing deeply, trying to deal with the stretching of his
scrotum and the tight stricture of his throbbing penis. He shakes his
head.
"You can go back to the hell from which you came you unholy bitch!"
The Countess smiles.
"This is going to be such an enjoyable afternoon."
She reached to her pile of toys and retrieved an oval, black leather
paddle. Slapping it against her palm she again knelt between his
thighs. Raising her arm she brought the flat of the paddle down,
viciously smashing into his stretched and exposed gonads. Except for a sharply
drawn breath, "Silence."
Then..............
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
A horrific shriek of pain, Rolf strained at his bindings and thrashed as his
bound and stretched testicles were flattened and brutally desecrated. He
wailed and screamed in terrible pain as his balls were savagely abused.
The Countess struck another smashing blow to the still pulsating globes.
Rolf screamed again and again as she delivered blow after blow into his fragile
balls. His body thrashed and convulsed in unbelievable agony as the
sensitive ovals were thrashed. The iron cuffs at ankle and wrist
cut deeply into the flesh, the blood flowing freely, as his uncontrolled
writhing went on and on. He gasped for breath yet the cudgeling of his
most tender parts cut each breath short with the smashing of yet another splat
of the paddle.
The Countess finally paused. Rolf's body continued to shudder and shake
as he tried to deal with the excruciating agony of his lacerated
appendages A steady wail issued from his open mouth, saliva drooling from
his lips.
"Ready to confess now pig?"
Rolf tried to speak but all that emerged was high pitched wailing and
moans. He shook his head.
"Well. Let us move on then."
Rolf groaned and shook his head, the sweat flinging from his soaked hair.
He managed a croaking, "NOOO."
The Countess flicked her finger on the swollen head of his still tumescent
tool, then reached down and jiggled his stretched and aching nut sack.
"We shall come back here later."
To Be Continued.....................
