I…I have done nothing wrong, I…”
Her voice ended in a low scream, when Arnold pulled at the rope, and her arms were pulled upwards behind her back, forcing her body upwards, until she stood on her trembling legs.
God, she knew this voice… it was Louise, a maiden in her castle since one year or two, and now she watched filled with terror, how the girl was pulled upwards further inch for inch, the cracking of her stretched shoulders seem to echo in the large dungeon, even over tuned her screams, her begging, her desperate affirmations of her innocence. Finally her feet left the ground, her toes dangled some inches above the dirty ground, and shrill shrieks filled the room, while her body slowly twisted and swung, her arms unnaturally twisted on her back.
“God, please, you are breaking my arms, stop it please!”
The torturer only laughed, fixed the rope and started to rip off her clothes, not without pulling at her body and punching and squeezing the big, but firm breasts.
“You don’t need you arms at the stake… confess and it will be over soon!” He gave her a stronger push, and again her body started to swing, increasing the pain on her overstretched shoulders, then he stopped the swinging with a rude grip in her pubic hair, causing another yelling scream.
“Stop this, you pervert bastard. You know she is innocent… what will she do with heretics writings? She cannot even read!” Shocked by this terror, Bernadette had shouted it loudly, but now, when the torturer turned to her, she regretted it at once.
“Ah, our Marquise has finished her sleep finally!” He let his victim go, and advanced Bernadette’s cell. “Are you jealous? Shall I care about you right now?” Trembling in fear, Bernadette watched him opening her cell; then he grabbed her braid and pulled her towards the suspended Louise, who still screamed and whimpered in pain.
“Look at her closely… and watch how I make her confess. Then I will ask you some easy questions.” Laughing he forced her into a narrow man cage.
“And if you need to shit, do it now… I hate if my dungeon is spoiled by shit.” Bernadette’s body stiffened, when she felt his fingers in her anus, but her fury answer was over tuned by a louder scream of the suspended girl.
“Let me down here, please, I beg you, I…”
“Shut up cunt… maids have to be silent, when a I talk to the Marquise, right, milady?” He twisted the cage that Bernadette has to watch the struggling girl. “Watch and decide by yourself, if you want to take her place later. And you can be quite sure, that a noblewoman like you will even increase my efforts to get what I want!”
Laughing about her obvious terror, he grabbed a branding iron and started to heat it in the flames in front of her eyes.
“And now, little Lady? Do you pray now, that she resists, so that I can enjoy to torture her for a long time?”
He advanced with glowing iron near enough, that Bernadette felt the heat almost painfully.
“You…you…” The terror took her voice, with wide-open eyes she stared at the iron and tried to retreat as far the narrow cage allowed.
“Tell me, Marquise… would you take this for your maiden?”
“God no, please, go away with it!”
“As you wish, my lady, then I will use it on her – first!” Laughing he went away from Bernadette who felt ashamed for her relief. Without any visible effort Arnaud grabbed the ankle of the dangling girl and pressed the hot iron on her bare sole. Her bloodcurdling scream filled the room, as did the revolting smell of burnt flesh that almost made her sick, when it reached her nose.
“…And now I ask you again,” quietly the torturer took the other leg of the poor girl, who was bathed in sweat now. “Are you one of those heretics?”
“God, NOOO! Please… God is my witness, that I’m a good catholic, I…”
Again the sizzling sound of burnt flesh came first, followed by an almost inhuman scream, when he pressed the iron on her sole and left it there, until it was to cold to produce any vapor anymore.
He threw it away and fetched another iron out of the coals.
“This is made for burning you deep inside your more delicate parts, do you want to taste it?”
“God… no…I swear that I’m innocent… please…” Louise’s hoarse entreaty was barely audible, ended in a desperate sobbing, when he advanced her anus with the glowing tip of the iron.
“Now?” He touches the skin, one, two times, and then slowly penetrated her anus that vanished in a cloud of dark vapor. Louise’s shrill shrieks ended in a long whimper.