Heresy (closed)

[lovingfingers]

Brother Francis sighed. He had felt honored when selected to be an Inquisitor, but the actuality of the matter was it was hardly honorable. To be sure, he excelled at what he did, and the confessions he extracted proved the extent of the rampancy of heresy. But, the routing out of evil did not make him feel any closer to God. Each day, his labors left him feeling agitated, and the feeling was growing. But being who he was, he persevered.

He read the charges against the next person he was to question, another woman accused of witchcraft. He shook his head and stood to stretch. His muscular, tall frame tested the fabric of his robe. He often longed to strip to his undergarments. The robe simply got in his way.

He wandered the room, checking his implements. So many devices to find the truth, and he knew how to best use them all. He had even modified some. Ever the perfectionist.

He returned to his desk and finished reading the charges, as a knock was made against the door.

"Enter," he answered.

 

[broomstix]

Isabella gave the guard who was leading her by a short rope around her wrists a dirty look as he jerked on her ties to make her follow him.

She reluctantly stepped into the chamber, a slender woman in her late twenties with elegant features and a slightly haughty (and irritated) look in her large brown eyes. Being a minor noble, she looked out of place in this dank dungeon wearing the clothing she had been arrested in earlier, a dark blue dress of fine cloth tied with a gold-embroidered leather belt.

Still aware of her social status, she only acknowledged the monk standing in the room with a curt nod, then let her gaze wander. The many instruments of pain collected here made her slightly apprehensive, but she had no real fear of them yet. Even if she did, it would not do to show any. She knew how cruel justice could be - she had seen it used on many of her subjects herself. But this was no reason to show weakness.

 

[lovingfingers]

He regarded her briefly and then turned to the guard. "Secure her hands to that ring," he said, gesturing to an iron ring that hung from a chain from the ceiling. The guard nodded and pulled the woman to the center of the room. He pulled the rope through the ring and pulled. Her hands jerked up until they were stretched above her.

The guard knew his knots and secured the rope to the ring. The woman was still standing, barely. Her heels were raised, her toes still firmly on the floor. Her body was drawn straight.

Brother Francis nodded approvingly at the guard and dismissed him, "Thank you for your service. Go with God."

The guard left and closed the door. The brother rose, charges in hand, and walked over to her, commenting, "Isabella? You seem too young to have committed all these crimes."

He looked at the sheet in his hands, "consorting with the devil, acts of wantonness, suckling wild animals, seduction, cursing... What do you have to say to all this?"

 

[broomstix]

Isabella stood there, here entire body forced straight by the ropes tying her to the iron ring. Her face, framed by shoulder-length red curls, still managed to look noble and somewhat detached despite her situation, but clear signs of worry and even fear began to show in her eyes as she got a better look at the torture chamber and at the tall, muscular man in the monk's robes who was talking to her. Quite pleasantly, at the moment, but she knew he could be far less pleasant.

It was quite uncomfortable standing with her arms stretched out, and her heels of the ground, and she was starting to feel slightly insecure in this room full of instruments that could, no doubt, cause incredible pain, alone with a man who was clearly intent on exactly this.

Thus, her response came slowly, haltingly and not at all her usual confident self: "What?...I don't know...who has ever said I did such things!...I am a pious woman".

 

[lovingfingers]

"Isabella," he sighed, "Everyone says that, and so few are. The truth, spoken plainly, is so much easier for all of us."

He set the sheet of parchment down and reached for her belt. He undid it efficiently and it fell to the ground. He raised his hands and began to pop off the many buttons on her dress. When she protested, he explained, "You have proclaimed innocence. Now I must determine the truth." The last button removed, he opened her dress to reveal a fine undergarment beneath. He exerted himself slightly and the dress ripped open to the hem. Had she not been tied as she was, he could simply have pulled it off, but he knew better than to let her loose. He had made that mistake in the past.

So he ripped fabric, until the gown was gone. He undergarment was far thinner, and he could see her nipples and pubic area beneath. His breath quicken a little. He tired the straps from her shoulders and the garment slid down to the floor, exposing her completely.

He moved away from her, the better to look at her. Although he had never known the sins of the flesh, he knew her body was beautiful, incredibly so. The devils in his own body responded to it. Chastening himself, then said, "Isabella, I must examine you and then question you. Are you certain you know nothing of these charges?"

 

[broomstix]

Isabella barely struggled as she was stripped; too big was the shock at how quickly and without hesitation this terrible man was laying her bare. Now she was helpless and naked, with arms tied so that she could cover nothing of her body. A body she had always considered a bit thin and unremarkable, but the lustful gaze of the monk showed her that not everyone thought the same. It also filled her with fear: They were alone, she was naked and bound and nothing could protect her from him!

Still, she tried her best to remain calm as she answered: "I have always been a pious woman; I have gone to mass on all the Sundays, and all the holy days. Of my christian charity, any subjects of mine can give you plentiful evidence. I have never uttered anything against the holy church or its teachings, never cursed and I do not know anything of the demons you accuse me of speaking to!"

It felt good! With each word of this statement, she regained a bit of her old noble posture, and she regained a lot of the strength she had lost from the shame of being tied to a wall without a shred of clothing on, straining to balance on her toes and exposed to the lustful gaze of this deviant monk, who was clearly getting his pleasure from this!

 

[lovingfingers]

"And even the devil may quote scripture," Brother Francis replied, "I am sorry to hear it."

He walked up to Isabella and looked carefully in her eyes. He took her hair and pulled it back, looking at her throat. He ran his hands over her shoulders, and under her arms. He carefully examined her breasts, feeling then squeezing them. He particularly examined her nipples, pinching them each in turn, twisting them, noting their hardness.

His own body was sweating as he did this, on fire. He persisted, moving to her back, feeling, poking, prodding, He knelt behind her and clasped her buttocks, opening them, examining her nether regions. Still kneeling,he spun her body around, so that her pubic area was a foot from his face. He forced his hands between her legs, opening them, examining her sex. Her labia were full and he ran a finger over them, finding them somewhat wet.

His heart pounded as he did this. He could feel his own loins, hardened as he had never felt before.
He backed away from her. How was she doing this? Witch!

 

[broomstix]

Isabella knew this man was not going by judicial procedure. He was just following his inner animal instincts. This made her rage, and forget the weak position she was in. Her thin body convulsed as she tried to twist away from him and even kick him a little.

"Get off me!", she shrieked... "What you are doing is against the law, and you know it!"

From the sweat and the faster breathing of the monk, she could tell that he was getting excited by all this. With herself tied up like this and robbed of all clothing, she had nothing but the flimsy remains of her authority and maybe a rest of the monk's sense of morals, which also seemed very flimsy as he examined and groped her shamelessly.

Finally, he backed away. Had his sense of decency prevailed, or was he just getting ready for a second round of this ultimate humiliation? Either way, she was safe from his brutal hands for a moment, and she used this to catch her breath and shift her feet to a half-comfortable position. The strain in her arms from struggling was now making itself felt, and she was exhausted already from fighting.

"I am your prisoner, but God will not allow this", she panted, "do not do this again, for the good of your own soul."

 

[lovingfingers]

"Gods ministrants have annointed me to this task. It is my holy duty," he replied. His mind was in a riot of confusion. What was this woman doing to him?

"I have seen signs of the devil's touch upon your body," he declared.

He went to one side of the room and opened the stocks. This would put her in a better position to be examined. He went behind her and untied the rope binding her to the ring. Her arms slumped down as he took the rope and pulled her to the stocks. He took a knife and cut the bonds on her wrists, then forced her neck and wrists into the semi-circles on the stocks. He lowered the top half down and secured it.

He went to another table and selected a instrument with many very short needle sharp pins at one end. He showed it to her, "this instrument only hurts flesh that the devil has touched. I pray you feel nothing."

He pressed it to her shoulder, and then her arm, to her other arm, and other shoulder, he pressed it onto the top of her right breast...

 

[broomstix]

She knew this part of the procedure. She had heard of it from some of the monks involved with the witch and heretic trials. "Looking for the Devil's Mark", they called it. Now that she was secured in the stocks and bent over, the torturer was all business again, very thoroughly sticking the needle in her body in all possible places.

It required some willpower to stay quiet during this ordeal, but Isabella gritted her teeth and fought through it. She knew that one scream would be more evidence for him, and even though each touch made searing pain shoot through the part of the body under examination, she used all her strength and did not make a single squeal.

This new position made her even more helpless than the last - and, to her horror, placed the monk's bulging crotch exactly at her eye-level every time he walked past her in search of new flesh to torment, but at least it gave her arms some time to rest, and her legs also slowly started to recover from the strain.

 

[lovingfingers]

The brother set the instrument upon the table and regarded the woman in front of him. Her face was flushed and her breathing labored. From this angle, he could just see her breasts below the stocks, the flat plain of her belly, her thighs and that which lie between. His own breathing was hard, as were his loins.

"Sister," he started, "I am pleased that I have not found the Devil's Mark upon you. It removes two of the charges before you."

He took up the sheet again, looking it over, "but there are others. It would seem that your tongue has been sharp and another source of devilment. I shall have to examine it."

He turned to the table and took the brank, showing it to her, "I have changes, the better to find the truth." The brank looked like any other, a metal cage which fit over the head, but instead of a metal bar that was inserted into the mouth, it was a tube a couple inches long. He opened the cage and put the front piece to her face. She refused to open her mouth, so her reached down to one of her nipples, and pinched it hard. He then pushed the tube into her her protesting mouth and the cage against her face. He brought the rest of the cage against the back of her head and fastened the two halves together.

He took the cage and tilted it up, her mouth opened wide, the tube preventing her from closing it. He took a candle and shown the light into her mouth. The pinkness of her tongue and throat tormented him. He was seating profusely now.

He took a step back and threw his robe off. Only a thin undergarment covered his aching loins. He trembled as he looked at her. She was said to have swallowed the devil's seed...

 

[broomstix]

The cage weighed her head down heavily, making it almost impossible for her to look up; it really drove home the situation she was in. Naked and alone, exposed to the cold dungeon air, and forced to bend over by tight wooden clamps.

Isabella almost choked on the metal tube he had rammed deep into her mouth. Tears ran from her eyes, both from the gagging and from the humiliation that was being forced upon her. She had thought that she could not get any more helpless, but this mask even took away her freedom to close her own lips! Even worse, the terrible monk looked like he would soon enjoy her loss of exactly that freedom...

The young woman struggled and made furious noises around the contraption in her mouth. Her wrists struggled in a futile fight against the wood which was holding her captive, and the back of her head soon hurt from her repeatedly banging it against the board. She knew it was useless, but she was prepared to try anything to get out of this!

 

[lovingfingers]

Brother Francis watched her struggle, and his breath became more labored. Her slender body jerked with effort and her breasts bounced and shook. His cock was painfully hard, and his mind increasingly clouded.

When her thrashing ceased, he walked slowly over to her. He pulled her head up by the brank to look at her, "It pains me to see you struggle so, but for the sake of your soul, we must know the truth."

He could see where the part of the brank was abraiding her skin, now reddened. He adjusted the screws so that it fit more loosely. It shifted as he did, and he had to brace it against his hips as he worked, his cock pressed against the brank and her face. Her breath was hot on his skin, and he shook more violently at the sensation.

Losing all sense, he reached down and undid the tie of his undergarment. His cock jutted out in front of him, large and acutely sensitive. He held a hook on the top of the brank and raised her head, until the tube keeping her mouth open was at the right height. He pressed his cock into the metal end of the tube, now slick with Isabella's saliva. He groaned as the head surged through the tube and met the warm wetness of the back of her mouth.

The young woman made distressed sounds and her body shook as his hips took over and he began to piston his cock in and out of her mouth. He was stunned at the feeling. He had never felt anything like it. He pushed harder and felt his cock sink into her throat. Isabella convulsed as he did this, but her gagging only caressed his cock. He grabbed the brank and her head with both hands and shoved as hard as he could. His hips met the brank as the head of his cock pushed down her throat. He yelled as he came, his first orgasm intense and prolonged, his cum shot down her throat in waves. Overwhelmed, he staggered back, the last pulses of climax splashing on her face. He stumbled back further, into a chair. Gasping, he watched her.

 

[broomstix]

Isabella really, really wanted to bite down hard and relieve the fiend of the instrument he was now violating her with. Blind, helpless anger shook her as she continued working her bonds. The board she banged her head against did not give, and her head was aching, and her wrists were bloodied from all the rubbing.

Suddenly, her left hand jerked half a meter back from the force she was pulling with. It was free! Her hand had proved just a little too slender for her restraints! This was a small victory, even though she was still trapped and had probably angered her tormentor into doing much worse to her. Completely out of her mind, she used her freed hand to pull on the other one, but only succeeded in getting it even bloodier. Her rebellion might not last long, but she was going to have it!

Her triumph, as stupid as it was, filled her with new wrath and gave her some strength. Strength she badly needed, as she was forced to choke down his semen, gagging all the way as the insane monk's repugnant slime worked its way down her throat. Her stomach felt like she would throw up any moment.

 

[lovingfingers]

Brother Francis quickly noted that his captive had worked her hand free and was working on releasing the other. He was not concerned. At the very least, her head was firmly bound, between the brant and the stocks.

He sighed as put his garment and robe back on. He was disquieted by what had happened, and fought to regain control of the situation. He turned and summoned a guard. The same fellow who had brought the prisoner earlier appeared, and look wide eyed at the naked woman in the stocks.

Brother Francis said to him quietly, " the rack." The guard nodded and went to the stock. He unlocked it and moved the top piece. Francis grabbed the brank and used it to lead Isabella to the rack. They both grabbed her body and hoisted onto the rack, which was curved upwards in the middle. The guard fastened her hands with manacles, making sure they were tight. The monk did the same with her feet.

He then thanked the guard, who surveyed the luscious body before him, then left.

Francis went to the rack and removed the brank. He wanted her to talk, to confess.

 

[broomstix]

Isabella did not keep struggling as she was being carried over to this new instrument. She was too exhausted from her fight against the stocks. Hard iron locked around her wrists and ankles, shackling her tightly to the table she was lying on, but other than that, they were not doing much to her yet.

Her body was exposed to these two men, and the chains kept her hands and feet fast in place, keeping her from covering or protecting herself. Now that she was calming down, she was also starting to feel the chilly dungeon air on her exposed skin.

The brank was still locked around her head and made it feel heavy and clumsy as it lay on the table, but at least the horrible slime she had been forced to drink was mostly gone. Only a metallic taste from the tube and the lingering sourness of her stomach's juices remained in her mouth and reminded her of the terrible violation that monk had forced her through.

What were they about to do? Something painful, no doubt. For now, however, she decided to enjoy this brief moment of ease as well as she could do that, naked and shackled to a torture instrument. At least he was taking off the brank now. The first sounds from her mouth were uncoordinated choking and gagging as she tried to spit out the last remnants of the semen.

 

[lovingfingers]

The monk regarded Isabella, her body curved backwards over the top of the hilll shaped rack, as spat to clear her mouth. Her choking made her breasts shake wildly, and Francis could feel the tension rising in him again. He didn't particularly care for the rack, but it did place the people he was questioning in a very vulnerable position.

He ran his hand over her belly, so soft and flat. "Isabella," he began, "we all know where this will lead. You will confess, eventually. Doing so now could save you much trouble. I am giving you the opportunity to explain your actions. Were you coerced somehow? Were you duped by someone into performing Satan's will?"

The young woman remained silent. He sighed, and reached for a lit taper. Holding it over her belly, he offered, "May the light reveal the truth." He tilted the candle, and drop by drop, wax rained down up Isabella's belly. He moved it, tracing down her leg. As she moved to avoid the firey drops, her sex was exposed and moving before the monk's eyes. His breath shortened, and he avoided that delicate, tempting flesh, for now.

 

[broomstix]

Isabella shrieked, shocked, when the first searing drop hit and burned her tender skin. More drops soon followed, making her squirm in a futile attempt to evade the fiery rain. The tight chains rattled and shook as she threw around her body.

Up and down, over her legs and her stomach, up to her breasts, fire was raining down on her. Thousand little points of pain, making her gasp and clench her teeth. This was like being on fire, and her tormentor made no sign of stopping.

As soon as she had adjusted to the sudden shock of the hot, molten wax, Isabella regained some strength and hoarsely shouted, interspersed with short, sharp yelps of pain as new wax dripped onto her: "The Lord will give me the strength to stand this torture! I am innocent, and nothing you do can make me say otherwise!"

 

[lovingfingers]

The monk was breathing very hard now, sweating heavily. He set the candle back into its holder and again removed his robe. He watched Isabella's body, her chest rising and falling, the wax hardening, as his cock was hardening. He reached for a simple leather lash. Raising it, he said, "All I ask is your confess the truth."

He brought the lash down on her thigh with a loud thud. The wax that had dried there shattered and mostly fell off. The young woman started struggling anew, wax flaking off her in chunks. Brother Francis's arm rose and fell, the lash striking her legs up and down, her hips and belly, her arms, and the soft pillows of her breasts. He was near to gasping now. Each stroke of the lash stoked his lust.

After a time, he stopped and set the lash aside. He took some rope and encircled Isabella's knee. He pulled her knee open and attached the rope to the side of rack. When he did the same to her other knee, her sex was completely open and exposed to him. His vision blurred in his wild excitement.

 

[broomstix]

Isabella felt the rope pulling her knees apart and knew what was coming next. The lustful monster was about to indulge his diabolical instincts again!

Forgetting the immense pain in her welt-covered, bruised, burned, body, she started to scream: "THE DEVIL TAKE YOU! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOU MADMAN?!"

She was stretched out on the rack, her skin encrusted with dried wax, crisscrossed with bright red stripes, bleeding in places where the whip had hit especially hard. Her wrists were raw and bloody, as were her ankles. Still, she found the strength to fight the insane monk's lust. As long as she focused on that, the pain was much easier to forget, and this assault also angered her personally. A suspected witch was to be tortured, she understood that, but she was NOT to be made the plaything of an old lecher!

Already she could see him lean in, grope her body, touch her skin in the few places which were not wounded or burned, savour her youthfulness, working up an appetite for the terrible things that would follow. It could not happen! It would not happen! She screamed and screamed and screamed.

 

[lovingfingers]

This screaming both excited him and ground on his nerves. He left the rack and found the brank again. As he approached her, she grit her teeth, defying him. His brow furrowed and he set the brank next to the rack. He looked at his table and selected two leather bands, fitted like collars. On the inside of the bands were rows of sharp spines. He walked to Isabella and grabbed one of her breasts hard. He pulled on her tit with one hand and wrapped the band around the base with the other. He fastened the collar, the spines pressing into her skin. He seized her other breast and with practiced skill, collared it as well.

The young woman kept her mouth resolutely closed. He tightened one band, the spines now biting into her breast. Her mouth went slack. He tightened the other and he mouth went wide. He slipped the brank into place, and then fastened it to the back. He stuck a rag into the tube on the brank to muffle her further.

He returned to the other side of the rack, his captive now quieter and vulnerable, her breasts perched on her chest like inflated balloons.

 

[broomstix]

He had taken another freedom from her. With the rag stuck in the brank, she could not breathe. She could not scream. And the chains prevented her from moving.

But the urge to scream and throw herself around was overwhelming. The spikes dug into her breasts, and made blood trickle from them. It felt like someone had placed hot plates on her chest. Fire. Fire and pain, and a thin stream of blood flowing down.

To all this, she could just helplessly stare and bite on the tube. It hurt her teeth, but it allowed her to take the pain at least a little better. The pain. It almost made her faint, and...

Suddenly, her mind went dark for a moment. When she woke up again, she was lying on an endless meadow. It was a warm summer day, and she was not being brutalized and falsely accused. A deep feeling of peace and warmth filled her and made her smile...

When she came to, the sudden return to agonizing pain overwhelmed her. She threw her head around wildly, since this was the only part of her body she could still move at all. Metal clanged and made a horrible noise as she kept thrashing her head against the rack, so that she could concentrate on something other than her breasts.

 

[lovingfingers]

The monk frowned. She had passed out, or worse. He walked to the head of the rack and removed the rag stuffed in the brank. He watched her chest and could still see movement. Alive. Good.

He reached over to her breasts, so fascinating bound. Her nipples stood jutting out atop small round balloons. He pinched one hard, pulling and twisting it. When it slipped from his grasp, he abused the other. Back and forth, until she finally came too. As she began to writhe again, he nodded approvingly and went to his table.

He looked about and selected a pair of devices shaped like pears with a knob attached to the stem. Twisting the knob expanded the base of the pear. It could be expanded quite far, but both were closed, for now. He took one and walked to the foot of the rack, Isabella's sex exposed before him. He dipped the end of the pear in some oil and pressed against her pussy. With only some effort, it sank deeply into her, until only the knob protruded. This produced a certain protest from his captive. He took the second pear and oiled the tip as before. This he pressed against her nether hole. Despite squirming and louder protests, he managed to force it into the tightness.

"Isabella," he intoned, "I have been gentle with you so fair, but I must know the truth. If you are ready to confess, wave your hand."

 

[broomstix]

It was so good to be able to breathe freely again! As soon as the rag was removed, she took a few deep breaths, forgetting the pain she was in for a moment, and forgetting that it was musty dungeon air she was breathing. For a moment, it was the air of liberation.

Isabella felt the two round objects penetrate her. They were well-oiled, and slipped in very quickly; their size made them quite uncomfortable, especially the one stuck between her legs, which forced her insides apart as it broke through her clenched pussy lips.

Still, the much worse part were still the spikes digging into her breasts. They made every breath burn like fire, and tormented her with thousands of little pricks when she moved even slightly. So she was as still as possible on the rack, and even stopped the banging of the brank.

She was lying still, her head caught in the brank, he hair untidy and sweat-soaked from her struggle, her eyes fearfully wide and fixed on the torturer, wondering what cruelty he would use on her next.

If she had been able to speak, she would have told him off for abusing his position to indulge his lust. She was furious, not about being arrested and falsely accused - she granted him that mistake. But what he had done and was probably about to do was a sin, and so wrong it made her see red. If only she could shout at him!

 

[lovingfingers]

The monk turned back to the pears embedded in her ass and pussy. He turned the exposed knob on the lower one and could hear a few faint clicks as it expanded. He could see the walls of the pear begin to part and her anus gape. He then turned the knob of the pear in her pussy more than a few clicks. The pear expanded and Brother Francis watched the skin of her sex stretched wide.

He smiled as he reached for the candle he had used earlier. He showed it to her, paused, and then brought it over the pears. Hot wax dripped down upon her exposed and stretched tissues. He moved the candle about, splashing wax on every exposed surface. He even dripped it onto the pears, small splatters entering inside her stretched holes. When the entire surface of her pussy was covered in wax, he paused and set the candle back.

There was a knock at the door. He sighed and put his robe back on. He went to the door, where he found two guards, reminding him it was time for prayer. He thanked them, saying he would be back in twenty minutes, and left.

The guards looked into the room and smiled.