From the Witchfinder's Files, Tale I: Snake in Chains

[Knightmare27]

The rising sun gave the gorgon's pale body a golden tinge as she struggled with the contraption she was bound in, alternately stretched out from hanging straight and balancing precariously on one of her feet, the spike limiting these periods of relief to short, agonizing stretches of time.

Her hands had already turned purple from having to support her weight almost all the time, and with each turn off the spike, he could see her arms shake and twitch more as the muscles slowly tired. But he knew that breathing in that position was almost impossible - she would have to "rest" her soles on the spike from time to time, just to get some air.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Her lips trembled from pain, as she just had to relief down on the spike. She hardly made any sounds, except some sighs and surpressed moans. A single, but large tear crept out from her blindfold, and run slowly down her face. It was starnge that she always managed to present herself dramatique, even if she didn't attended to do it.

 

[Knightmare27]

...and again, she lowered her delicate feet onto the spike, her whole body trembling before him. Yet hours of this were to come, and the weather would only add to her pains, as it promised to be a windy and rainy day, with grey clouds already darkening the sky. Soon, she would at least not be thirsty anymore...

Despite the bad weather and the early hour, a few craftsmen on early-morning errands had already gathered to have a look at the struggling young gorgon, and mock her loudly.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She heard and felt the weather changing, but this was one of her last concerns. After all, she was out of the dungeon, and she had to stand the torture. She heard the taunts of the scum. She had experiences with that kind of folk, and if she hadn't been in such a situation, she might have confronted them. An angry gorgon wasn't something to mess around. It would have been best to ignore the idiots, but occupied with all the pain and trouble of finding a fitting position, she just answered them without really thinking. "Fuck you. " she said, not very loud, but in a tone that completely showed her despise for them. It was to late, as it was out, but she hadn't spoke loud. and probably nobody heard it.

 

[Knightmare27]

Oh, what foul words the pain caused to come forth from this captive! Her language would, no doubt, become much harsher later in the day, when the crowds would gather around her and her strength was at an end.

The small gaggle of men just laughed. Had it been allowed, they would probably have thrown something at her, but the watchful eye of the Witchfinder convinced them to continue on their business, not without having taken one last good chance to ogle the beautiful naked prisoner who was being stretched in front of their eyes. The pull flattened her chest and made her ribcage clearly visible under her skin, but even flattened, her breasts were a feast for the eyes. Her slender legs struggled every time they looked for the short "relief" of the spike, kicking the air for some time before finding that point which brought her pain, but at least relieved her arms.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She heard some laughter, but that was it. She had expetected to be hit or whipped. or at least get some harsh word by her inquisitor that was still around. She was lucky this time. So she tried to stand the torture of the spike, although she cried some more tears and jerked several times, probably entertaining some peeping toms with her bouncing breasts. "Hold out!" she whispeed to herself.

 

[Knightmare27]

The Witchfinder had other matters to attend to. Also, the weather was getting steadily worse, and a light rain had already started setting in, with more and more coming down rapidly.

"Have fun", he said mockingly to the struggling young woman, before leaving her alone with the occasional onlooker and two guards. Until he returned, cold and water would do their own to punish her, and add to the suffering. She had brought it upon herself...

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Phyliss was wise enough not to answer him. Having fun! Such a cynic swine... She noticed it was raining. It made it even more difficult to stand on the spike, but at least the water washed ove her body, what was a great relief. And she didn't have to hold back any tears now. While she was crying, she hoped that the rain would drive any spectators away. Once it was helpful to have snakes for now, because she didn't have to worry about cold and wet hair. The snakes didn't mind any rain or water, although she might become cold herself, if this would continue into the night. But maybe he would take her off the spike before that? Begging to the guards would be no help, she guessed.

 

[Knightmare27]

The Witchfinder returned in the early afternoon. The rain had ended, leaving a soaking wet prisoner hanging limply from the ropes, from time to time using the last of her strength to lift herself onto the spike again. She was openly crying, and he could tell that she was close to breaking. What a perfect spectacle for the crowd now that the sun was out again!

He stepped closer to her and patted her on her behind, trembling with pain and exhaustion as she struggled to stand on the spike. He bent down to examine her feet and found the soles rubbed raw, covered in red spots that bled a little. She was pitiful to look at, and the pride she had shown in the morning was completely gone.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She whimpered as hetouched her sore feet; now it was to late to heal the injuries, or he would get suspicious. She opened her mouth to beg him to get her down again, but she just stopped in time. It wa a little pride, but much more fear what would happen if she would confront him that way. And he would not let her down if she would ask for it, especially if there were any witnesses. She knew he would not show any mercy before the crowd, as he did when they were alone. So she just made soft and very pityful whine while he examined her feet, and twisted her body in a melodramatic gesture.

 

[Knightmare27]

He had brought something to hasten his prisoner's ruin: Small, but heavy pieces of lead, fastened to ropes. He wasted no time in attaching these to her ankles, making it even harder for her to remain standing, and increasing the stretching effect.

Just in time to witness her final breakdown, some people were gathering, some just gawking at her naked, wet body, others taunting her or openly taking bets: Whether she would faint before sundown, how often she would be able to lift herself onto the spikes again...

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

"What have I done to you..." she whimpered, but not loud enough for the audience, but sure he did hear it. The weights pulled her down, increasing the pain on her arms, and on her feets. "Heal yourself..heal..." she thought, but she still was afraid to do it. So she tried to stand and hang on. Soon she was close to begging again. It would be humiliating, but she didn't care anymore. It was either healing herself, at the risk to really convince everybody she was a witch, or begging for mercy. But would that make him stop? Still, maybe she would faint after all. Would this be that bad?

 

[Knightmare27]

"You are a demon and have set foot in our world, no doubt with evil designs! Of course we need to punish you and drive you away!"; his voice was impatient; he could not stand her whining, and the demon girl's constant attempts to play innocent after having confessed. As far as he was concerned, she was nothing but a cunning evil hellspawn, trying to trick him into showing mercy where none was due.

He took a cane and gave her a single hit on the backside as a warning: "Pull yourself together!"

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

Phyliss shrieked at the unexpected strike on her back. She was weeping, but managed not to sob lod although her lower lip was trembling. She felt humiliated, and the pain was even worse. Maybe she could realy manage to faint, and even play a little dead, just to make him slow down a little. She decided to try to stand some more time, before she would resort to that.

 

[Knightmare27]

"Now stand up straight and stop whining, or more will follow."; to emphasize this threat, the Witchfinder gave her another strike on the backside, before stepping back.

The people were apparently entertained by this little intermission. Some even clapped, and the taunting got louder, although some of the more delicate onlookers apparently had enough of watching the poor girl's struggles and left the square.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

"Ouuchh!" despite being hurt and angered, Phyliss did her best to stand straight up. She wasn't aware that the anger gaver her strength, and she wasn't finished yet. She was tougher then her delicate body would indicate, and her secret small healings were helpful as well. She wondered about the monks idea that she could survive a week without knowing of her magic abilities, which she could only use in very small doses. An usual mortal woman of her physics should be close to death by now

 

[Knightmare27]

"Good girl", he said, patting her on her still wet back - although it was largely sweat by now. He was genuinely proud of how well she stood all this. Anyone else would have probably fainted at least once by now. A tough girl, although the pain was clearly getting to her.

The sun started to go down by now. Its golden rays made her body look especially alluring. Her breasts, jiggling every time she shifted on the spike (which she was constantly doing by now, since there was no spot on her soles which was not red and painful) were of special interest to the audience.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

She wanted him to ask if she could get down by now, but she did not dare after his last comment, so she just hoped that it would stop while she tried her best to be brave. But she was exhausted, and she would soon break down. Eat? She didn't have to think about that.

 

[Knightmare27]

In the meantime, night had fallen. A dark, cloudy night with cold weather. Before retiring, the Witchfinder placed a bowl of hot coals close to the demon - not so much as a mercy, but because he could not have her freeze to death. He had promised her that she would - barely - survive this, and he was not going to break his word. Oh, she would probably soon beg to be killed, but he was not going to.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

The gorgon shivered, as she felt the heat of the coals, as she did not know he was just going to warm her. She expected a hot iron anytime, just as the last time he had her fucked by the stranger, but it did not happen yet. She did not dare to aske if she could not get down from the spike. So she waited until she was sure he was gone, and carefully healed her feet - not completely, but at least enough to ease the pain. If she had to stand the night up here, her feet would have enough marks so he would not tell the difference. But she could not help the exhaustion.

 

[Knightmare27]

He was back very early the next morning, just before sunrise, to check up on his prisoner, and to oil the next device whose attentions she was going to suffer. This one would make up to the people for not being allowed to hurt her. It was a small, round cage which could be rotated by turning a crank. For a small fee, he would allow anyone to give the crank a few turns, whirling the poor girl inside around. Of course, making her lose her lunch was much funnier if she actually had lunch to lose, and so he was carrying a big pot of porridge with him as he approached her - the first food she had seen in days.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

The gorgon was still trying to stand on the stake. She had been falling asleep for short moments all through the night, but had no chance not to awake seconds later. She was not aware what he was up to next. She was cold, even with the fire, tired and hungry. She did smell the porridge, although she could not see a thing.

 

[Knightmare27]

He set the pot down and untied the rope above her head, while keeping the other end wrapped around her wrists. Now without support, the exhausted gorgon immediately fell to the ground with a loud crash (and he thought he had also heard a soft crack, as if the fall had dislodged something..), but he did not give her even a second to recover, tugging on the rope to make her stand up and follow him.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss

As he untied her without warning, she crashed down without the cance to catch herself, as he hold on to her tied hands. She was lucky she wasn't impaled by the pole. The pain was bad, but she had no time to heal herself, as he pulled her to her feet. He pulled her forward, and she walked behind him, despide the pain that tortured her.

 

[Knightmare27]

He walked her to the high, cramped cage, put his arms around her waist and lifed her up into it. After putting the pot and a wooden spoon in there, he locked the cage and untied her hands. Reaching through the wooden slats, he guided her hands down towards the spoon.

"Eat", he said coldy.