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As in the pasty, they arrived in the night, without warning. Even before Karen knew they were there, one of the men was pulling the heavy leather bag over her head, plunging her into darkness. She tried to scream out, but something placed over the hood, filled her mouth, and she felt a strap being tightened behind her head.
At the same time she felt a needle being thrust into her arm, as she was given an injection.
She tried to get up, to fight them off, but they were stronger than she, and held her tight to the bed as the drug coursed its way through her veins. Moments later, she was unconscious, and the three men carried her from the room, and into the waiting van outside her house.
Karen awoke in pain and confusion. Her arms hurt, especially her shoulders, from being hung by her wrists. She tried to wriggle free, but the ropes were un-giving, and the result was just more pain in her shoulders.
She could see a man in front of her, dressed in what appeared to be medieval clothes, and a dark leather mask covering his face. Only his cold dark eyes were visible.
?Karen Barber? the man’s voice offered no comfort as he spoke her name. Who was he? How did he know who she was?
?You have been brought here because it has been ascertained that you have enjoyed carnal knowledge with a number of men, and are married to none of them. This is against the preaching of Pope Alexander, and against the will of God. How do you plead??
Karen looked down at the man disbelievingly.
?What the hell is going on here?? She screamed at him. ?Let me down or I shall call the police?
The man in front of her said nothing for a moment.
?Karen Barber. It has been decided that you shall pay penance for your actions in the style of our fore fathers. The instruments of torture for someone accused of your crimes, are painful. And there will be no release from them. I suggest you pray, now, to God for your deliverance.?
Karen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Penance? For what? And who was Pope Alexander? Had the Pope died and a new one been elected overnight?
She could see two men approaching her from each side. They. Too, wore the same fashion of garb as the man in front of her. In their hands they carried pieces of rope and moved to her feet, which were tied together.
One of the men cut the ropes holding her feet, and even as she tried to kick out at the men, they bragged her ankles and tied fresh ropes around each. Hanging as she was, Karen was no match for their strength.
She opened her mouth to scream, half expecting someone to hit her for doing so, but no-one did.
?No-one but God himself, and the Devil that resides within you will hear your screams. And we shall rid you of the devil, and send you to God with a clean and pure heart?
?Okay. That’s enough? began Karen. ? A joke is a joke, but this has gone far enough. Who put you up to this? Bob? Billy? Whoever it was, they are going to get it from me big style. Now let me go?
?You do not understand, Karen. This is not a joke. This is not a play where the heroine escapes in the last act. This is real life, and it is time to pay penance for your actions.?
As the man had spoken, the other two men had started pulling Karen’s legs wide apart, using the ropes now fastened to her ankles. The ropes were secured to metal rings fastened to the walls of the dirty, stone built room in which she was being held.
?Come on? she screamed. ?Let me go,?
The man ignored her and picked up a manuscript from a table close by him.
?According to the will of Pope Innocent the fourth, and sanctioned by Pope Alexander the fourth, you are hereby subject to what ever treatment we need to employ in order to ride the devil out of your body, and return it to the love of God. You shall be left for an hour to consider you response.?
Karen looked on in horror as the three men walked away, leaving her alone and already in pain, with the promise of more to come.
What response did they want? And who the hell did they think they were? Who were these Popes they had mentioned?
Karen was confused beyond anything she had ever known before. Surely these men couldn’t get away with this. Someone would be looking for her soon, and when she was let go, she would make sure these men suffered for this, and whoever had put them up to it.
Her arms were hurting more with each passing minute, but now, so too were her thighs, being stretched fully to each side, allowing her no movement save her head.
She had an hour to respond. Respond to what? She had done nothing wrong. What was it the man had said? Enjoyed carnal knowledge with several men. If that meant she had shagged a few guys, then yes, she had. But that was nothing new. She was way behind some of her friends in that department. At least Karen had never enjoyed more than one man in a night, not like Marie, who, at the last office party had taken on all comers, well, all those that could get it up at that stage of the party.
Or Sue, who was shagging Mike behind Tommy’s back. If Tommy ever found out, Mike would be a dead man.
So sure, Karen had shagged a few men in her time, but she had always been faithful to them at the time. So what was wrong with that?
The three men sat upstairs discussing things.
?Can we really do this?? Brian was the youngest of the three, barely thirty five, and until a few months ago, had been happily shagging any woman he could find. He had been saved from that life by Walter, who had offered him a way back to God, and a way to get even with women who had fallen from grace.
Stuart, the second man had not needed to be convinced. When Walter approached him, and told him of his plans, Stuart was only too eager to get involved. He was, first and foremost, a devout Catholic. He hated the way the modern Catholic church ran itself, and its congregation. The Pope had recently hinted that he would no longer consider homosexual behaviour against the Church’s preaching., and that these people, too, would be able to receive Holy Sacrament. Next he would be legalising abortions as well. A return to old standards was called for, and that was what Walter had suggested.
Walter, himself, was also a Catholic, but he read the older books, studied the older standards. Pope Innocent had said that the world should be rid of Heretics who would jeopardise the second coming of the Lord. He commissioned an army to go out to all the lands, and fight this growing menace. Also, he had suggested that the only way to get the devil out of the heretics, was through painful purification. And for those that failed to repent, that they should be returned to the devil they worshipped. Only the pure at heart could survive the purification. Those not in league with the devil himself.
The Pope had stated categorically, that to rid the earth of the Heretics, was the Catholic duty, and Walter was ready to complete this task.
Karen would be only the first. The world was not full of Heretics, non-believers, and blasphemers. Not even the Sabbath was respected any more. Shops, garages, bars, all opened on the Sabbath, against God’s will. ?On the seventh day, man will rest and pay homage to God?
It was written on the Holy Parchments, and handed down from generation to generation. Yet man had forgotten God, and needed to be reminded. Walter was sure that after their presence was once against felt in the world. Other would rally to their cause, and the world would regain much of it’s former glory.
Ads they returned to the dungeon the three men stood an looked at the helpless woman. It was obvious from the rope marks on her ankles and wrists, that she had struggled to get free, in vain.
Walter stood in front of her again, as the other two men walked around behind her.
?You have had the promised hour? started Walter. ?Do you repent??
Karen looked down at him. Her arms and legs hurt badly, she wanted only to be let down.
?Please, I beg of you, untie me. I cant feel my shoulders, I am sure they are dislocated, but I cant feel them anymore?.
Walter seemed to ignore her, as he turned around to a long table behind him. With a flourish, he whipped of a dark cloth that had been covering it.
Karen’s eyes widened as she saw the contents the cloth had hidden. Everything looked as if it had come from a medieval museum.
Walter picked up a long whip and stood to one side of Karen, showing it to her.
?This body of yours had enticed and lured men into your bed chamber. You have used it to serve the Devil’s purpose, and we must rid you of that. Your body must be returned to God pure and wholesome. ?
With that, Walter drew back the whip and let it fly, the strong leather cord lashing Karen’s back.
Karen’s scream of anguish echoed around the chamber, as her back erupted into a line of fire. Her whole body shook under the impact, her legs trembled, as she tried frantically to avoid the second lash, which was already on it’s way.
Walter chose his targets well. The first lash had crossed Karen’s back just under the shoulders, the second came across her exposed buttocks, sending her hips forwards, and adding to the strain on her already painful shoulders and thighs.
Once again her screams echoed around the stone chamber. Tears were flowing freely from her eyes, as fresh pain erupted with each lash of the whip.
Her thighs, her lower back, even her outstretched arms suffered under the whip. There was no escape from the fire covering most of her body.
Walter moved around to the front, as Karen’s eyes pleaded with him to stop. Her whole body shook with her heavy sobbing, words no longer coming to her mouth.
Walter aimed the whip carefully, he didn’t want to hit her in the face, as he let the whip fly. Her breasts erupted in new agony, the red welt showing immediately, as had the welts covering her back. Karen was beyond screaming, pained gurgling her only response to the fierce whipping.
Her stomach, her thighs, her calves, all received heavy blows of the whip, Walter’s bare arms covered in sweat under his ministrations.
By the time he had finished, Karen was unconscious, her body no longer able to handle the severe pain it was feeling. Her whole body was criss-crossed by angry red welts.
Brian and Stuart lowered the unconscious girl to the floor, and dragged her across the stones to a larger wooden chair against one wall. There were several leather straps which, when fastened, held Karen in the chair, unable to move any of her limbs, or move her back away from the rear of the chair.
Satisfied that she could not move when she awoke, the three men left the dungeon, leaving her alone. She had survived the first treatment, but had not yet called for God to save her. She was obviously still in league with the Devil. But that would change soon enough.
It was morning before the three men returned to the dungeon. Not that Karen would know. There were no windows in the room, the light coming from several bare bulbs interspaced around the walls. This was one of the few modern things Walter had allowed. Everything else in the dungeon was from past times, though it had taken him most of his sixty years to get them together. He had always known that these times would return, and if it were his duty to bring them back, he would do so.
As they entered the dungeon Karen was awake, though in obvious pain. She said nothing as Walter stood in front of her.
?Your Devil repulsed the beatings of God? he started. ?But God will out in the end, you understand this Karen??.
Karen looked up at him, her mouth moving, but her voice too low to hear what she was saying. She had already realised that no matter what she said, he would take little or no notice. She wanted to die, quickly, get this over with. But it was not going to be that easy for her.
Stuart stood to one side of the chair, a pair of shears in his hands.
?It is believed that the Devil will take much of the pain away through hair? Walter started again. ?So to prevent his help, we will remove yours. It has, to date, been a pride of yours, and as you know, pride is one of the seven deadly sins of which you have been guilty.?
Karen tried to struggle as Stuart came closer, the shears moving towards her head.
But Brian, now fully involved, held her head still. As Stuart grabbed the first handful of hair, the shears touching her scalp. Within seconds, the first locks of her beautiful golden hair lay on the floor in front of her. Within minutes, apart from a short stubble. Karen’s head was without hair. Tears again filled her eyes as she looked down to the floor where her tresses now lay.
Walter moved towards her, carrying something in his hands. She tried to see what it was, but he moved too fast, and only when her mouth was forced open, and a spike placed within her mouth, trapping her tongue to the base, did she realise what it was. The gag was fastened behind her head, and her moans and screams would be lessened without the use of her tongue.
?This is a witch’s gag? Walter said. ?It stops you from crying for your Devil to help you.?.
Karen could feel both ends of the spike. One digging into her tongue, stopping her from moving it, the other end forced into the flesh of her upper mouth. Only by holding her mouth wide open could she prevent the spikes digging deeper.
?Your mouth has been a great source of pleasure for you when encouraging men to partake in sex with you. It has spoken sweet words, and has kissed many men. From testimony we have heard, you have also used it to suckle the penis of men. This is to stop if you want to find your way back to God with a pure heart. The gag you now wear, will remain with you, to prevent your sweet words enticing any of us to join you in carnal ways. We do this to bring you closer to the God that your Devil made you abandon?
Karen looked at him in horror. What was happening? Surely these men couldn’t be doing this to her. It must be a dream.
But the agony in her shoulders, the red welts across her body, and the painful gag digging into her tongue and the roof of her mouth, told her it was no dream. She tried to speak, to scream. But all she felt was the spike digging even deeper.
Brian moved to the table and came back with something that looked like a large pair of tweezers, though Karen could clearly see the sharp teeth on them.
Walter continued.
?Your breasts were given to you by God to nourish the young. You have used them to entice men. We have pictures of you wearing only a small piece of cloth to cover them, which was clearly insufficient. Your breasts were clearly being displayed in such a wanton manner, to attract men to your bed. Jesus once said that we should cast out any of out body that causes offence to God. The way you have used your breasts had clearly been against the wishes of God. This will happen no more?.
She saw Brian come closer. The pinchers open in his hands. She didn’t know what to expect, only that whatever it was, it was going to hurt, and it was going to be directed at her tits.
She tried frantically to get out of the chair before anything happened, but the straps held her firm. She tried screaming, but again, the spikes of the gag only dug deeper. She could taste her own blood, but still she struggled.
Brian now stood right next to her, the first set of tweezers open. Touching her breasts, close to her chest. The teeth were no longer visible, though Karen could feel them touching her. She didn’t need to be told how sharp they were, they were already digging in, and, as yet, Brian had made no attempt to close them.
?God. Take away the sins of these breasts. Remove the devil that resides within them.?
Brian’s words were hardly out of his mouth as he started to close the tweezers. The teeth, at least two inches long, were driven deep into Karen’s flesh. She could not help her scream. Hardly feeling the spike completely pass through her tongue, and begin to dig into her lower jaw.
The pain in her breasts was unimaginable. As Brian forced the two sets of teeth closer together, flattening her breast as he did so. Only when both sets of teeth touched, deep inside her breast, was Brian satisfied, though then he tied the handles together, so they would not open and release the breast.
She could hardly look as he moved for the second pair of tweezers. She knew she couldn’t take any more pain, and yet, she was unable to prevent it.
Brian moved the tweezers into the same position on her other breast, close to her chest. Capturing the whole of her breast within its teeth.
Without a word, he began to close them. The blood flowed easily from both tits, as the tweezers dug deep, before locking with her breast trapped and flattened.
?Your breasts will no longer be a source of pleasure to you, or to unwitting men. God gave them to you for a purpose, a purpose you and your Devil decided not to pursue.?
Brian began twisting the tweezers from side to side. At first. Karen wasn’t aware of what was happening. The pain was already so great, she didn’t realise that each set of tweezers had also had a sharp blade held within the teeth. Only as she felt blood flowing faster onto her stomach did she realise that by twisting the tweezers this way, Brian was actually cutting into the flesh of her tits, severing them from her body.
Within minutes they hung away from her body. They had not been completely removed, but were hanging purely by the nerves.
Karen could handle no more, as darkness once again claimed her.
Walter looked down on the mutilated girl. The fact that she still lived after what they had done, was proof that the Devil resided within her.
He understood, now, what his fore fathers had gone through, and was determined not to let them down.
Brian and Stuart released the helpless girl from the chair, dragging her back to the centre of the dungeon, and tying her hand, once more, above her head, before lifting her into the air. It mattered not that she would not waken for some time. The devil would hold her in this life for as long as possible.
Karen was again left alone to suffer.
Walter had left Karen for a full day. He wanted her to repent her sins, but was sure the Devil in her would not allow that to happen. He knew she would suffer more before she gave herself to God once more.
On his return to the dungeon he moved the Judas Cradle closer. To call it a Judas Cradle is inaccurate. Though it ore a resemblance to one, the Judas Cradle had a pyramid with a nine inch base. Walter’s had a three inch base. The original Cradle would rupture the flesh. Walters version would also rupture the flesh, but would also do much worse.
Karen was barely alive as the three men returned. She was lifted high into the air, as the Cradle was placed below her.
?You have allowed men to savour your vagina. How many men have been enticed to join you in carnal activities we are not sure. But there have been a number. God gave you this to bear children, and to glorify his name. You used it for self enjoyment and self satisfaction. You will not longer be able to use this for that end. The Judas cradle below you will destroy your vagina. No longer will it be used to draw unsuspecting men into your bed chamber. Your devil has done you proud, Karen, but even he cannot save you now. Speak God’s name and ask his forgiveness, and you shall return to him with a pure heart.?
Karen could hear, but the words were not registering. Her whole body was a mass of pain. Her tits, hanging down from her chest were almost unbearable. She prayed silently for death.
Walter instructed his men to begin lowering Karen onto the spike, while he stood close to her. Guiding the end of the sharp spear towards her pussy.
?In former times, the Judas Cradle was used for several hours, and later, the impaling spike was inserted into the ruined vagina. We shall spare you the ignominy of bearing both punishments.?
Walter signalled to his two friends, and they began to slowly lower Karen. She could feel the tip of the spear entering her pussy. At first. It was not too painful, but as they lowered her further, she could feel it drive deep within her pussy.
She tried frantically to get a foot hold. So she could hold herself up from it, but there was none to be had, as the spike began to move deeper, forcing itself past her pussy, and into her stomach.
Brian and Stuart slowly lifted her off the spike. But only to drop her onto it again, and again. Walter was not satisfied until over two feet of the spike had penetrated the girl.
He knew that her insides would be mangled, and no use to any devil, and yet, even now, she had not asked for God’s help.
Walter told the other two to lift her almost clear of the spike. He placed heavy weights on both of her ankles, weighing over fifty pounds. Then he signalled for her to be dropped.
The spike disappeared deep into her body. He knew she could not live past this, but still the devil had not been taken from her. Still she had not asked God for help and forgiveness. Obviously, the Devil had a great hold on the people of today.
He turned from Karen’s lifeless body to consult his lists.
Mary. She was a prostitute on the north end of town. . not only was she encouraging men to use her body, they were paying her for the privilege. She would soon learn that this was God’s earth, not the Devils.
Walter didn’t even watch as Karen was lowered and released. Brian and Stuart slowly lowered her into the bath of acid that would eradicate everything about her.
He had Mary to think about.
The Inquisition had arisen, and Walter was its new leader. He would not rest until the world was returned to God.
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