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The Museum of Inquisition

By: Michael Alexander

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Breanne stepped off the small tour bus and looked up at the imposing building.Its large stone walls seemed to tower over her petite frame, looming like athundercloud on the horizon. She lifted her sunglasses, and moved forward,allowing Professor Williams to exit and move to the front of the group. Hiscoifed hair stood still despite the cool breeze and his tweed suit, which hesaid made him feel more European, looked sharp and respectable.

She pushed her auburn hair back from her eyes and allowed the chill briskwind to whip it backward away from her face. Her hands dug their way downwardinto the heavy coat pockets, tightening into tense fists as she caught herfirst sight of the imposing edifice in front of her.

The other fifteen American students gathered at the foot of the steps, studyingthe new surrounding as would any young college student on tour, taking in theGermanic signs that only two of their group could actually read, much lesspronounce. Breanne was grateful that English seemed almost as prevalent, andhad been throughout most of their European tour, as each country's native language.

The sign on the building in front of them was in English however, and Brewondered what group of sick people had decided that a museum of historicaltorture was something that needed to be created. Professor Williams led theway up the gray stone steps, pressing a small button to the right of the heavywooden doors. Bre shivered as she heard the light buzzing noise, so commonin the old world, her mind missing the pleasant chimes of home.

The gargantuan door opened quickly and a fair haired man in a black suitappeared, smiling warmly at her professor. Williams and the man shook hands,speaking rapidly in German. Breanne shivered, a sudden image of the man dressedin uniform black, holding a whip, with the Nazi swastika emblazoned on onearm. She shook her head to clear it of the image. Bre's heart skipped a beatas the fair haired man looked directly at her and smiled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have the honor to introduce to you Herr Schumann,the curator of the museum. He is an old and dear friend of mine, and he hasvery graciously allowed us to have access to the museum for the entire day,privately. Mr. Schumann is, like me, a professor of medieval history. I suggestthat all of you take advantage of his unique knowledge during the tour."

" Gutentag . Welcome to the Museum of Inquisition.I realize that some of you feel very strongly about this subject, as do I.Perhaps you wonder why we would create such a monument to something so atrocious.That reason is quite simple. So it won't happen again, to anyone. The museumserves as that reminder."

Breanne felt the cold breeze and sudden gust sent a freezing draft underthe wool skirt she wore. She pulled her hands from her pockets and folded herarms across her chest, pulling her coat closed over her blouse. She forcedherself to concentrate on Mr. Schumann's words, but a tiny sliver of fear hadcrept into her soul. She balked. This place was evil.

"Follow me please." Instructed Mr. Schumann, turning into the building.

The other students pushed past Breanne, who followed slowly and last. ProfessorWilliams stood at the door, watching as his cadre of pupils entered. He smiledat Breanne who stared impassively at a hand lettered sign that had been hungon a particularly ugly nail.

"It says 'Closed for Private Tour', Bre. There's nothing to worry about." ProfessorWilliams said, his face creasing into a smile. He placed his hand on her shoulderand gave her a gentle squeeze. "Come on."

Breanne followed the other students into the museum, entering a large hallway.Stands of armor stood gleaming in the shadows, reflecting glimmers of lightfrom a high up window above the door, each holding some gruesome instrumentof death. A few richly colored tapestries adorned the walls, along with a signand an arrow which Breanne's broken German read as "Restroom".

"Gather round everyone." Called out Herr Schumann who stood before a glassdisplay case. Breanne moved forward, gazing past the German professor at thepictures in the case.

"In the case behind me you can see quite a few pictures of some of our exhibits.The medieval time period was one of fear, pain, and much poverty. Many of thedevices you will see today were used to obtain confessions of guilt for crimessuch as theft, murder, and heresy." Herr Schumann looked down, folding hishands. "Some of you may not be prepared to face these exhibits. This windowfaces the darkest sides of human kind. Everyone has this side, it's just thatmost of you have the morals and ethical will to never let it out. The journeywe take today, examines not only the past, but your future as well. If anyoneprefers, they may remain here in the hall, and not tour the facility." Hiseyes seemed to stare directly at Breanne.

Bre felt a trembling and she took an involuntary step back, bumping intoProfessor Williams. He reached out, steadying her as she gasped, flinching.

"I don't want to go, Professor! Please? Let me stay here?" Breanne said,her words rushing outward. The other students all stared at her outburst.

Professor Williams's brow creased downward but then he nodded, a reassuringsmile on his face. "Of course, Breanne. I understand. There is a nice benchright over there." He pointed back toward the main door. "If you will justwait for us right there. It will be a couple hours though."

Breanne nodded, a feeling of intense relief flooding though her. "Yes sir,thank you so much. I brought a book. I'll be okay." Her words still tumbled.

Herr Schumann looked on, his face beaming at the group. "Any one else?" Noone moved to join Breanne. "Very well. Then if the rest of you will followme." Mr. Schumann turned and stepped away from the case and moved down thehall, turning right into an open doorway. The echoing footsteps of Breanne'sclassmates grew softer and then stopped, yielding to the droning murmur ofSchumann's lecture.

Breanne stood alone in the hall, turning, examining the tapestries. It wasn'tlong before her admiration for the colors and weaving moved to disgust. Allof the pictures were of executions, horrible bloody ones. Finally, she movedover to the bench, seating herself and opening her backpack, removing a nowbattered paperback of Longfellow's poetry she had purchased when they werein London. She focused on the words, allowing the prose to remove the trepidationshe had felt.

A sound from the restroom doorway startled her and she raised her eyes tosee a dark haired woman dressed in a janitor's outfit exit the restroom. Herhands held a bucket filled with cloths and cleaner. Breanne's eyes met oncewith the woman, but then returned to the book, trying to ignore the cleaninggirl.

For several minutes the girl wiped her cloth over several stand of armor,making the already gleaming steel shine. Breanne watched her out of the cornerof her eye as the woman circled round until she was standing by the bench,her bucket in hand. The woman took out a small bottle hand labeled "polish" whichBreanne thought odd since it was in English. The woman reached down to thebench and Breanne began to scoot farther away, the pungent scent of the polishirritating.

It happened suddenly, Breanne's cry being cut off by the polishing rag.Her hands reached up, scrabbling and scratching against the cleaning woman'sarms, trying desperately to pull the soaked cloth away. Bre's lungs felt asif they were on fire and she tried to drag a clear breath, choking on the bitterfumes that filled her lungs. Her eyes blurred and she felt her strength draining.She quavered one final time before toppling into the cleaning woman's arms.

"I hope all of you have found this exhibit of death implements interesting.Human kind as always achieved great progress in two areas: medicine and inflictingdeath. Take for example, your own country's dropping of two nuclear bombs.We, as a species, have become even more adept at the taking of life." SaidHerr Schumann sadly.

"Executions were almost always public. The gallows, the burning at the stake,and the other panoramas you have viewed should have demonstrated how disciplinewas kept, how such painful deaths were an incentive not to break the law." Hewaved his hand. "But enough of this; we are ready to move to another exhibit,one I think you will find enlightening and perhaps even enjoyable. The nextroom showcases the equipment used during the Spanish Inquisition, along withvarious other devices used on the continent. These devices were not designed,at least for the most part, to kill the occupant, merely to cause pain in variousamounts."

Herr Schumann looked around at the students, seeing their rapt faces. "Aswell as causing pain, many of these devices were sexual in nature, as sexualintercourse was viewed negatively by the church. Women were frequently fittedwith chastity belts, some of a horrific nature, which you will see." Schumannpaused.

"Today, because of your visit, I have arranged for a special guest. Thereis a young lady who is familiar with experiencing these types of tortures,and despite their painful nature, finds a certain amount of sexual releasein them. I have often felt that the best way to understand these medieval tormentswas to witness them in action. If you feel unable or unwilling to witness thisexhibit, I invite you to remain here in this section until the rest of theclass is finished. Nudity must not offend you. Does anyone wish to remain here?" Shumanasked the audience. Not a single student declined.

"Very well then, if you will all follow me." Herr Schumann said, openingthe door and leading the group into a dimly lit room. Several spot lights illuminatedodd looking wooden shapes, each with leather straps and metal rings embedded.Herr Schumann approached the very first exhibit.

"This exhibit is known as a St. Andrew's Cross. It is in the shape of theletter 'X' and was primarily used to immobilize prisoners who were to be tortured." Mr.Schumann pressed a small button and a few more lights illuminated the scene. "Thewall behind the cross is decorated with an assortment of whips and floggers.As you can plainly see, some of these devices were not just mere strips ofcloth, but more harsh punishment tools. Ah! Our volunteer has arrived."

The entire class, including both professors turned as a small door marked " Eintrittverboten " opened. A dark haired woman wearing a professionalwomen's suit entered leading an auburn haired college aged girl into theroom. She was blindfolded, with a heavy thick black cloth draped aroundher head, and her mouth was stuffed with a dark red ball gag that was strappedon. She wore a heavy red robe, tied in the front, and she stumbled slowlyas the dark haired women pulled her forward.

"Let me introduce to you all to my assistant, Frauline Richter. And of courseour beautiful volunteer, Liesel." Schumann smiled deeply. "Frauline, if youwill please secure Liesel to the cross, we will begin the demonstration."

Frauline Richter again pulled the girl, moving her toward the cross in stumblinghalting steps. The girl's bare feet slapped loudly against the stone untilshe swayed in front of the cross. Her limbs were limp at her sides as the fraulineuntied the robe, pulling the crimson cloth apart and pushing it off the girlsshoulders.

Everyone gasped as the naked breasts and sex of Liesel were exposed in theharsh museum light. Large soft creamy mounds, swelling slightly with each breath,capped with huge pink nipples, seemed to arouse and titillate the shocked collegestudents. The girls slit was shaved, pink and moist, and having that slightlyred fresh look of a freshly shaven pube.

Frauline Richter pushed her backward, her hand on Liesel's shoulder. Richterstroked each arm, pulling them up one at a time and locking the delicate wristsin large leather cuffs. Metal rings were embedded in the leather and attachedto the outstretched arms of the cross. The tour group watched in wonder asthe seemingly willing volunteer let herself be bound.

Richter pushed the girl's legs apart, repeating the process on her anklesand there was a soft rustle of fabric as the boys in the group all took a stepcloser, the better to see the pink slit exposed by the position. Finally, Richterstepped back and to the side.

"Now, as you can see, the St. Andrew's Cross is unbelievably perfect forsecuring the victim, spreading their bodies so that the torturer has accessto almost all the most devastating parts. The first item that we have to showyou is called a 'pear'." Schumann motioned to Frauline Richter who held upa small metal object, shaped like the fruit.

"The device is very ingenious, working much like a corkscrew. Please watchas Frauline Richter demonstrates. As she turns the crank key located at the'stem' of the pear, the bottom of the bulb begins to spread. It increases insize. As you can see from this model, tiny spikes, built into the base, becomemore prominent." Frauline Richter cranked the device open and then back downto its beginning size.

"Frauline Richter is now going to insert the 'pear' into Liesel's vagina.In medieval times, the female sexual organs were often the primary areas wheretorture was inflicted; however there are documented occurrences where pearswere used anally and on men as well."

Frauline Richter had removed a small tube of clear oil from her jacket pocketand liberally coated the bulbous end of the pear. Slowly, with a gentle backand forth movement, she slipped the pear along the folds of Liesel's sex. Thebound girl gave a desperate muted cry as the cold metal fruit slipped in deep,leaving only the stem crank exposed. Richter turned the key several times andthe girl gave a loud squeal, struggling violently against the leather strapsholding her to the cross.

"As you can see, even a few turns of the key can cause intense discomfortin the victim. Pressure against the vaginal muscles as well on the cervix createsa profound sensation, not to mention those tiny spikes." Schumann chuckled. "Ithink another two turns will do the trick."

Long high pitched cries emanated from the girl's gag as the frauline oncemore bent down and twisted the key. The girl's body shook and a single trailof clear fluid slid down her thigh. The class watched on in rapture as thegirl shook her head back and forth, pumping her loins in an effort to forcethe penetrating device out of its wet hiding hole.

"I think we are ready to move on. The next set of devices that we will demonstratefor you are several of those whips and floggers I mentioned earlier. The firstone is known as a 'cat of nine tails'. It is made of black braided leather,formed into nine duplicate lashes, connected to a single handle. You may noticethe reference to a cat's nine lives?" Schumann chuckled, his laughter low. "FraulineRichter will now demonstrate its use."

The dark haired beauty quickly swung the dark whip across the heaving bosomof Liesel, causing the blindfolded girl to jump against the heavy wooden cross.Red welts appeared crossing her cream colored breasts like a tiger's stripes,her breasts shaking from the impact. A long inarticulate cry came from herthroat as Richter swung again, laying a second pattern of anguishing welts.Richter finished after two more swings.

"As you can see, the Cat of Nine Tails whip was incredibly painful, andused frequently in public punishments. Used properly, it can even cut and abradethe victim's skin. Now of course we won't be doing that to Liesel, but I'msure all of you can imagine it." Schumann smiled again. "The next tool Ms.Richter will demonstrate is known as a sap. This is merely two pieces of leather,with lead weights sewn between, attached to a handle. This particular devicewas popular not just in the medieval period, but even used by law enforcementofficers for four centuries afterward."

Frauline Richter held up a thick leather object that looked like a tinypaddle. After showing it to the class she held it to Liesel's chest and thenquickly began swinging it back and forth, striking both breasts with each swing.The girl stiffened, her mutted voice punctuated with the quick and loud slapson each well curved breast. The class moved forward, watching from around theFrauline as Liesel's red bosom began to turn a darker shade of purple. Herchest heaved and a thin patina of moisture formed over her bound body.

"Excellent, Frauline Richter! I think that's enough. Perhaps another twocranks on the pear would be appropriate now."

She dark suited woman smiled, her grin wicked and she dropped the sap. Herfingers moved between the bound girl's legs and quickly grasped the crank key,turning the mechanism and additional two times. Liesel's body reacted withstartling intensity, straining forward in sudden energy. Her voice, still mutedby the gag, worked to convey her feelings as her buttocks began bouncing backagainst the wooden cross.

"Frauline? If you wouldn't mind, I believe our dear Liesel could use a tasteof the sap against her clit. It would more fully demonstrate the exquisitetorture that combining the cross, the pear, and the sap can accomplish.

Richter didn't even hesitate, quickly bending her knees and swinging thesmall leather paddle violently against the extruding clit of the bound girl.Her body bucked, thrashing back and forth in fierce motions as a torturouscroon escaped from her gag. Over and over the sharp little slaps beat downand the class watched in astonishment as Liesel's clit grew swollen and red.Finally Richter stopped, smiling her pleasure. Liesel slumped in the crossas the beating ended.

"Now, Frauline Richter will release our volunteer and prepare her for thenext demonstration. While she is doing that I would like all of you to examinethis next insidious device…" Herr Schumann's voice faded as he led thestudents across the room. Richter quickly released the bindings on the torturedgirl's legs, cranking the pear closed and removing it with a wet and suddenextraction. The girl jerked in response, but slid back down into the semi consciousstate she was in.

Richter ran her fingers over the bound girls breasts, feeling the stillhot flesh, and enjoying the thick round globes. The frauline released the girl'sarms, pulling her forward in a stumbling, shocked motion. Across the room afew of the students were watching despite Schumann's description of the spikedchair in front of them, and Richter turned the girl's head away, making surethe blindfold stayed in place. The cruel woman leaned in close.

"You don't want them to recognize you? Do you?" She said in a evil whisper.

The girl gave no response and Richter continued to pull her forward, helpingher keep her balance. They moved to another exhibit, dark, and quiet, and Richterlost no time in wrapping a heavy leather belt around the girl's waist.

"Hope that's not too tight, Liesel ." Richter saidquietly. The girl mumbled something that was lost in the ball gag and Richterfinished by tying the ropes to the multitude of rings that were embedded inthe belt. The cuffs had been left on and Richter took a moment to tie a fewadditional lines to each one.

"Ah! I see that Frauline Richter is ready for us. If you will all pleasefollow me?" Schumann announced as the flood lights changed once more, darkeningthe spiked chair and illuminating an odd looking contraption next to the oncemore bound volunteer.

"The next torture device we will be demonstrating. It is know as the Judas'Cradle. As you can see, it is merely a wooden pyramid shaped object. Thesewere made in a multitude of sizes and with various degrees of slope. This wasimportant to what the torturer wanted to inflict on the victim.

"As you can see by Liesel's belt, several ropes were attached to the victim,who was raised into the air above the cradle. Today, for our demonstration,we will use a mechanical pulley system, but as you can see from the illustrationson the wall behind the cradle, it took several strong men to lift up any victim.Frauline Richter will handle the controls."

Suddenly the bound girl was raised up into the air by the belt, a steadymotorized humming filling the room. She groaned as the belt bit up under herribs, holding her up in the air. Each arm and leg sported a rope which snakeddown to four solid weights. When she was several feet from the ground her armsand legs stretched downward, and suddenly her body lifted all four of the heavyweights from the flagstones.

With a single push, Schumann moved the wooden pyramid under the girl, positioningit directly under her groin. He moved her legs apart slightly and the classwatched as the wide pyramid forced the girl's legs further and further apart,until the wooden point was only an inch from the victim's sodden and abusedflower. She tried desperately to support herself, saddling the pyramid withher legs, but it was too difficult to pull the weights attached to her legsupward and each limb snapped back down as the last inch was removed. The classwatched as the tip pressed upward into the girl's sex, spreading and crushingthe lips outward. She bucked, screaming into the gag.

"Now as you can plainly see, the first four centimeters or so of the pyramidhave been inserted into Liesel. Already stretched internally from the pear,Liesel is now having the outer areas of her sex abused. But we are not lettingher entire weight rest upon the pyramid. In the middle ages, victims were raisedand dropped, sometimes from several feet and with much speed, to be gored bythe point. Additionally some of the more cruel cradles sported spikes or othermonstrosities. This particular model was used to provide prolonged torture.It allows the user to dictate almost exactly the amount of pressure placedupon the victim's vagina or anus.

"Liesel is currently feeling a great deal of uncomfortable pressure on hervulva, labia, and even her clitoris. As you can see from her bucking, she isattempting to relieve the pressure in any way possible. This torture is evenused in today's sexual practices, known as the 'wooden pony' which insteadof a pyramid, uses a single board of wood, cut on one side to a point. Thevictim straddles the board, which is positioned slightly lower than the crotchwhen the victim is standing on tip toe. As you can imagine, as the victim growsexhausted, their strength gives out and the drop down upon the board. Thisis exactly what we are inflicting on Liesel, except that Liesel has no choice.She is being dropped down with no choice or relief."

For several minutes the watches as the girl's body endured the biting pressure,her legs scissoring several times, but always returning outward following theslope of the pyramid. One of the boys took out a camera and snapped severalshots of the swollen lips of the girl's sex, spread obscenely wide and mashedoutward. Then the motor hummed again and they watched as her body was raisedback up. Her bruised flower turned bright red as the blood forced out by thepressure returned in a flush. Her legs slowly closed as she rose and her headslumped forward.

"I think that concludes our demonstration of the Judas Cradle. I would likeyou all to give a round of applause to our dear Liesel." Schumann asked politely.The crowd of students clapped loudly, a few of the boys even whistling. Schumanncontinued, "Now if all of you will please follow me we examine our final exhibitwhile Frauline Richter assists Liesel."

The group of students followed Schumann as the lights dimmed and Richterspent a few minutes removing the various ropes and the belt from the batteredgirl's body. Richter caught her as she fell forward, almost unconscious. Richterlowered her to the ground, removing the ankle and wrist cuffs. For severalminutes the dark haired beauty massaged the blindfolded girl's limbs, bringingher back to awareness. Together they stood, the one supporting the other, movingforward to the even now garishly lit final exhibit.

"…from popular culture, it has been a favorite punishment throughout the ages." Herr Schumann said. "And since Liesel is now ready, we willplace her in the stocks." Richter pulled their volunteer forward, facing herback to the crowd, and pushed her forward into the open stocks. With a rapidquickness, Richter bound the girl's wrists and head in the wooden vice, herbody bent in half.

"Excellent. Now humiliation was a major factor in this type of punishment.Stripped in front of strangers, or even people you knew, perhaps flogged, andthen placed in the stocks. Anyone could touch, rape, or sodimize you with noadverse results." Schumann smiled. "Now we come to the 'hands on' portion ofour tour. I invite any of you to come up to the stocks, touch, spank, pinch,or squeeze our little Liesel, on any portion of her body. The only thing Iask is that you not touch her blindfold. Her anonymity is very important toher."

Schumann stepped back and watched as several students stepped forward eagerly.Hands reached forward, carefully squeezing and slapping, as the girl's bodyquivered and jiggled under the onslaught. A few well placed spanks broughtthroaty groans and a number of hands kneaded dangling breasts with gusto. Finally,several penetrating fingers caused a sharp squeal and Schumann called a haltto the humiliating violations.

"I believe that dear Liesel has endured everything she can handle, and Ineed to ask those of you still touching her to cease. Thank you. I hope youall enjoyed Liesel's willingness to endure these torments to demonstrate theirawesome affects. Please give her and Frauline Richter a round of applause fortheir assistant." A torrent of clapping followed as the class applauded forthe bound beauty, still quivering from the sensations she had suffered through,as well as the curator's assistant.

"Now, if you will all follow me to the next gallery, we will observe thelast of the exhibits…" Herr Schumann's voice faded as the group exitedthe room.

Frauline Richter reached behind a small cupboard hidden by the gallery doorand extracted a hypodermic syringe, a cotton ball, and a small bottle. Sheswapped a slick of the bottle's alcohol on the bound girl's bottom, elicitinganother quick cry, before Richter tapped the needle and jammed it deep intothe girl's buttocks. She depressed the plunger, chuckling.

"Nighty, night, Liesel, "

"Breanne! Breanne! Are you alright?" Professor Williams's voice seemed tobe coming from a distance. Breanne groaned as the waves of pain hit her; bringingher out of the darkness.

"Breanne! You need to answer me, honey. You fell of the bench and hit yourhead. Can you hear me?"

Breanne slowly opened her eyes, seeing the face of her professor, alongwith the concerned expressions on her fellow student's faces. She opened hermouth, but her words tumbled out in articulately, a confused mumble. The onlyword that made sense was "hurts".

"She's got a mild bump on the head, but she tumbled pretty hard of the bench,and that book of her jabbed her pretty good. You might want to take her backto your hotel and let her rest." Herr Schumann's voice came through softlyand with concern.

Breanne looked upward seeing Schumann again and her brow creased. Her mouthstruggled to form the words. "I-I-I remember…you." She grimaced as adull throbbing ache arched up through her body, starting in her loins and endingin her breasts.

"What do you remember, Breanne?" Schumann said, his voice suddenly incessantand intense.

Breanne's eyes closed as she struggled. "I don't know. It's all so hazy." Shesaid, her words slurring.

"Well, perhaps you will remember in time. I'm just glad you didn't breakanything when you fell." Schuman turned to Professor Williams. "Seriously,John. Better take this sweet darling and get her some bedrest. The blow tothe head will no doubt give her some strange thoughts over the next few days."

"I just can't believe something like this could happen!" muttered ProfessorWilliams, helping Breanne to her feet, supporting her as she wobbled, clingingto him. He held on to the girl and she over balanced, pushing her breasts intohis arm. She cried out, clutching at her bosom, tears spilling out of her eyes.

"It's all right, Bre. We'll get you back to the hotel." Professor Williamssaid. He turned one last time to Eric Schumann. "Eric, I'm sorry about this.It was a wonderful tour, though I'm still not sure I was prepared for Liesel.Please let her know I hope she recovers fully, and tell her we appreciatedit."

Eric Schumann smiled. "Of course, John. Thanks for coming. I'm sure Lieselis in the best of hands and will recover…eventually. Wiedersehen!Tschus !"

The End

Author's Note:

The Medieval Tortures described in this story were painfully accurate. Thiswas one of the few stories I have completed that I found I needed to actuallyconduct research on. I was astonished by the nature of human cruelty, whichseemed to move far past any sexual interest into what could only be consideredinhumane. I beg of my audience to remember that the contents of this storyare FICTION, and should remain as such. Please be respectful of your partnersneeds. Additionally, any descriptions that are similar to real people or placesare completely accidental and all of the characters are purely in the author'smind.

Erimus simul en aeternum,

Michael Alexander