Mark Kee
Magistrate
Okay, folks, things start getting a little more lurid in this chapter.
Chapter Three
On the appointed day, he arrived at Jennifer’s grand mansion at the agreed-upon hour. Jennifer introduced him to the the humble servant woman whose name was Jane. She explained that her conscience was bothering her because she had helped Jane avoid punishment for her treachery and therefore allowed her to continue her criminal ways in the home of a neighbor. Jane stood silent with her eyes fixed on the floor. Jennifer hardly looked at her, directing her comments to Jack. She suggested that the only solution was for her to be punished.
Jack took it from there. He escorted Jane into the room set aside for his plan. He had earlier set it up with devices that might be used for her punishment. Once they were in the room he quizzed Jane about her religious beliefs. She professed to be an honest woman and that the one indiscretion stood in complete contrast to her steadfast and honest work. She said she prayed to Jesus for strength and forgiveness.
He then spoke about the sufferings of Jesus and his death on the cross. He elaborated the diabolical tortures that the Romans had inflicted on the body of the savior. He described in detail what happens when someone is scourged, how the skin is ripped by the metal pieces attached to the tails and how the victim is essentially flayed as the scourging continues. She cringed in horror as he related more gruesome details. He told her how the horrible whip even tears into the muscle beneath the skin, sometimes exposing bone. Jane put her hands over her eyes as if his graphic description had created an image of the gory scene right before her.
He spoke of the crown of thorns shoved down mercilessly on his head. He spoke of the long walk to Golgotha and the nailing of his hands and feet once there. He spoke of the long suffering Jesus had while hanging there on that device designed to slowly torture a person to death.
Jane sobbed and held her hands to her face as he spoke. Then he grabbed her by the wrists and stared into her tear-filled eyes.
“What suffering have you ever done compared to that of our Lord?” he asked.
“None,” she answered.
“So, you come here before me with the mark of sin still on you having failed to compensate for your crime?”
“What can I do?”
“Ah, it is good that you ask, for I have the means here for you to inflict punishment on yourself. You may do so knowing that God in heaven is watching you and approving of your voluntary efforts to pay for your sins, which include, by the way, not just the theft, but the deception and the long weeks spent in comfort, giving no thought to what Jesus had done to atone for the sins of mankind.
He then had her stand and pull down the top of her gown. Her ample breasts were still firm and he saw that she was, indeed, a bit stocky, and strong enough to endure heavy punishment. He then handed her a flogging whip and told her that she must do to herself what the Romans had done to Jesus.
She hesitated a moment and then flung the lash over her left shoulder. The tips of the several leather strands fell with a smack on the middle of her back just below the shoulder blade. Jack walked around to have a look at the brightening red welt. Then he told her to continue.
She whipped herself thoroughly with one hand and then the other so that soon her back was full of welts and weals. A few small rivulets of blood made their way down from wounds on her shoulders. Finally, her knees trembled and gave out, leaving her prostrate on the floor. Jack wanted to take the whip and thrash her hard, but he held himself back. He bent down and spoke to her.
“Remember that they whipped Jesus with thongs designed to lacerate his skin,” he said in a near whisper. “This whip is simply leather tails, much softer than whips generally used for punishment. But even those used in prisons are nothing compared to what the Romans used on Jesus. Do you think you have suffered even a small part of what he had to endure?”
She shook her head and then brought herself up off the floor. Jack now brought a metal beam of about a meter in length and set it on the floor. On top of the beam were teeth like those of a saw, only spaced out a bit more. He then pulled her over before it and brought down a rope that had been run through an iron ring secured in a beam above them. An equal length hung from each side. He grabbed one end and wrapped the rope tightly around her wrists, but did not tie the loose ends into a knot. He placed them in her hands.
“You can end this punishment anytime you want, as you can see you are not tied. You can quickly undo these binds. The rope is here mainly to support you and allow you to pull yourself up now and then to alleviate the pain in your feet.”
With these words, he pulled the other end of the rope, which traveled through the ring above, dropping frayed bits of hemp on the area below. He then tied the end of the rope to a ring set into the wall. He could see that she was now standing on her soles, her heels slightly raised off the floor. He pushed the beam over to her and set it so that the row of teeth was just below each foot. Standing on her toes, the sharp barbs did not touch her, but if she lowered herself a little the blades would prick her skin in the area of the instep, between the sole and heel. If she fully lowered herself the blades would cut into her flesh painfully.
He then sat in a chair in front of her with a glass of wine and watched her struggle. She valiantly tried not to lower her feet, but the muscles in her calves cramped and burned, demanding relief. Each time she came down, the pain in her legs lessened, but the flesh on the bottoms of her feet sunk into the waiting barbs and she let out a cry of anguish.
“Remember how long Jesus hung on his cross,” Jack shouted. “He had nails through his feet, not little teeth that merely prick your soles. He also suffered from nails through his hands. Imagine what it must have felt like to pull yourself up on the cross under those conditions.”
Jane moaned and squirmed and let out a deep breath and then went down again. The only thing that kept the blades from driving deeper into her feet was that the height of her suspension would not allow her heels to fully reach the ground. Still, blood was now oozing from her wounds and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Jack stood up and walked back and forth in front of her. In his mind he was whipping her hard as she hung there.. It was a sublime image, but he knew he dared not fall to that temptation. As much pain as this woman was feeling, he thought, she is bringing it on herself. Her devotion to Jesus has caused her to inflict torture on her own body. I am merely providing her guidance and some devices to assist her in her spiritual journey.
A moment later, Jane collapsed and the blades tore her feet again. He saw that the ropes were coming loose and realized that she had fainted and would soon fall. He rushed over and took her in his arms. He could feel the raised welts on her back as he guided her away from the beam with its threatening teeth. With one hand he loosened the rope wound around her wrists and then, grasping her tightly with his other hand, he lowered her to the floor. He then took some water from a bowl and splashed it in her face. She gasped and shuttered as she sat up, her eyes looking about like a wild creature trapped in a cage.
“You have done well today,” he said. “But I fear there is a lot more punishment required. Perhaps we can wait until next week for that.”
She shook her head in agreement and rubbed her feet with her hands. Her wrists were red from the rope that had rubbed against the flesh while she was suspended. Her back had stopped bleeding and Jack came over with a small towel which he had dipped in the water. He gently applied it to the wounds on her back and she winced whenever he touched a particularly painful welt. He felt compassion for her at this moment and wanted to kiss her. He wanted to bandage her torn feet and put ointment on her back. He also wanted to rape her. But now Jennifer entered the room and walked over to look at the results of the session. She nodded with approval as she examined Jane’s back and then Jack showed her the bloody feet.
“I already told her she will need at least a few more session to fully pay for her sins,” he told Jennifer loud enough to make sure Jane also heard.
“That will be fine,” said Jennifer. “I want to help her achieve salvation and I know she is fervent enough and strong enough to do it.”
Jane then dressed herself, thanked both of them for their help and then walked slowly and painfully out the door. It would be a long walk back to the house where she was employed and given a bed to sleep in. Her shoes protected her from the rocks on the rough road, but every time she put her weight on them it felt as if she were walking on flames.
Back at the room that had now been inaugurated as the torture chamber, Jack and Jennifer were embraced on a mattress that had been placed on the floor in a far corner. Both of them had been thrilled by Jane’s agony and the sight of her blood. They rolled together as two animals in a death struggle might, intoxicated by the sight of another person’s suffering.
Chapter Three
On the appointed day, he arrived at Jennifer’s grand mansion at the agreed-upon hour. Jennifer introduced him to the the humble servant woman whose name was Jane. She explained that her conscience was bothering her because she had helped Jane avoid punishment for her treachery and therefore allowed her to continue her criminal ways in the home of a neighbor. Jane stood silent with her eyes fixed on the floor. Jennifer hardly looked at her, directing her comments to Jack. She suggested that the only solution was for her to be punished.
Jack took it from there. He escorted Jane into the room set aside for his plan. He had earlier set it up with devices that might be used for her punishment. Once they were in the room he quizzed Jane about her religious beliefs. She professed to be an honest woman and that the one indiscretion stood in complete contrast to her steadfast and honest work. She said she prayed to Jesus for strength and forgiveness.
He then spoke about the sufferings of Jesus and his death on the cross. He elaborated the diabolical tortures that the Romans had inflicted on the body of the savior. He described in detail what happens when someone is scourged, how the skin is ripped by the metal pieces attached to the tails and how the victim is essentially flayed as the scourging continues. She cringed in horror as he related more gruesome details. He told her how the horrible whip even tears into the muscle beneath the skin, sometimes exposing bone. Jane put her hands over her eyes as if his graphic description had created an image of the gory scene right before her.
He spoke of the crown of thorns shoved down mercilessly on his head. He spoke of the long walk to Golgotha and the nailing of his hands and feet once there. He spoke of the long suffering Jesus had while hanging there on that device designed to slowly torture a person to death.
Jane sobbed and held her hands to her face as he spoke. Then he grabbed her by the wrists and stared into her tear-filled eyes.
“What suffering have you ever done compared to that of our Lord?” he asked.
“None,” she answered.
“So, you come here before me with the mark of sin still on you having failed to compensate for your crime?”
“What can I do?”
“Ah, it is good that you ask, for I have the means here for you to inflict punishment on yourself. You may do so knowing that God in heaven is watching you and approving of your voluntary efforts to pay for your sins, which include, by the way, not just the theft, but the deception and the long weeks spent in comfort, giving no thought to what Jesus had done to atone for the sins of mankind.
He then had her stand and pull down the top of her gown. Her ample breasts were still firm and he saw that she was, indeed, a bit stocky, and strong enough to endure heavy punishment. He then handed her a flogging whip and told her that she must do to herself what the Romans had done to Jesus.
She hesitated a moment and then flung the lash over her left shoulder. The tips of the several leather strands fell with a smack on the middle of her back just below the shoulder blade. Jack walked around to have a look at the brightening red welt. Then he told her to continue.
She whipped herself thoroughly with one hand and then the other so that soon her back was full of welts and weals. A few small rivulets of blood made their way down from wounds on her shoulders. Finally, her knees trembled and gave out, leaving her prostrate on the floor. Jack wanted to take the whip and thrash her hard, but he held himself back. He bent down and spoke to her.
“Remember that they whipped Jesus with thongs designed to lacerate his skin,” he said in a near whisper. “This whip is simply leather tails, much softer than whips generally used for punishment. But even those used in prisons are nothing compared to what the Romans used on Jesus. Do you think you have suffered even a small part of what he had to endure?”
She shook her head and then brought herself up off the floor. Jack now brought a metal beam of about a meter in length and set it on the floor. On top of the beam were teeth like those of a saw, only spaced out a bit more. He then pulled her over before it and brought down a rope that had been run through an iron ring secured in a beam above them. An equal length hung from each side. He grabbed one end and wrapped the rope tightly around her wrists, but did not tie the loose ends into a knot. He placed them in her hands.
“You can end this punishment anytime you want, as you can see you are not tied. You can quickly undo these binds. The rope is here mainly to support you and allow you to pull yourself up now and then to alleviate the pain in your feet.”
With these words, he pulled the other end of the rope, which traveled through the ring above, dropping frayed bits of hemp on the area below. He then tied the end of the rope to a ring set into the wall. He could see that she was now standing on her soles, her heels slightly raised off the floor. He pushed the beam over to her and set it so that the row of teeth was just below each foot. Standing on her toes, the sharp barbs did not touch her, but if she lowered herself a little the blades would prick her skin in the area of the instep, between the sole and heel. If she fully lowered herself the blades would cut into her flesh painfully.
He then sat in a chair in front of her with a glass of wine and watched her struggle. She valiantly tried not to lower her feet, but the muscles in her calves cramped and burned, demanding relief. Each time she came down, the pain in her legs lessened, but the flesh on the bottoms of her feet sunk into the waiting barbs and she let out a cry of anguish.
“Remember how long Jesus hung on his cross,” Jack shouted. “He had nails through his feet, not little teeth that merely prick your soles. He also suffered from nails through his hands. Imagine what it must have felt like to pull yourself up on the cross under those conditions.”
Jane moaned and squirmed and let out a deep breath and then went down again. The only thing that kept the blades from driving deeper into her feet was that the height of her suspension would not allow her heels to fully reach the ground. Still, blood was now oozing from her wounds and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Jack stood up and walked back and forth in front of her. In his mind he was whipping her hard as she hung there.. It was a sublime image, but he knew he dared not fall to that temptation. As much pain as this woman was feeling, he thought, she is bringing it on herself. Her devotion to Jesus has caused her to inflict torture on her own body. I am merely providing her guidance and some devices to assist her in her spiritual journey.
A moment later, Jane collapsed and the blades tore her feet again. He saw that the ropes were coming loose and realized that she had fainted and would soon fall. He rushed over and took her in his arms. He could feel the raised welts on her back as he guided her away from the beam with its threatening teeth. With one hand he loosened the rope wound around her wrists and then, grasping her tightly with his other hand, he lowered her to the floor. He then took some water from a bowl and splashed it in her face. She gasped and shuttered as she sat up, her eyes looking about like a wild creature trapped in a cage.
“You have done well today,” he said. “But I fear there is a lot more punishment required. Perhaps we can wait until next week for that.”
She shook her head in agreement and rubbed her feet with her hands. Her wrists were red from the rope that had rubbed against the flesh while she was suspended. Her back had stopped bleeding and Jack came over with a small towel which he had dipped in the water. He gently applied it to the wounds on her back and she winced whenever he touched a particularly painful welt. He felt compassion for her at this moment and wanted to kiss her. He wanted to bandage her torn feet and put ointment on her back. He also wanted to rape her. But now Jennifer entered the room and walked over to look at the results of the session. She nodded with approval as she examined Jane’s back and then Jack showed her the bloody feet.
“I already told her she will need at least a few more session to fully pay for her sins,” he told Jennifer loud enough to make sure Jane also heard.
“That will be fine,” said Jennifer. “I want to help her achieve salvation and I know she is fervent enough and strong enough to do it.”
Jane then dressed herself, thanked both of them for their help and then walked slowly and painfully out the door. It would be a long walk back to the house where she was employed and given a bed to sleep in. Her shoes protected her from the rocks on the rough road, but every time she put her weight on them it felt as if she were walking on flames.
Back at the room that had now been inaugurated as the torture chamber, Jack and Jennifer were embraced on a mattress that had been placed on the floor in a far corner. Both of them had been thrilled by Jane’s agony and the sight of her blood. They rolled together as two animals in a death struggle might, intoxicated by the sight of another person’s suffering.