Capitula V
10 July 1330 a.d.
A black crow spreads its wings, and flies from the top of the highest spire of the castle, away towards the forest. You awake chained in your cell, but on your body there's not a trace of last night's night conquest. In a little while my underlings will come to carry to you the Interrogation Room. From the neighbouring abbey the monks arrive to witness the next stage of the process. Knowing how the sight of a female body in bondage arouses any male, even - perhaps especially! - a monk, with sadistic excitement that makes him want to see that female body experiencing more and more pain, I decide to bring you into the interrogation wearing nothing but a small rag to hide your cunt. The cross on which you'll be hung head downwards is made of two quite thick logs. The horizontal beam is nailed behind the vertical trunk. It's all ready for you in the Interrogation Room, and my assistants tie you onto it, binding your ankles behind the beam so that your buttocks, pressed against the upright, thrust your pudenda forward. Your legs are spread legs wide, your arms tied just above your head, crossed behind the vertical pole. To hide your sexual parts from the sight of the monks I cover them with a small scrap of rag, and on the monks' entrance I can see the excitement that I wanted to provoke is indeed arousing their sadistic desires.
In a process of Inquisition a single law applies: either you're guilty or you're guilty! So you will be condemned and every means must be used to demonstrate your guilt and to inform the opinion of the judge – and also to make you long for an end to your pain. The Prior recites the prescribed prayers and signals to me to begin.
'Our generosity, mercy and tolerance towards you, accused as you are of heresy and witchcraft, have been in the hope that time for reflection and meditation, with the help of a little torment of your flesh, may have induced in your minds a willingness to repent and a desire for absolution. You shall now let us hear how far our true Christian prayers for your salvation have been granted. Do you, Eulalie of York, disown you your heresy? Or do you still adhere unrepenting to that falsehood, because you have sold your soul to the Devil?” “Cursed bastard, you've just tortured all three of us, and destroyed Dalie and Elie, simply to get your fix of sadistic enjoyment from our pain! May the Devil drag you down to the deepest pit of Hell!” "Then we have to conclude that, unfortunately and to our deep sadness, none of our patient couselling has been of any value to you. Still, we are allowed one more short space of time in which to persuade you. Remember, Eulalie of York, that, if you choose, you can still save your soul from Hell and your body from the sentence that now appears almost inevitable. We grant you five days more, during which time we shall endeavour, with every means at our disposal, to persuade you at last to mend your ways, and so save yourself from the flames of Hell! ' “Curse you! Curse you! Curse you! You'll never get what you want from me, because you yourself have come from Hell”. I hit your sex-furrow with a whip, you hurl a cry of pain, the little scrap hiding it falls, revealing to the monks the fissure of your cunt, red from the whiplash. Such a sight excites the monks so greatly that I can see them quivering with desire to see you suffer more.
“Dalie of Haemo, do you disown and ask forgiveness for the sins that you have committed in the past with your excommunicate, heretical companions, and with your girlfriends here, cuddling sexually with them, and taking part in sacrifices to Satan? ” Dalie, cut with a blow to her breast with the whip, yells “No!”, and that is all she says. I hit her with the whip across her pudendum, baring her cunt to them. "Elie the Finn, confess those sins of the flesh that you have committed with your sisters here present, and with those excommunicated heretics Guillaume and Remi, participating like an animal in their orgies?" But terrified Elie doesn't answer me. To punish her silence, I hit her cunt too with the whip and reveal it to the monks.
“Dear holy brother monks, you see that the Devil, once he's got hold of the spirit of a poor girl does not yield it even to the most powerful exorcism? But in the hope that one last effort can finally bring back to us these sinning witches, we shall exercise with all our strength our methods of persuasion for the sake of their redemption. After five days, we shall return to this room in order to carry out in right order the third stage of the judgment.”
The monks return to their abbey, stiff with erections aroused by the show they've attended. After I've dismissed the monks I return to the Interrogation Room. I approach your cross and thrust my hand into your sex, masturbating you. “And so Eulalie desires pain so much that she wants to be tortured even to death?” “You're the Devil himself! But I can ward off your power!”
I make you to accompany me to the first Torture Chamber, in the cellar of the EastTower, where are set out some of the many devices that will torment you from hour to hour and throughout the coming days. I stretch you on a torture table with pulleys at its corners, not lengthwise but sideways. I tie your breasts with two ropes, tightening them so strongly they form two purple spheres. The ropes hang free. I tie rings to your right wrist and ankle to two chains connected to the first pulley, those on your left to the second, so you are shackled with your arms and legs pulled wide. I turn the pulleys to stretch the chains and your body in this bizarre position.
Into your mouth I insert a ring that will prevent you from biting. With my hands I begin to squeeze your breasts to draw out some milk from your tits. I squeeze my hands into your vagina and arse, contracting them to fists, rotating them, pulling them out and pushing them back into your private parts, while from inside the dribble of your vagina begins to flow.
I turn the pulleys outwards, increasing the tension on your shoulder-joints and hips, you begin to yell with pain. Then I take eight large hooks, tied two by two with ropes. I introduce four of them into your arse and four into your cunt. The two pushed up your cunt I then connect, one to the right and the other to the left, onto the chains that are stretching your arms. From the two lower ones, pressed into your arse, I draw the rope under your thighs and connect them to the same chains that are stretching your arms. Next the right hook in your cunt and one of those in your rectum are connected to the chain that stretches your right leg, and the corresponding two are connected to to the chain on the left. I insert a bar between the ropes and turn it, shortening the ropes and expanding your cunt and arse. With a large clamp I grip the bridge of the perineum, and with a smaller clamp your protruding clitoris; with another pair I join your two tits with a rope to the clamp on your clitoris, forming a V. A ring placed at the apex of the V then moved upwards transforms the V into a Y, pulling the three clamps and causing you severe pain.
Now I fix the ropes that are constricting your boobs to the chains that are stretching your arms, and, twisting those ropes with bars, I shorten them and so pull your breasts outwards. This tugs even more painfully at the clamps on your tits and clitoris.
Now I fix a clamp onto your tongue with a heavy metal ball on it, so you can hardly manage to shout any more. With a large twisted nail I torment your urethra repeatedly, turning it inside you. Now I take two special instruments, each formed with seven twisted bars, thicker at their outer ends, fixed to a handle. They are not very wide, because they must be inserted into your cunt and expanded arsehole. I manoeuvre them into your holes, causing you intense pain. You're beginning to piss urine and blood.
Now it's Dalie's turn. She's tied to a metal beam with her legs and the arms spread. I tie thread a loop of rope around her head, not tightening it on her throat but passing it behind the nape of her neck and pulling it upward so as to let her breathe. Thus pulled up from the ground, I masturbate her for some time, then in her cunt and arse I introduce two poles positioned to form an upside down V. These are connected by a leather tape near the apex where there it is pushed into her two holes. When the rope hanging her up is released a little the poles press further into her, but at the same time they compress the internal walls of her rectum and vaginal cavity. She remains hanging like this, stock-still throughout the entire time of torture.
The beautiful Elie is brought close to a hole in the flagstone floor. I make her kneel down, her thighs spread wide, and her arms wide apart too, fixed to rings in the paving. Her head is squeezed down into the hole, and I lock her there with two metal bars on her neck fixed to the floor. So she's in the position of an ostrich hiding its head, her sex and bum raised up high. I masturbate over her beauty for a long time. I bite her holes and then lick them. With two more of the special instruments like those which I have used in you, I begin to torture her internally. She cries in pain as she tries to extract her head from the hole, then at the end of the torment, she too pisses blood and urine.
And so the first stage of your treatment is completed. It'll be enough for the time being. It'll make you understand that, in the days to come, you aren't going to get any peace. Back in your cell my assistants bind you crucified head down, with your legs spread apart, fixed to rings in the stone wall. Here you will await the night visit of your Devil who will be conjured up by the drug I've made you drink!
