Chapter V – Forced Confession
The rapes rob me of the will and the strength. They haunt me in my dreams; again and again I see the guys in front of me, hear their words, smell their cocks, taste their semen and wake up frightened.
Picture: Hildegard is haunted by depressing memories of her abuse
But suddenly my torture continues and they are dragging me out of my chamber. I am thrust into another cruel reality, which I unfortunately cannot avoid, any more than I cannot avoid the many unwanted visits.
When the inquisitor realizes that semen is dripping out of my pussy, he looks at me in disgust. "Admit, you seduced the guards! It is a crime…" I protest, "I was raped." Then he yells at me: "Of course you seduced them... No man would voluntarily fuck a stinking witch!"
Actually, I would like to say "The rush was quite large even without seduction ..." But intimidated, I remain silent. The gray-haired man smiles wickedly.
They tie me spread out wide with my arms to the ceiling and my feet to heavy iron rings on the floor. Then they drag a frightened, naked woman past me into another chamber. "A thief who refuses to admit what she has done," the inquisitor says casually. "We have to take care of them first ..."
Picture: Waiting for torture also brings anguish and horror...
They leave me naked and spread out in the torture chamber, but I can hear the screams and wailing of the accused thief up close. I'm totally scared, but they keep me waiting. Suddenly I can't hear any more and continue to wait, freezing. When they finally come back, my heart is pounding wildly.
“Well, have you been waiting impatiently for us, witch? Now it's your turn ... but we won't treat you as gently as we did with the thief!” The two torturers laugh out loud, the inquisitor smiles underhandedly and looks at me.
Finally he says: “You are standing so beautifully with your legs apart ... it's time to burn your muff down. Your thick pubic hair is not fitting for a witch!"
I am deeply scared. I can already see one of the two torturers approaching me with a small torch, while the other guy grabs my hips from behind and holds on to them.
"Oh please don't ..." Before I make my request, the torturer holds the flame between my legs. I can't move, but I twitch and moan. Immediately I feel the burning heat on my sensitive pussy. Moments later it crackles and hisses; my pubic hair catches fire and ignites with a blue flame. The flame turns yellow and slowly continues to eat its way through the hair above my pussy.
Pictures: Spread out helplessly, Hildegard's pubic hair is burned with a torch
Biting pain seizes me, I feel panic. I scream and rage, I'm pulling the ropes, I could go crazy... Unimpressed, the torturer carefully burns off all the hair between my legs with his torch. I only gasp, can no longer scream, but my whole body is shaking.
The inquisitor says with a smile, “Calm down, girl! Some grilled pussy is a taste for the fire at the stake... Now you can no longer hide the place of your sin from us... This is a good reason to make a confession!"
"I'm not a witch," I say in a weak voice. "If you continue to be unreasonable, then you have to feel the seriousness of the torture now and drink the pain!" He replies in a hard voice.
They tie my hands behind my back and tie them with a rope that hangs from the ceiling; then they slowly pull your arms higher and higher. I stand on tiptoe, but they keep pulling the rope. My shoulders first tense, then they hurt, and soon I'll have to scream.
I beg, “Stop, please stop” But they pull my arms up until I run out of breath. The inquisitor tells me mercilessly and coldly, "Today I want to hear your confession, before that you will not find a rest."
Pictures: The prelude to the strappado (from the side and from the back)
They let go a bit of the rope, but the pain in my shoulders makes me howl. With my arms drawn up behind my back, I have to bend forward. My beautiful breasts droop. That provokes the inquisitor and the torturers, my boobs are exposed to them without protection. They just speak contemptuously of my ‘witch tits’.
“Do you want to seduce us with your naughty tits too, witch? The way you let your big boobs hang in front of our eyes is indecent. As a punishment we will now torture your witch tits.” “No, please don't! I can't help it!” My pleading is in vain.
Alternately, one of the torturers hits my stuck out bottom with a cane from behind, the other hits my sagging boobs with a biting leather strap. I am still hanging in agony with my arms on the rope and every slight movement brings roaring pain to my shoulders. It's indescribable...
“It's fun to see how your witch tits dance and turn beautiful red,” one guy says meanly.
I can feel fire in my breasts, but that is still not enough. A little later they are squeezing my boobs between two wooden hangers that they tighten with screws. My breasts bulge hard; they first turn red, then blue.
The inquisitor stares at my bruised tits and says viciously: "It seems to me that your nipples are still filled with sinful lust ... Look how they stick out naughty and excitedly... But now your teats will atone for their unbridled desire!"
I'm desperate. They open the hangers again a little until the blood flows back into my boobs. But with the blood comes pain; I moan. Viciously they hit my nipples with a thin stick; they pierce the hard buds crosswise with hot needles, and finally pinch them terribly with pliers. The pain is cruel; it robs me of my senses. I moan more than I scream.
Picture: Hildegard's breasts are brutally squeezed while being tortured
"Still no confession?" I just shake my head. It's crazy that I'm still not giving up. Hope dies last... And I still hope I could endure this torture after I already suffered so much pain.
My tits are freed from the breast press, but the pain is throbbing in them. I am very dazed.
My arms are pulled up further until I'm hanging freely. It's brutal, I pant and groan. Then they let me swing slowly up and down with my arms drawn backwards. The pain almost makes me go insane.
Suddenly my shoulders crunch, suddenly my arms are dislocated. The pain is indescribable. Right now I know this is hell; the devil wants to test me but I am too weak for this cruel exam.
Picture: Strappado – slowly swinging up and down, Hildegard is feeling hell in her shoulders
I gasp, in pain I can only moan, not even scream. When they release the tension a little, I screech in pain. I would have done anything to end it ... But they continue to torture me, the torturers licking my body with the flames of their torches. I squirm, but the agony in my shoulders makes me yowl.
After all, I confess to unimaginable crimes that I have never committed, that I couldn't commit.
"Yes, I am a witch ..." these are the words of liberation from torture, but also the words of my downfall. I actually said the unspeakable!
My shoulders are roughly adjusted again. I have to scream in pain. But the interrogation continues. I feel willless and broken.
In my distress I tell what occurs to me, because if I keep silent, they threaten to continue the torture. "I gave myself to the devil on a full moon night; yes, I always rode out when the moon was full..." I tell a lot more ... I tell so that I would not be tortured. But they want to know all about my evil magic against my fellow men.
I don't know what to confess when I can't do magic. "We'll make it easy for you; tell us how you snatched away the will of the man with whom you were caught in fornication in the barn... Don't forget to describe your seduction skills and the magic potion you used."
Of course it was the other way around, he made me mindless with a lot of wine, but that wasn't really a magic potion. I take a rest from the torture and start talking. I think about how I could actually have seduced the man. But actually you don't need any great seduction skills; it is enough to lift your skirt... But I decorate the thing: I tell of a dance in the barn; of kisses; of my breasts falling out of my untied shirt; about the wine, the effect of which I had enhanced with berries that I gathered under the moonlight. I tell about my skirt, which I let slide higher and higher; about my pussy, which eagerly absorbed the man's cock and later his semen while I was sitting on him riding him... I confess that I felt great lust... In reality, I was far too drunk for any kind of pleasure.
The inquisitor is very pleased, but he wants to hear more sorcery and evil deeds for me to confess. When I’m stubborn, they pull me up by the arms again and they hit me hard on my bum with a cane. My ass hurts so much; I twitch and dance but the pain in my shoulders is roaring.
Then they put things in my mouth and I confess everything they want to hear… I prepared poison for the well, made the miller's wife sick with dark magic, poisoned the farmer Siegfried's cattle, and let the child of the tailor Maria die after giving birth...
The torture must finally stop; I'm too weak to fight
. I'm still bent over, my breasts hanging and my arms behind my back on the rope. They threaten me to pull myself up to the ceiling again... And so I have confessed to all the many lies and untruths, although I know that these confessions will mean my downfall...
When they bring me back to my cell, I am at the end of my tether, I am completely exhausted. I just want to die, but I am very afraid of the pyre.
The skin in the area of my pussy is cancerous red; it burns like after severe sunburn, it stinks of burnt hair. My shoulders also remain a place of agony, with every movement I twitch in pain. My breasts are not doing much better...
I'm only slowly regaining my strength in the next few days. I ponder the madness that I have stood in my distress. Instead of confirming my confession, I withdraw. But my irrationality only leads to a particularly excruciating new torture.
"You will regret your stubbornness," the inquisitor tells me.
They fill my body with water. They painfully fill my stomach through a funnel that reaches into my throat. I have to swallow, swallow, and swallow, again and again. I can't even say, "Stop it, I confess!" It's so terrible; they keep pouring water into the funnel. I think that I should die. I swallow and choke and swallow again. I can only breathe when I swallow everything.
Pictures: Hildegard has to endure a terrible water torture
When they finally stop, my stomach hurts terribly, my belly feels about to burst. I feel so miserable and so weak... I confess again that I am a witch, that I fornicate with the devil. I acknowledge all of the atrocities as a witch that they read to me from my last confession.
I also repeat my false confessions to the priest and the judge. My trembling hand can barely hold the pen with which I am supposed to sign. They put a piece of paper in front of me with a text I cannot read. I just want the torture to stop forever. It's my death sentence, I know that.
When the trial is over, I will be taken back to the dungeon and left alone. My stomach is still painful; I have to pee again and again... Often I can't even make it to the little bucket in my chains and just piss in the straw. I lie in the damp straw, I sob and cry.