Even after hours in suspended in strappado, hours tortured on the rack, and the brutal torment with the Judas Cradle tearing at her arse Princess Laetitia refused to confess to the inquisitors but cautiously avoid saying she did not try to poison her brother. She had argued that the poison was in his room because it was the prince that was poisoning the king and not her.
Prince Tree suspected his sister would not confess yet he needed her permanently silenced before her insistent accusation gains traction. He is quite aware his sister is far more beloved than he even with the elders and clergy.
The inquisitors lock Laetitia in a spiked line chair.
Lady Dana is locked in a cage with irons about her ankles keep her privates lewdly displayed as she sat in the small cage on bars that seem to chew at her pelvic bone.
Maid Anna is in another cage suspended from the arched ceiling equally helpless displayed.
Then Maid Barbaria is brought into the torture chamber in irons that bind her wrists behind her back and the shackles limiting her to rattling short shuffling steps. Her thighs glisten with the sexual juices from her sex and ass.
What a woman will do to become queen! Prince Tree has convinced me to be the decoy to force Laetitia to confess. I am to be put on the rack and force fed whisky from a decanter identical to the one Laetitia had poisoned. He told me I would be stretched to the point of pain and I should resist drinking the whisky and try to spit it out. That part won’t be faked; I’ve tasted the swill he drinks.
Per his instructions I resist being put on the rack. I feel a bit bad about the guard I kneed in his groin but Prince Tree told me to make it look real. It took four guards, all at least half again my size, to get me secured on the rack not counting the one I kneed. I look down my body glistening with sweat from the fight.
I think my resistance looked pretty authentic! One guard starts turning the handle of the reel that takes the slack out of rope tied to my ankles when the guard I kneed pushes him aside and says “This cunt is mine!”
This can’t be good as I watch my knees draw together as my feet are drawn away.
My tight little and shoulder blades slide across the rough wood of the rack’s surface until my arms are drawn straight. The guard is not satisfied and puts more muscle into turning the handles. With each click of the ratchet I feel joints I have never thought about pop. Prince Tree warned me I would feel pain but this is more than I expected as I stretched as far as I can be without something tearing free.
The guard is not ready to stop but the head inquisitor orders him to stop. Thank the gods; Tree must have paid him off! The inquisitor turns to Princess Laetitia and says “It is up to you to spare Maid Barbaria a gruesome death by drinking the poisoned whiskey recovered from Prince Tree’s room. Confess to your crimes now or watch her die!”
“I cannot” she cries.
Fucking stubborn bitch; this means I have to drink some of the crap Tree calls whiskey. I have to make this look good! I fight to keep him from putting the funnel in my mouth while Laetitia begs him not to do so. He yells “Why not; are you afraid this is the decanter of whiskey you attempted to poison your brother with?”
Not answering the question she cries “Maid Barbaria is innocent!”
“Nonsense! We know she had picked up the poison from the chemist! She is no less innocent than you in this scheme!”
“I swear she never fetched poison for me!”
I am somewhat surprised by Princess Laetitia’s defense of me. I had indeed picked up the poison quite often and if she knew where I have just spent the afternoon I doubt she would be so kind. Even though I am roll-playing I find my situation somewhat frightening, certainly painful with my stretched body and the ropes gnawing at my wrists and ankles, and somewhat… um… stimulating. I add to the drama and yell to Princess Laetitia “Please confess! I don’t want to die!”
“I cannot. If I do the prince will get away with murdering my father! I am sorry, Maid Barbaria!”
She is so delusional. I am not going to die and she is going to. I yell “You selfish cunt as an inquisitor puts an iron grip on the sides of my jaw forcing my mouth open and shoving the dirty funnel into my mouth. Damn it, I am going to have to drink some of his swill!
I thought this crap the prince drinks is not easy to swallow sitting up but stretched on my back as I am it is even more difficult! He pours the swill into my mouth. I spit some out but I need air long before I can get all out of my mouth. I swallow some and inhale almost as much. Before I can take a breath my mouth is full again! I have to swallow or drown. My fight is no act. The alcohol burns my throat, lungs, and belly. As he fills my mouth for the third time I realize this is the poisoned decanter of whiskey. My gut heaves as he fills the funnel again. My god, why is Tree doing this to me?
-Maid Barbaria
Barbaria beings puking blood and bile and blood streams from her nose and tear ducts. Her hearing is replaced with a loud ringing in her ears. Laetitia cries “Stop it! You are going to kill her!”
“I assure you we already have done so. It is only a matter of time before she expires, Laetitia” the inquisitor says. Now do you wish to confess or pick if Maid Anna or Lady Dana is next on the rack?”
I cannot blame them… Anna and Dana plead for their lives while the ropes holding Barbaria’s arms and legs are slackened so they can see the pain-driven gyrations of Barbaria’s death throes. The inquisitor repeats “Do you wish to confess or pick if Maid Anna or Lady Dana is next on the rack?”
Dana and Anna both are screaming they only did my bidding. I realize my cause is doomed. I confess not only to the attempted murder of my brother but my father as well. Barbaria still convulses before me…
-Laetitia
Archbishop Wragg enters Prince Tree’s chamber. He offers his ring for Tree to kiss. Tree looks at it with distain and declines the offer. The archbishop says to Tree “I thought you were fond of Maid Barbaria.”
“I was but I will soon be a king. I have no need to settle on a maid. Besides, she was a loose end that had to silenced...”
Tree
He is such a bastard….