Selected for the Cardinal part 12
It took several weeks before the entourage of Cardinal Vicar Ortiz arrived at the cathedral fortress. There was a great amount of pomp and pageantry as the group passed through the town that lay just outside the compound walls. Obviously this was a man who embraced his status of great power. He flaunted it. He held a lofty place in the church and wanted all to know it and fear it.
To make room for Cardinal Vicar Ortiz, Cardinal Alvarez, still in his unconscious state had been moved from his palatial bedroom to a smaller room in the compound. The Cardinal Vicar took two days to rest up from his journey, receive information from Father Cortez and other staff members, and developed his plan of action. He found out that Sigrid was being tortured when Cardinal Alvarez was stricken. When Father Basil died; Sigrid, her sister, and mother had been in the dungeon. He also found out that only five of the original 10 girls had been put to the question by Cardinal Alvarez before he was stricken.
The Cardinal Vicar would start tomorrow with the 5 untouched girls who had been sitting in their cells for the past two weeks, waiting with no idea what was ahead of them. He hoped that he might be able to glean some bits of information from these girls to help him solve this mystery. The holy man gave explicit instructions that his own men would replace the current dungeon crew during his interrogations. After all, they knew his preferences and techniques better than the current torturers and he could be sure of the loyalty of his group. There was much grumbling as all but a few of the dungeon crew were dismissed.
Cardinal Vicar Ortiz knew that time might not be on his side so he ordered all of the five remaining girls prepared in the dungeon to be put to the question simultaneously. He knew that hearing the screams of their friends would loosen the tongue of at least one of the little bitches.
He knew that any information he could extract from these five young women could be instrumental in solving Cardinal Alvarez dilemma as well as condemning the witch Sigrid and her devil worshipping mother and sister. But he also understood that the five girls probably knew nothing but under torture they would say or do anything to stop the pain. In fact he counted on it.
The Cardinal Vicar was pleasantly surprised as he entered the dungeon. As he scanned the vaulted room he was amazed by the beauty of the young women restrained before him. It was a dilemma just to decide who to start with. The well rounded blond Lila , her back to the whipping post, dark haired and long legged Tilde secured in the pillory, big tittied Alice and her red hair ready for strappado, Alice’s twin sister Dora strapped back to the bench, and the saucy brunette Megan tied securely to the rack.
Why not start with the sisters he thought, one will surely confess to save the other. No, not yet. He would save them until last. Let them hear and see what happens to the others . Besides,although time was of the essence, he didn’t want to “rush”this too much. After all, Cardinal Alvarez had taken his mentoring well. Why torture an ugly old woman when it is so much more satisfying to force a confession from a beautiful young woman. Whether they had consorted with the devil or not…their beauty was their sin. He had taught Cardinal Alvarez that there were three ways to break these women; physically, mentally, and carnally.
No, he thought, why not start with the curvaceous blond Lila bound to the whipping post, her titties sticking out begging for his attention. The pretty girl started pleading immediately “No Father please, I have done no wrong. I am so ashamed for you to see me naked. Please don’t hurt me.” The Cardinal Vicar smiled at her. “ We are all naked in the eyes of god, child. I am going to ask you a question. Have you or anyone in your group consorted with the devil?” Quickly she answered “No, oh no Father, never!”
Before she got the last syllable out, the holy mans arm shot out and the tails of his plaited martinet burned across her exposed breasts. Her scream of surprise was short-lived as he quickly repeated his attack on her breasts with a combination of backhand and forehand strokes. By the time he stopped her chest was covered with red wheals and her high pitched screams filled the vaulted space. With tears rolling down her cheeks the girl tried again to plead her case but that only brought more strokes. This time the martinet drew blood in a number of spots, especially the blond’s left nipple that had been split by the hard leather tip of the lash.
The girl, Lila dropped her head and her body began to quiver at the sight of her breasts. “ Well child , will you now confess.” He asked. “But Father , I have done nothing, please stop hurting me.” The Cardinal Vicar reached into a nearby brazier and pulled out a glowing iron. Holding it up before the shrieking doe-eyed girl he slowly pressed it against the tender skin of her thighs. The girls scream was blood curdling and her body spasmed as she fought the scalding pain. Without another word the Cardinal vicar touched the still hot iron across the belly of the crying woman. Lila shrieked like a wounded animal, her shuddering body mercifully losing consciousness.
Cardinal Victor Ortiz knew the girl would confess to anything now, just to avoid more pain. He moved onto the sinewy brunette Meghan now shaking on the rack. He asked her the same questions he had asked Lila just minutes before and like Lila, Meghan pleaded innocence, begging for mercy. The holy man nodded to his assistant, who started to turn the crank, tightening the ropes tied to the girls wrists and ankles. Her body was lifted off the bed of the rack, as her joints started to stretch, bringing a pitiful moan from her lips.
Another turn of the crank and the moans turned to screams as the girl began to beg for the pain to stop. Almost incoherent but still not willing to confess, Meghan felt the tension increase and felt fire in all of her joints. Her screams echoed within the chamber. Another turn of the crank and there was a loud pop as her left elbow exploded in pain and the elbow socket destroyed and tendons ruptured. Like Lila before her Meghan too lost consciousness.
The cardinal smiled to himself. The two young girls were being punished for their beauty and he had three left. If he was able to to get any useful information from the five it would be helpful but he knew deep down that the crux of the problem was Sigrid, her sister, and mother. He would make these five suffer. He would break them physically and mentally and then he would enjoy them carnally. Next he took a birch rod to the pilloried raven haired Tilde, enjoying her screams and capering legs, he blistered the skin from her shoulders to her knee hollows. The sight of her weaving bottom added to his arousal which was now quite evident beneath his robes.
Next he paid his cruel intentions to the twins now stricken with fear after witnessing the brutal chastisement of their friends. He placed a brazier beneath the feet of of the auburn haired Dora strapped to the bench and had her big tittied sister Alice dropped repeated in the strappado. They begged for each other. They begged for themselves. Their screams were music to his ears. Just like the other three, they offered their bodies for release from their pain. But it was his release he was most concerned with. He had broken all of them, body and mind. He felt so powerful. Over the next two hours each young woman would know him carnally. His just reward for his long journey and the task ahead. He was sure that he had summoned all of the power he needed to deal with the three witches.