BDSM Library - Story: The Conspiracy, Chapter: Part 1

Catherine de Medici (1519-1589), queen of France (1547-1559) and mother of the last three Valois kings of France. She was a major force in French politics during the 30 years of Roman Catholic-Huguenot wars and an instigator of the St Bartholomew's Day Massacre .

Catherine was born on April 13, 1519, in Florence, the daughter of the Florentine ruler Lorenzo de' Medici , called Lorenzo the Magnificent. In 1533 she married the duc d'Orl?ans, who became king of France in 1547 as Henry II . She had little power during the reign of her husband and that of her first son, Francis II , but on Francis's death in 1560 the government fell entirely into her hands.

Francis II (of France) (1544-1560), King of France (1559-1560), born in Fontainebleau, the eldest son of Henry II . In 1558 Francis married Mary, Queen of Scots . Francis was a mental and physical weakling and was dominated by Fran?ois, Duke of Guise , and Cardinal Charles of Lorraine, the uncles of his wife. These two men, who in effect were the rulers during Francis's brief reign, tried to repress the growing political power of the Protestants in France. His death ended the ascendancy of the Guises at court.

THE CONSPIRACY

Written by 007

The decision

The Louvre 11.November 1559

23.17 hrs

Cardinal Charles of Lorraine and Francois, the Duke of Guise walked quickly through the dark corridors of the royal palace. They were the most powerful men in France. The weak young Francis was just a rag doll in their hands. So they could do whatever they wanted to. But those hugenots…ah those hugenots…They were now the most serious problem for the country. And Francis…what did he say: They are good people, leave them …they don't deserve that faith. Stupid boy! …Now the two men had a plan. Francis was just married with a beautiful 14 year old girl called Isabelle. She was the only child in the family of Alain De Conde and the pretty 35 year old Florance. Alain De Conde was now in Geneve and the leader of the hugenots , the preach John Calvin was sent also from Geneva. So the plan had to work. The only possible way to make the king to hate the hugenots was to prove him that they have their spies in his own home. And how? Very simple! They will lie the king that Alain De Conde is a hugenot and the prove will be the testimony of his wife. Of course it's not easy to get such confessions but there were enough methods to make her sign the fake testimonies. The plan was simple: to make a secret operation for the kidnapping of Florance De Conde, to bring her to a friends castle far away from Paris and to force her to sign the paper with the fake accusations against her husband. She had to sign by all means! By all means! Even if they had to put her to the torture. Talking quietly about the plan they reached finally the exit where the captain of the guardians awaited them: captain De Cretienne. “ Go for her and handle as discussed!” , said the cardinal and the captain nodded. “ On the horses!”, he ordered and the group of 4 soldiers and a carriage left the yard. The duke said : “ That's the beginning of something big, my friend.”

“Yes, yes, soon we'll have to leave for the castle too. It's 150km from here…A long way before us…friend!” and smiling they shook their hands after what they jumped on the horses and disappeared in the dark.

00.10 hrs

Florance De Conde slept calm and dreamed about her husband. He was in Geneva, so far from her, so awful far away from her. She loved him very much. She loved his hands which fondled so gentle her full but firm breasts, which played so vehemently with her dark shaven cunt lips and her big wet clit, she loved his cock that made her feel so great at the top of the powerful orgasms. She loved his tongue that licked her shapely thighs and ass. She loved the way he fondled her long shapely legs and the way he cached her slim waist while making love to her…While dreaming she passed her right hand over her flat stomach down to her crotch and started to stroke her already wet pussy. Her body began to writhe and her breathing became deeper when a knocking on the door of her sleeping room awoke her. It was the servant-girl. “ Sorry for bothering you, but a group of royal soldiers is looking for you. They are down in the hall. “ “ Why what is the reason? Did they tell you? “, she asked while trying to put on her clothes. In the hurry she didn't put on the corset and now her big breasts filled out the dress low neck. “ No, they didn't say anything…”, the girl said worried. Florance walked down the stairs and saw the four men. They were dressed in black uniforms and she recognized the captain- it was De Cretienne! “Is something wrong with my husband? Tell me please!”, she said and her voice sounded so confused. “ You better come with us, madame De Conde. Please, hurry up!” answered the captain and showed her the door. “Madame…?”, the young servant-girl tried to say something but Florance just hold her and said gently: “ Don't worry…I'll be back soon, my child. Go beck home. “ And with this final words she went outside and got up to the coach. Now she was alone in the carriage and with a sinking heart she prepared herself for the unknown future…The soldiers were riding fast. Obviously they were in hurry. Florance had the feeling that something bad will happen soon. Very very soon…

05.45hrs

Finally the carriage stopped and a soldier opened the door. When she went out she find herself in the yard of such a castle. She turned to De Cretienne. “Where did you bring me? What is that castle? Tell me! I have the right to know!” “ Soon madame you'll know the answers of all your questions. So follow me please!” and he showed her the way to the heavy wooden door: the entrance of the castle. Protected by four soldiers she together with the captain walked through the dark corridors and finally they reached a big hall. At the end of the hall was a huge fireplace and in front of it she recognized the Cardinal! “ welcome madame De Conde! Please make yourself at home! “ he said with his calm voice. Florance was shown a comfortable chair behind a big luxury table. When she sat down the Cardinal continued while walking back and forth in the hall. “ The purpose you are here is very simple…After you hear it you'll think that we are the most hideous creatures in the world, but! What to do , my child, that's life…” Florance felt how the fear starts to overwhelm her. She didn't like the way he started the conversation. “ So…with few words we need you to testify against your husband. “ “ WHAT! ARE YOU CRAZY!!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!” she jumped from the chair and her eyes were full with angry flames. The Cardinal remained cool because he expected such a reaction. Florance stood there still not believing to what she just heard. Her magnificent breasts raised quickly up and down in her fury. Now when she was angry the beautiful brunette young woman looked even more sexy, the cardinal thought. “ Yes you heard me good. We want to bring an accusation against your husband. He is a hugenot and we want you to sign the confirmation. “ “ It's not true! He's not a hugenote and you know it! Let me go!!!” and she made few steps to the exit but the guards stopped her with their spears. “ You will not go anywhere, Florance…” the Cardinal laughed. “ We need your sign and we will have it no matter how long time it will take. Do you understand now? “ She felt weak in her knees but tried to remain calm. “ They will look after me…” “ Oh don't worry! Everybody in the palace knows that you left for your parents who live in southern France. Nobody will look after you!” “ But my servant-girl…” Florance was trying to find such a way out from this horrible situation. “ Oh, the little sweet girl…” and the cardinal nodded to the guards who went out in the corridor and returned with the chained Beatrice. Florance was shocked! She felt sick and sat down on the chair. “ You have one day, my child. One day to decide if you will sign the testimonies. After this day we will be forced to use another methods to convince you. “ And with this last words he left the hall. The guards approached Florance and grabbed her under her arms. “ I can walk alone!” she said proud and followed the captain. They walked down stairs to the prison where she was locked together with Beatrice in a cold stinking cell. The poor woman felt desperate. Nobody could help her. And what did they intend to do to her to make her sign? Her next thought was so shocking and horrible that she felt how her blood goes down to her foots: TORTURE! THEY WANTED TO TORTURE HER!!! Oh Jesus! No ! It's not possible! She is from noble descent and she is the mother of the king's wife! Conspiracy! Yes ! The Cardinal is involved in a conspiracy! But that game was too big and she know that people like the cardinal couldn't be stopped by anything. She was lost! That was it! She was lost in the hands of those cruel man who were decided to make her sign by all means! She was too small for this game. Just too small. She would be a pray to this game.

She spent the hole day thinking about different opportunities. But the only truth was that she couldn't accuse her own beloved husband! No, she couldn't do that! She was a strong woman and she had to endure the humilations and even the pain…but until when? How long? She knew the answer of this question and it was terrible: it was just a matter of time to make her sign!!! A desperate scream interrupted her thoughts. It was a woman's scream. It sounded like she is being torn apart! The victim screamed again! This time the scream continued longer. It was noon and the jailers were doing their regular job torturing the imprisoned victims. And Florance knew that her turn will come soon. The tortured woman screamed again and again! Almost three hours passed before she was done. Three hours of pain! Florance trembled in fear awaiting her ordeal.

End of the time-out

The torture chamber, 13. November 1559

10.21 hrs

The Cardinal met the Duke and both entered the castle. “So, the duke started, how is our beautiful captive? Her time-out is over, isn't it? “ “ Yes, my friend”, answered the Cardinal. “ And her decision is NO.” The Duke liked the answer. He was in love once upon a time in that woman but she married that graf De Conde. The Duke was broken, destroyed and deep in himself he decided that some day he'll have his revenge! And the day has come. What he was not able to have 13 years ago he will have now!

“Well, shall we go?” the Duke said to the Cardinal. “ Of course! Let's see how she'll behave herself in the torture chamber. I'm sure that the performance will be great! She is so beautiful…Oh, by the way, did you bring our man? ” “ Yes he is in the carriage, He is the best , believe me!” smiling answered the Duke. “ We'll see, we'll see…ha-ha-ha!”

Florance and Beatrice heard the steps of the jailers. Florance just knew that they are coming for her. The door opened and one of them said: “ You both! Out!” They went out the cell with weak knees and the four jailers grabbed them and despite the protests of Florance dragged them down the cold stone stairs to the big and well equipped torture chamber. Both women were shocked by the look of all the torture instruments inside. They have never been to place like that and their fear was stronger than they expected. All those rusty iron pliers, pokers, scissors, hooks, those rough wooden rods, short and long clubs, all those strange instruments in a form of pears, combs, paws, drills! The atmosphere was horrible! And the braziers with the burning coals! And the torture table in the middle of the chamber with those poles beside its lower end…poles! Why are they there…The thoughts of the scared women were interrupted by the voice of the Cardinal. “ Good morning Florance! Let's not lose time. We know your answer. It's no, isn't it?” “ I won't sign!” she confirmed once again. “ You don't leave us another chance, my child. You will be put to the torture until you decide to sign the accusations.” Florance took a look at the men in the chamber. Two of them were the torturers. It was obviously! The Cardinal, the man for the record, a man who looked like a doctor, another man from noble descent( he was talking to the torturers and she thought that he is the owner of the castle), captain De Cretienne…The door of the torture chamber opened once again and two men entered. She felt weak in the knees when she saw the Duke and the man behind him, who was the most ugly man she had ever seen. He was about 186cm, 120kg of pure muscles, his face was covered with scars, and while passing by her she felt his stinking breath. He was with naked upper torso ready for his job. That was the torture master. The Duke found him after a long and precise selection. He visited a lot of castles and prisons all over France and checked the knowledge of the torture masters. The most important feature was how long they were able to torture a wife before she dies. And the man he has chosen was really a master! He tortured a 27 year old woman in Bretain without any brakes for 17 hours!!! And another 17 year old girl spent 5 days in the torture chamber where she has been tortured for 10 hours daily! That was the man, who had to force the beautiful Florance to sign the paper. “ Let me introduce you Pierre!” the Duke said still enjoying the horror visible in the eyes of Florance and Beatrice. “ He is 53 years old and has a great practice in the interrogation of witches and other criminals…most of them women of course.” Florance turned pale and the Duke continued. “ Dear Floranse De Conde! He is here to torture you in order to force you to sign the accusations against your husband. He has the right to do whatever he wants to you! No restrictions, no limits! The time is ours. Once again I'm asking you: will you sign?!” She concentrated not to scream in horror and said realizing all the following horrible consequences: “No, I won't!” Without saying any word the men took their places in the comfortable heavy chairs at the long wall of the chamber. “ Pierre, she is yours!” the Duke said and add: “ The servant-girl will watch the suffer of her mistress!” The two assistants of Pierre ( Alain and Jean) went to Florance and grabbed her hands. Now was Pierre's turn. He approached her with a disgusting smile on his face and put his big rough hands on her low-neck. She looked into his cruel eyes with indescribable fear. Hear heart beating fast. He pushed the low-neck quickly down the dress and torn it off. Now her bare big wonderful breasts were visible to all the men in the torture chamber. Florance blushed and tried to twist in shame but the two assistants hold her fast and the kneeling Pierre finished the undressing of the beautiful woman throwing the torn dress in the corner. Florance stood completely naked in the middle of the dark cold chamber in front of those cruel man and she knew that nobody could save her! She was a marvelous specimen, with a beautiful face, long auburn hair, a narrow waist, and long shapely legs. For few seconds all the men were so shocked by her beauty that they just stood like frozen without making any move or saying a word. She was a goddess! And they were also inpatient for the torture to start. Alain and Jean lifted her hands and secured them above her head in the chains from the ceiling separated about a meter from each other. Than they grabbed her foots and spread them also to a meter and secured them to the small wooden poles in the ground. She trembled when her bare foots felt the rough stone floor but stronger was the feeling of shame staying naked and exposed to the maximum in front of those men. Pierre made some turns on the pulley and her body started to stretch. He stopped turning it when she barely touched the ground with the top of her toes. Because of the uncomfortable position the muscles of her long slender legs were nicely strained which excited the torturers in their desire to make her scream and squirm. Pierre took a thin whip from the wall and approached her behind her back. The first lash was so unexpected that Florance thought she was going to die. Her body shook in uncontrollable convulsion. Her scream echoed between the walls of the torture chamber. Before she calmed down he lashed her again. She screamed and twisted in her bounds in disbelieve that she's getting whipped. Lash after lash Pierre whipped her mercilessly with all his monstrous power. Florance kept on screaming and writhing with tears running down her cheeks. He gave her 20 blows before she passed out for the first time. Alain splashed a bucket with cold water into her face and gasping she regained consciousness. Than the whipping began again! She yelled pitiful wriggling on the chains and her full breasts jumping. After the 17-th blow she fainted again with her head hanging back. She was revived by another bucket of water and Pierre went in front of her cached her wet hair from behind and pulling strongly down he spoke into her face: “ I'm asking you for the last time before things get more serious. Will you sign!?!” With a trembling voice she answered: “No..no…I can't betray my husband.” Pierre nodded to his assistants who went to her sides holding wooden rods and after a sign of the torture master they started giving her strike after strike into her kidneys. The poor woman screamed in a total desperation twisting and crying. The torturers hit her very powerful and the pain was unbelievable. Florance shook her head back and forth yelling from the heavy torment. Hit after hit…scream after scream! Twenty minutes after the beating began she passed out. Pierre brought the bucket with the ice cold water and splashed it on her body. Florance regained consciousness trembling from the cold water and from the horrible pain in her kidneys. She was awaiting for the beating to continue but it didn't happen. The three torturers were behind her and she heard such a noice which filled her with fear of the unknown. What would be the next torture!? Alain and Jean brought the spanish donkey and in the meantime Pierre started to lift her higher turning the pulley. She was lifted another 1 meter above the floor and then the two assistants placed the torture apparatus under her. Pierre sank her a little bit down till she sat on the sharp edge of the donkey which cut now painful into her shaven cunt. Alain and Jean attached 20 kg stones on each her ankle and Florance screamed in pure agony when the sharp wood cut deeper and deeper into her tender private parts. Pierre approached her and said: “Sign woman! Sign!” “ NOOOOO, NOOOOOOOO!!!” screaming she answered while wriggling on the hellish edge. Pierre went to her side because he didn't want to hide the suffering woman from the visitors in the torture chamber. “Give her another two stones!” he ordered and the assistants added another 40 kilograms to her ankles. The screams of the poor woman reached new levels and she shook her head from side to side twisting and shaking in pure agony! Her entire body was covered with sweat and glanced on the glimmering light coming from the fireplace and from the torches in the chamber. Pierre noticed that blood started to drip from her tortured pussy and laughed with delight. The suffering of the beautiful woman couldn't be described. Now she didn't scream but just squirming with bulging eyes and a mouth opened in a silent scream! She spent more then 2 hours on the donkey during which she fainted several times and after each revival the torturers added new and new weights to her ankles. Finally Pierre decided to remove the spanish donkey and to give her 30 minutes brake. They secured her legs again wide spread to the floor and retired to discus the further tortures. Florance was trying to gather more strengths for the coming pain. She wished she could die! The pain was so great! So horrible! The 30 minutes passed and Pierre returned to her holding a pair of small pliers! He grabbed her left nipple with his big hand and placed it between the jaws of the instrument. He pressed strong and Florance screamed in terrible pain. Pierre started to twist and pull the tender flesh of her pink nipple and the naked woman wriggled and yelled covered with sweat. He released the left nipple but took the right one! Now he started to torture the right with the same sadistic effort. Florance screamed and shook and ! Her muscles strained in the convulsions stressed her perfect body! Taking turn at the nipples Pierre tortured her that way for an hour. Now he took a brake for himself and the two other torturers approached the gasping woman equipped with two big special breast pliers. Alain grabbed her left tit and placed it between the toothy jaws of the pliers. Jean made the same with her right tit. They started to squeeze her big firm breasts while twisting the pliers to the left and to the right, up and down. Twisting, squeezing, lifting , pulling…The screams of the beautiful Florance were beyond human! So her agony! She pissed herself three times losing control over her bladder due to the unendurable pain! After 15 minutes of that breast torture she passed out and hung helpless on the chains. Pierre revived her with the cold water and the same torture continued again! “NOOOOO, PLEEEEAAAASEEEEEE!I CAN'T TAKE ANYMOOOOOOOOOORE!!!” she screamed while trashing like mad. But the torturers didn't stop. They found the way she reacted to the movement of the pliers very exciting! When they lifted the instruments with the pressed flesh inside she lifted herself on the top of her toes trying to follow the way of the pliers in order to avoid the extremely painful twist of her breasts! So Alain and Jean made a small game while torturing her with the pliers! When Alain lifted his instrument Jean pushed his down so she couldn't make any movement to prevent the cruelty of the torture! Florance pissed again and soon a puddle of her urine was on the stone floor. Her tits were now blue and bleeding! But the two assistants continued their job. She fainted again and again but every time she was revived by Pierre who liked the way Alain and Jean were torturing the beauty. And every time she regained consciousness she saw the torturers holding the hellish pliers in front of her ready to torture her further and further. She thought she would die! But she was a strong woman and the death was too far from her…Just too far!!! The breast torture continued for three hours! Three hours of pure agony and unbelievable pain! Totally exhausted and with her marvelous body convulsing from the shock she was released from the chains and brought naked and unconscious to her cell for the night. Today she was tortured totally for 8 hours.

23.05hrs

Florance regained consciousness under the gently hands of her servant-girl. She was still naked and her body trembled in the cold chamber. Her tortured breasts were swollen with bloody marks on those parts of the flesh where the pliers have been applied. Her nipples a formless peace of flesh. Her cunt wounded and torn from the hellish spanish donkey. “ I can't take more pain, Beatrice…I can't…” “Please mistress, please…” , said Beatrice crying fondling the face of Florance. “My mistress…the worst has passed…mistress…”

But the worst part of all was awaiting!

The torture chamber, 14. November 1559

14.47hrs

The door of the cell opened and two jailers entered. They grabbed Florance and dragged her out down to the dark corridor to the horrible torture chamber. She tried to remain brave but with every new step which approached her to her hell the fear overwhelmed her more and more. When they entered the chamber all the men from yesterday were there awaiting the new torture session of the beautiful woman. The Duke was speaking to Pierre in the far corner of the room. She saw them and a very bad feeling started worrying her frozen heart. When the Duke returned to his chair the Cardinal asked him quietly:” What did you tell him?” The Duke looked directly into the Cardinal's eyes and answered slowly: “ I told him to torture her more and to use all the techniques he knows in order to brake her.”

Flanking the poor Florance the assistants dragged her to the rack. They laid her on it and bound her ankles together and attached the hook from the pulley on the lower end of the rack to the ropes around her slender legs. Her wrists were locked in the iron rings on the both upper ends of the table. Her breathing got quicker and quicker while her eyes staring at the preparations for the next torment. Alain went to the pulley and cached the grip. He made a pause of 10 seconds deliberately and than made 2 full turns. The slender naked body of the poor woman stretched violently but Florance didn't scream and just moaned. Pierre watched at the reactions o his victim and said: “ Are you brave enough, bitch? I'll brake you! I promise! You'll wonder how much pain a woman like you can take…You may see!Continue!” And Alain made another turn. Florance screamed when the stretching became stronger and her body was now strained like a cord and looking extremely sexy under the pressure. Slowly the assistant started turning the pulley leaving Florance screaming and shaking her head from side to side. She thought her body was going to be torn apart but the torturers were enough experienced to know how long and how much a woman could be tortured without a serious damage for her life. Florance yelled and trashed and Alain finished the last turn. He thrust a rod in the chains of the pulley and stopped with that manner the stretching leaving the woman in that last position writhing on the rack. Now was Pierre's and Jean's turn. They took thick cat-o'-nine-tails and approached her from both her sides. Florance looked in terror how the torturers prepared themselves to whip her. Pierre's aim were her still swollen breasts and Jean was to lash her flat belly. “No, pleaseeeee, noooooo” she cried with tears running down her cheeks and then the whipping began. The torturers lifted the cat-o'-nine-tails hi above their heads and with all their power lashed her perfect shaking body. Florance screamed after each blow feeling the terrible bites of the hellish whips. Her screams filled the torture chamber and they sounded like music for the Duke and not just for him… Blow after blow , blow after blow…screams, moans, requests for the torture to stop…and screams again and again. The Duke and the Cardinal knew that Florance would eventually confess. The tortured women always did. But they hoped she would prove herself to be strong willed and stubborn. They wanted to see her more and longer tortured. Because she was so beautiful! After 20 minutes the naked woman finally fainted. Alain revived her with cold water and the whipping continued. Bloody marks covered her sweat-soaked body. She squirmed and yelled so pitiful! She lost control over her bladder and pissed. It inspired the torturers to give her more and more pain and they said to Alain to take a wooden club and to start beating her soles. Now all the three torturers worked on the suffering woman and she trashed like mad shaking her head like crazy from side to side!!! After 17 minutes of the combined torture she passed out again. Pierre went for another bucket and after he returned they continued with the same torture. The combination between the rack, the whipping of the breasts and the belly and the beating of the soles drove Florance mad! Her screams got hoarse and she trashed really like a wild animal! She fainted again and again! And again and again she was revived by the torturers and the torment continued. So for a totally of 6 hours! At the end of the day she was laying unconscious in the cell and Beatrice cried over her.

22.23hrs

The Duke and the Cardinal walked in the yard and speaking to Pierre. “ So tell us Pierre, what do you think about our pretty prisoner. I'm afraid she is very tenacious and we will need more time to brake her.” Pierre laughed and after a short brake answered: “ You know cardinal…I'm doing that job since I was 23. That means already 30 years. I had many cases in my career and I saw a lot of women like Florance. And they always confess…We have good methods to make them talk.” “We don't have much time, Pierre. Don't forget this. “ added the Duke and turned himself to the Cardinal “ Am I right , my friend?” The Cardinal nodded and Pierre said: “ Anyway I intended to go harder on her tomorrow. Don't worry. Tomorrow she will sign, I promise!”

The torture chamber, 15. November, 1559

09.55hrs

The door opened and the jailers brought Florance. They helped her to walk because her soles were so destroyed from the yesterday's session that she could barely walk alone. She was cleaned up with cold water from the assistants who admired her firm body that looked still wonderful despite the marks from the whips. They dragged her to the middle of the chamber and bound her in the position of the first day: wide spread hands and legs, her entire body in full view for the men in the room. She noticed that a brazier with burning coals was put near her with many horrible instruments heated inside. She trembled when she saw Pierre entering the torture chamber. She was so afraid that she pissed on the floor losing control. He approached her and grabbed her pretty face with his rough hand. Than he spoke into her face: “ Today we are going to torture you harder, Florance…” She felt weak in her knees. Her stomach made a flip-flop. Harder! What did they mean! How could there be more pain than she had already endured!!!” This is your last chance to sign before we start. By the way before you answer I'll show you that I'm ready to do whatever I want to you just to make you sign. Bring her in!” Pierre ordered and the jailers brought the 21 year old Beatrice. She screamed when she saw her mistress hanging there so helpless and so damaged but her scream was interrupted by the assistants who grabbed her, bound her hands on her back and dragged her to the torture table in front of the fire place. They bent her over it and lifted her dress up uncovering her shapely legs and nice firm ass. Pierre took a knife from the wall and left It for a while in the brazier. In the meantime Beatrice cried and begged for mercy. Alain and Jean secured her legs wide spread to the ground and kept on holding her bent over the table. Pierre puled out the heated knife and went to the poor servant girl. He knelt and opened with his left hand her cunt and with the other thrust the knife deep into her loving channel! Beatrice's horrible scream filled the chamber. Here body shook in unbelievable convulsions. Pierre started to twist the instrument around in her vagina while blood running out. He tortured her that manner for 5 minutes and Beatrice fainted pissing herself. They revived her and Pierre shoved his knife now into her ass hole! The screams were now beyond believe! She went mad with the pain when Pierre started fucking her with the torture instrument. The bleeding was very intense and the screams of the poor young girl decreased and after 12 minutes of unspeakable agonies she died. Florance was so shocked by the horrible performance and her eyes were wide open in disbelieve. Pierre approached her with his hands covered with the blood of the servant-girl and asked : “ So, what do you think, pretty Florance?” She was too terrified to answer him. Florance stood there spread and ready for a new hideous torture. Finally she said:” I can't betray my husband…” and closed her eyes awaiting the beginning of the new torments. The Duke liked the answer. He wqanted to see her squirming and screaming! She should pay for everything! Pierre went to the brazier and took a red-hot skewer. She whimpered when the torturer took the instrument from the brazier. Her bravado was gone, and now she knew how terrible the pain could be, and the glowing skewer filled her with dread. He turned himself to Florance and grabbed her left tit. Slowly he inserted the hellish iron deep into her tortured tit. The pain filled her orb, and her scream of mortal agony filled the chamber.The long skewer danced as her breasts leaped with her screams of agony, four inches buried in her tit with eight inches sticking out. Her face was twisted in supreme pain and she distorted like mad in her chains. Pierre took another skewer and repeated the same procedure with her right tit! Her screams were now so intense that they echoed mighty in the torture chamber. When Pierre started twisting the skewers in different directions she fainted with a scum on her mouth. Alain splashed a bucket of ice cold water into her face and she regained consciousness. Her firm buttocks were riddled with the terrible skewers before Pierre finished, laughing at the pain-wracked struggles of his luscious victim Alain took a red-hot poker and started burning her breasts ( now a formless smoking flesh) , her belly and her inner thighs. The incredibly violently tortured woman renewed her screams. Her piss-soaked thighs virtually kicking due to the incredible pain of the burning! Her sweat body glistered in front of the fire. He touched then her ass cheeks and kept on burning her there for 30 minutes. She fainted again and again! Pierre and Jean took red hot pliers and biting with them deep into the flesh of her firm and shapely ass pulled her ass cheeks apart. The screaming naked woman was at the end of her strength. She was shaking in horrible convulsions and when Alain shoved slowly the heated poker into her anal sphincter Florance's eyes almost bulged from her head at this latest insult to her once beautiful body she uttered a gurgling moan, vomit dribbled from between her lips and fainted. When she regained consciousness she heard her own voice saying: “I'll sign, I'll sign, just stop torturing me further…” Pierre looked at the men in the chairs and after a sign of the Cardinal he and his assistants released her from her bounds and gave her the paper with the false confessions. She signed and started crying in her desperate situation. The jailers brought her back to the cell. She was totally exhausted. She didn't think that she would be able to endure so much pain! But she did it! She wished she could die but safe her husband. At least she kept the child, she thought but something deep in her soul told her that she is wrong.

The castle,16. November, 1559

13.08hrs

The Duke, the Cardinal and Pierre sat on the big wooden table in the luxury hall and had their lunch. Delicious dishes cooked for them and the best wine from the wine-cellar of the graf. They had a very good appetite because the purpose has been reached and now the way to the killing of the hugenots was open. “ Only one more thing, my friend…” , said the Duke taking another peace from the baked hart. “ Don't you think that there is still a possibility that the king disagrees with us. He could say, alright, he is a hugenot but he remained loyal to me and to the royal family. “ Oh, I understand what do you mean, Duke.You want us to find out one more reason to hate the protestants, don't you?” the Cardinal knew what was the next idea. “ Exactly! The king will be very angry and very disappointed if he understands that there was a betrayer in his house…” smiling the Duke looked into the Cardinal eyes.” His wife?” asked the Cardinal and the Duke smiled. “ Absolutely! His pretty young wife! And her own mother will testify against her. She will say that Ramona systematically betrayed the secrets of the royal family to her father! So Pierre, we have more job for you.” “When do you want us to start, my Duke? “ asked Pierre with delight. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be ok. We will give her a day for a rest. I don't want her death exhausted from the tortures. I want to see her suffer more! Do you understand Pierre?!” said the Duke. “ Yes! I understand. “

The torture chamber, 17. November, 1559

11.12hrs

The jailers were dragging the crying naked Florance down the corridor to the torture chamber. She was trying to resist and twisted in the strong arms of her tormentors asking and begging them: “ Whyyyy!Whyyyyy, have mercy! I made everything you wanted! Pleeeeaaseeee! The jailers opened the door and pushed roughly the poor woman inside. The same men awaited her. She felt weak in her knees and desperately asked the Duke: “Why am I here again, please, don't torture me! Just don't torture me further! I can't stand it anymore! I'll die! Why! I told you everything, I…I signed…Pleaseeee…” she cried hysterically. Flanking her Alain and Jean hold her strong under her arms. The Duke nodded to the Cardinal and he spoke to her: “We want you to do one more thing , Florance. We want you to testify against your daughter! You have to accuse her in betrayal against the royal family! “ “ No, noooo, by no means! I can't do this! She is innocent! She is only 14! Have mercy!” Florance begged with tears running down her cheeks. “ Will you testify?” asked the Cardinal. “ No, no, …no!!!” “ You will be put to the torture again, Florance! And this time the previous tortures will seem like a childish game to you! Will you testify?” Florance couldn't kill her own baby and took the heaviest decision in her life. “ No, I won't!” Pierre didn't wait for another order and said showed the torture table to his assistants. She was laid on it with her legs spread wide, her ass hanging off the edge. Her ankles secured in the iron rings on the poles to the both sides of the table ( now she understood the purpose of those poles: to hold the legs of the tortured women wide spread!) and her wrists bound with straps above her head on the two upper ends of the table. She was totally exposed for all the men in the torture chamber. She blushed and shivered in shame but soon the horror overwhelmed her when she saw Pierre taking a pair of small pliers and approaching her between her wide spread thighs. He smiled and started to fondle her exposed and inviting cunt. Despite the fear and the shame she felt a sexual arousal and her dark pussy lips got wet. Pierre kept on fondling her and Florance started moaning and breathing heavy. Slowly she turned her head from side to side groaning with delight. The torture master thrust his rough and big forefinger into her vagina and started fucking her. Her moans got more intensiv and after another 5 minutes of sexual stimulation she twisted and groaned loud. Pierre felt that she is coming and then he grabbed her wet big swollen clit between the jaws of the pliers and twisted the most sensitive part of her body violently! The naked woman screamed like hurt animal jerking wildly on the table when her orgasm mixed with the unbelievable pain. She thought she would die! She had never had such a powerful orgasm in her entire life! She convulsed mighty and Pierre kept on twisting and squeezing her clit. Her screams were so pitiful, her pain so great! The torture master twisted and squeezed the tender flesh with all the strength he had. He tortured her clit for 20 minutes and she fainted twice. Once she pissed herself which caused the smiles of the sadistic men. He released her finally from the pliers and took a 30cm thick rough spiked club. He opened her cunt lips and thrust violently the club into her vagina up to the 23-th centimeter. Florance yelled and arched her back hi over the table and Pierre started twisting the instrument around mixed with mighty pumping back and forth. The chamber became a living hell for the beauty. Her screams echoed between the cold stone walls , she writhed like mad cried for mercy…On the 7 th minute after the beginning of the torture she passed out. Her body was covered with sweat and glistered still convulsing after the interruption of the pain. Alain revived her with a bucket of cold water and Pierre continued his job with the awful club. This time he took a hammer from the small table with the torture instruments and started delivering bows to her cervix! The pain was excruciating. The agony of the beautiful Florance couldn't be described. Finally after being tortured in that manner for about ten minutes, after receiving innumerable terrible jabs, she uttered a gurgling moan, vomit dribbled from between her lips, and she fainted for the second time. When she regained consciousness Pierre continued torturing her genitals with the red hot poker burning first her clit off and then her cunt lips and the inner thighs. She squirmed like crazy! The horrible pain drove her totally mad! She lost control and shitted herself in the same moment when Pierre was shoving the red hot iron into her loving channel. Her scream got hoarse her eyes bulging in agony her face twisted in ugly grimace of pure anguish the poor woman screaming hoarsely all the while … She arched high off the table before slumping back, her eyes glazed with pain!!! She vomited and fainted again. Jean revived her again and her first words were: “ Yes, I confess…Yes…she is a betrayer…she is…everything…just stop the pain…just stop it, please…” The Duke smiled and ordered to release her and than she signed the accusations. She was brought back to the cell where she died later due to the many shocks she received for the last few days in the torture chamber. Next was the beautiful Ramona. She was though very young but it was no problem for Pierre. He liked anyway young girls…So the plan was fulfilled. The graf was captured and sentenced to death. The king red the accusations signed by Florance and got very angry. He ordered to put Ramona to the torture in order to receive more information about the hugenots and that was the moment Pierre was waiting for…

Coming soon…RAMONA

WRITTEN BY 007