Adrea and the Inquisition – Adrea forced to watch torture of other girls (Part 3)
“Well, well, well, you had your chance! Roberto: Continue the preparation and then let’s start with the goat, tickling her salty soles!”, Cepo ordered, gave the torturer a short nod with his head and walked back to his comfy chair.
“As you wish! My brine has dried very good on her soles! A very nice mixture, I must admit. This time, I made a bigger bucket, so it will last for many more rounds. But let’s see, what Catharina will do to her ticklish feet.”, Roberto answered, went to the stable and pulled another brown-white goat to the end of the stocks. Then he ties her to a ring at the floor, shortly away and in good reach of both salt-covered soles.
“Noooo! No! Hush! Hush! Go back, you mean goat! There is nothing interesting on my soles! Aaaaaaahhh! Go awaaaahaahaahaaaayyyy!”, Martha screamed in sheer panic, as the goat began to lick her right sole, starting with the balls and then randomly shifting to toes or, most unbearable, the big arch!
“Noooouuuhuuhuuhuuuu! Noohoohoot theeeheeheeere! Myyyyhyyhyyy aaaahaaahaahaaarcheeheeheees are sooohoohoo tiihiihiickliiihiihiish!”, the girl screamed and tears start to flow constantly over her cheeks.
“Good girl! You know how to find the worst spots, my sweetheart!”, he spoke to the goat and was padding her head softly. Then he stepped back and let the furred-torturer do her work.
Slowly, but skilled, the animal was checking each different area of her tight foot, heel to top of the toes. The accused witch was in hysterics, laughing hard and trying to beg for mercy, but she looses the ability to form words very quickly.
“Aaaaahaahaahaaaa! Oooohoohohohoooouuuwuuuhuuhuuhuu! Nooohoohooo! Nohoohooot my sooohoohoole! Iiiiihiihiihiiii! T..t..tiiihiihiickles sohoohooo b..b..baaahahhaaaad! Aaaaaiiiiiiiaaaahaahaahaaaaaa! Nnnnaaaahaaahauuuuuuhuuhuuu”!
Cepo starts to grin like a greedy shark, again, like he always does, when a torture arouses him! Making a girl suffer so much, by torturing the soles of her feet, was his absolute favorite method!
Suddenlay, the prisoner began to scream even louder, shaking her head like mad. “Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiaaahaahaahaaa! Hiiihiihiii! Noohoohooot my leeeheeheeeheeeft sooooohoohooole , tooohoohooo! Nooohoohooouuuhuuuhuuuwwwwaaahaahaahaa!”
Her scream makes Rodrigo jump back to a longer distance and looked at Catharina, to make sure, the goat will continue her work. But it was all perfect! The animal was totally immune to any screams or commands from the victims. No matter if the yell at them or try to shoo-away their merciless torturer.
“Aaaaah! Aaaaiiihiihiiiii! Noohoohooot boohoohooth sooohoohoooles! Oooouuuhuuhuuhuuuu! Pleeeeheeheheeease!
Stoohoohooppp! Hahaahahaahahaaaa! Taahaahaaake her aaaahaahaawaaahaaayyyy froohoohoom my sooohoohoooles!”
The girl managed to beg again, as she tried to keep her breath under control, to be able to get enough air in her lungs to continue laughing without an interruption. Catharina continues her evil tacktic, to discover all areas of the left sole, but hen, her random attacks included BOTH soles in rapid change. She also discovered, that arch and toes had went through a “special preparation” and the coating was multiple times thicker at those areas, than at balls and heel. That motivated her, to lick those spots with higher intensity, knowing it will take a lot of more time, to lick the soles completely free of the jummy substance. Meanwhile, Martha was in total panic and hysteric, laughing like a mad asylum-inmate, unable to form words in a correct way anymore. “Aaahaahaahaaaoooouuuhuuhuuhuuu! Nnnaaaaaiiihiihiiii! Nnnoooouoohoohooooot! Myyhyhyy sohhoohohoooles tiiihiihiickle soooohoohoo baaahaahaaad! Ooohoohooouuuwwwahaahahaaa! Staaahaahaahaap!”
Coughing and hyperventilating, she tries to get enough air. “Oooouhuuhuuuu gggoohoohoood! Hiiihiii! Nooouuhuuhuuttt Aaahaahaahaarcheeheeheeesss! Haaaahaahaahaahaaaaahiiihiihiihiihiii Pleeeheeheease ss..s..ssstaahaahaaapppp!”
After a good 30 minutes, each sole was shiny-clean and there was absolutely no brine to find anywhere on both of her entire soles. Catharina turns her head to Rodrigo and seems to demand more. “Määaahh! Määääh!”, she pleaded her “father”, to let her lick more of the well-done mixture.
Martha was still coughing and breathing hard. Slowly, she gets her speech back. Her hair was drenched in sweat, tears were rolling like rivers down her face now. “P..p..p..leeeeaaase, m..make it stop! No more t..t..tickling! Noth the soles of my feet!”, begged Rodrigo with pleading, tear-filled eyes. Suddenly, she turned her head to Adread, who was crying and sniffing silently on her bench. “Pleeease! I forgive you! Nobody can stand this torture and I can understand completely, why you did false accusations! This goat is so horrible and it tickles so much, that no girl can stand that forever! I know, you are as ticklish as me and the arches are your worst spot, too, so I understand, why you finally broke! I really forgive you! But pleeease, make this horror stop! My soles can’t take any more tickling! Not this terrible goat! Anything but that!”
Adrea looked sadly at her former best friend. “Oh goohoohoood, I am so sorry! Thank you, that you forgive me! I really know, what you experience and it is absolutely unbearable! I can not help you! All I can do, is to convince you, to do the same as I did: Confess being a witch and then give them 5 names of other women, you accuse of witchcraft, added with some details of their sins, at best. I know they will send the goat to your soles over and over, until you finally give them everything they want to hear! Please! I know it is wrong and it is so very hard, but it will be your only chance, to make the unbearable tickling stop!”, Martha answered, sniffing and crying hard now.
Rodrigo was pulling Catharina back and gave her some dry bread, so the salt and the liquid in her stomach will be neutralized. Then he turned to Cepo. “Another round”?, he asked.
The girl in the stocks panicked and shook her head wild. Sweat flies through the room, from her drenched hair. “
She screamed with all her sore voice was able to give. “Nooohoohoo! Pleeeease, no more! Not my soles! Pleeeease, Anything, but this goat again! I can not take just another 5 seconds of tickling anymore! Not that! Not thaaahaahaat!”
Cepo stood up and walked close to his distressed victim. “So, what are you willing to confess and any names, we will hear from you?”, he asked, calm as he was having a chat on the market.
She looked at Adrea, again, but this time, with a lot of fear in her eyes. “W.w.what did you get, after you confessed?”
Adrea almost whispered, but loud enough, that her former friend could hear it. “As I confessed, they promised me, to give me 10 years in prison at the court and not being burned at the stake. I accepted, but they made those goats lick my soles for 2 more hours, until I finally gave them 7 names. Maybe it will help, to get a little bonus for not getting a too high verdict. The tickling stopped at once and my soles are fully functional. There are no bad aftermath did appear. I can breath normal and my soles are not damaged at all! Please, do the right thing and talk!”, the young woman begged Martha, so the torture will end for her. Something seems to work in the girl. She really fought a big fight in her brain. “I can not stand this tickling anymore, but 10 years? No, that’s too much. And I still have not a SINGLE name for them! I do not know any proven witch and only because somebody is odd, she must not be a witch! I always was tolerant to all kind of people and never really abused me in my life! My boss is good to me and so is her wife and their daughters, so they will be totally out off suspicion and I have no trouble with them.”, Martha thought to herself. Finaly, she lifted her head, calmed her body and voice down and said: “Now, I gave it some thoughts and came to the result, that 10 years is too much for me! I want much less prison-time! Another problem is, I have ABSOLUTELY no idea, who I should accuse! I simply not BE a witch and I do not KNOW other witches! Point. That’s it. You can burn the soles of my feet, but I will not confess or give you any names of innocent women. I am innocent and I stay with that!”
Cepo massaged his chin. “Are you sure? You know, what that means?”, he asked, pointing at the goat’s barn with his other hand. Martha was shaking head to toe, as she looked at the stable. She feared, this will happen, but she swore to herself, to be brave and stand all tickling, that will be done to her. “Please, not that goat again! Anything than that! No more tickling, pleeeease! No mooohoohoore! Not my soles! Not my poor, sensitive soohoohooles!”, she screamed, but she knew, it will not help at all. Cepo was totally not impressed and as he was ordering a meal from his servants, he spoke to Rodrigo:
“Now, you heard her! Prepare her soles! I hope, you were right about the amount and quality of the substance and the endless appetite of this animal!” Then he went back to his chair.
“Roberto pulled Catharina back to the salt-covered soles in the stocks. “The brine will last for 8 or 9 more coatings, I promise, Sir. The goat will be good for 6 or 7 repeating, but be sure, we have a LOT more potential new hungry beasts in those stables!”, Rodrigo explained, as he tied the animal to the ring at the floor. He was completely right! The dry bread had a perfect effect to the stomach of the greedy goat. She will now start, as nothing happened, short time ago.
...to be continued!
“Well, well, well, you had your chance! Roberto: Continue the preparation and then let’s start with the goat, tickling her salty soles!”, Cepo ordered, gave the torturer a short nod with his head and walked back to his comfy chair.
“As you wish! My brine has dried very good on her soles! A very nice mixture, I must admit. This time, I made a bigger bucket, so it will last for many more rounds. But let’s see, what Catharina will do to her ticklish feet.”, Roberto answered, went to the stable and pulled another brown-white goat to the end of the stocks. Then he ties her to a ring at the floor, shortly away and in good reach of both salt-covered soles.
“Noooo! No! Hush! Hush! Go back, you mean goat! There is nothing interesting on my soles! Aaaaaaahhh! Go awaaaahaahaahaaaayyyy!”, Martha screamed in sheer panic, as the goat began to lick her right sole, starting with the balls and then randomly shifting to toes or, most unbearable, the big arch!
“Noooouuuhuuhuuhuuuu! Noohoohoot theeeheeheeere! Myyyyhyyhyyy aaaahaaahaahaaarcheeheeheees are sooohoohoo tiihiihiickliiihiihiish!”, the girl screamed and tears start to flow constantly over her cheeks.
“Good girl! You know how to find the worst spots, my sweetheart!”, he spoke to the goat and was padding her head softly. Then he stepped back and let the furred-torturer do her work.
Slowly, but skilled, the animal was checking each different area of her tight foot, heel to top of the toes. The accused witch was in hysterics, laughing hard and trying to beg for mercy, but she looses the ability to form words very quickly.
“Aaaaahaahaahaaaa! Oooohoohohohoooouuuwuuuhuuhuuhuu! Nooohoohooo! Nohoohooot my sooohoohoole! Iiiiihiihiihiiii! T..t..tiiihiihiickles sohoohooo b..b..baaahahhaaaad! Aaaaaiiiiiiiaaaahaahaahaaaaaa! Nnnnaaaahaaahauuuuuuhuuhuuu”!
Cepo starts to grin like a greedy shark, again, like he always does, when a torture arouses him! Making a girl suffer so much, by torturing the soles of her feet, was his absolute favorite method!
Suddenlay, the prisoner began to scream even louder, shaking her head like mad. “Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiaaahaahaahaaa! Hiiihiihiii! Noohoohooot my leeeheeheeeheeeft sooooohoohooole , tooohoohooo! Nooohoohooouuuhuuuhuuuwwwwaaahaahaahaa!”
Her scream makes Rodrigo jump back to a longer distance and looked at Catharina, to make sure, the goat will continue her work. But it was all perfect! The animal was totally immune to any screams or commands from the victims. No matter if the yell at them or try to shoo-away their merciless torturer.
“Aaaaah! Aaaaiiihiihiiiii! Noohoohooot boohoohooth sooohoohoooles! Oooouuuhuuhuuhuuuu! Pleeeeheeheheeease!
Stoohoohooppp! Hahaahahaahahaaaa! Taahaahaaake her aaaahaahaawaaahaaayyyy froohoohoom my sooohoohoooles!”
The girl managed to beg again, as she tried to keep her breath under control, to be able to get enough air in her lungs to continue laughing without an interruption. Catharina continues her evil tacktic, to discover all areas of the left sole, but hen, her random attacks included BOTH soles in rapid change. She also discovered, that arch and toes had went through a “special preparation” and the coating was multiple times thicker at those areas, than at balls and heel. That motivated her, to lick those spots with higher intensity, knowing it will take a lot of more time, to lick the soles completely free of the jummy substance. Meanwhile, Martha was in total panic and hysteric, laughing like a mad asylum-inmate, unable to form words in a correct way anymore. “Aaahaahaahaaaoooouuuhuuhuuhuuu! Nnnaaaaaiiihiihiiii! Nnnoooouoohoohooooot! Myyhyhyy sohhoohohoooles tiiihiihiickle soooohoohoo baaahaahaaad! Ooohoohooouuuwwwahaahahaaa! Staaahaahaahaap!”
Coughing and hyperventilating, she tries to get enough air. “Oooouhuuhuuuu gggoohoohoood! Hiiihiii! Nooouuhuuhuuttt Aaahaahaahaarcheeheeheeesss! Haaaahaahaahaahaaaaahiiihiihiihiihiii Pleeeheeheease ss..s..ssstaahaahaaapppp!”
After a good 30 minutes, each sole was shiny-clean and there was absolutely no brine to find anywhere on both of her entire soles. Catharina turns her head to Rodrigo and seems to demand more. “Määaahh! Määääh!”, she pleaded her “father”, to let her lick more of the well-done mixture.
Martha was still coughing and breathing hard. Slowly, she gets her speech back. Her hair was drenched in sweat, tears were rolling like rivers down her face now. “P..p..p..leeeeaaase, m..make it stop! No more t..t..tickling! Noth the soles of my feet!”, begged Rodrigo with pleading, tear-filled eyes. Suddenly, she turned her head to Adread, who was crying and sniffing silently on her bench. “Pleeease! I forgive you! Nobody can stand this torture and I can understand completely, why you did false accusations! This goat is so horrible and it tickles so much, that no girl can stand that forever! I know, you are as ticklish as me and the arches are your worst spot, too, so I understand, why you finally broke! I really forgive you! But pleeease, make this horror stop! My soles can’t take any more tickling! Not this terrible goat! Anything but that!”
Adrea looked sadly at her former best friend. “Oh goohoohoood, I am so sorry! Thank you, that you forgive me! I really know, what you experience and it is absolutely unbearable! I can not help you! All I can do, is to convince you, to do the same as I did: Confess being a witch and then give them 5 names of other women, you accuse of witchcraft, added with some details of their sins, at best. I know they will send the goat to your soles over and over, until you finally give them everything they want to hear! Please! I know it is wrong and it is so very hard, but it will be your only chance, to make the unbearable tickling stop!”, Martha answered, sniffing and crying hard now.
Rodrigo was pulling Catharina back and gave her some dry bread, so the salt and the liquid in her stomach will be neutralized. Then he turned to Cepo. “Another round”?, he asked.
The girl in the stocks panicked and shook her head wild. Sweat flies through the room, from her drenched hair. “
She screamed with all her sore voice was able to give. “Nooohoohoo! Pleeeease, no more! Not my soles! Pleeeease, Anything, but this goat again! I can not take just another 5 seconds of tickling anymore! Not that! Not thaaahaahaat!”
Cepo stood up and walked close to his distressed victim. “So, what are you willing to confess and any names, we will hear from you?”, he asked, calm as he was having a chat on the market.
She looked at Adrea, again, but this time, with a lot of fear in her eyes. “W.w.what did you get, after you confessed?”
Adrea almost whispered, but loud enough, that her former friend could hear it. “As I confessed, they promised me, to give me 10 years in prison at the court and not being burned at the stake. I accepted, but they made those goats lick my soles for 2 more hours, until I finally gave them 7 names. Maybe it will help, to get a little bonus for not getting a too high verdict. The tickling stopped at once and my soles are fully functional. There are no bad aftermath did appear. I can breath normal and my soles are not damaged at all! Please, do the right thing and talk!”, the young woman begged Martha, so the torture will end for her. Something seems to work in the girl. She really fought a big fight in her brain. “I can not stand this tickling anymore, but 10 years? No, that’s too much. And I still have not a SINGLE name for them! I do not know any proven witch and only because somebody is odd, she must not be a witch! I always was tolerant to all kind of people and never really abused me in my life! My boss is good to me and so is her wife and their daughters, so they will be totally out off suspicion and I have no trouble with them.”, Martha thought to herself. Finaly, she lifted her head, calmed her body and voice down and said: “Now, I gave it some thoughts and came to the result, that 10 years is too much for me! I want much less prison-time! Another problem is, I have ABSOLUTELY no idea, who I should accuse! I simply not BE a witch and I do not KNOW other witches! Point. That’s it. You can burn the soles of my feet, but I will not confess or give you any names of innocent women. I am innocent and I stay with that!”
Cepo massaged his chin. “Are you sure? You know, what that means?”, he asked, pointing at the goat’s barn with his other hand. Martha was shaking head to toe, as she looked at the stable. She feared, this will happen, but she swore to herself, to be brave and stand all tickling, that will be done to her. “Please, not that goat again! Anything than that! No more tickling, pleeeease! No mooohoohoore! Not my soles! Not my poor, sensitive soohoohooles!”, she screamed, but she knew, it will not help at all. Cepo was totally not impressed and as he was ordering a meal from his servants, he spoke to Rodrigo:
“Now, you heard her! Prepare her soles! I hope, you were right about the amount and quality of the substance and the endless appetite of this animal!” Then he went back to his chair.
“Roberto pulled Catharina back to the salt-covered soles in the stocks. “The brine will last for 8 or 9 more coatings, I promise, Sir. The goat will be good for 6 or 7 repeating, but be sure, we have a LOT more potential new hungry beasts in those stables!”, Rodrigo explained, as he tied the animal to the ring at the floor. He was completely right! The dry bread had a perfect effect to the stomach of the greedy goat. She will now start, as nothing happened, short time ago.
...to be continued!
