[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 10 “Do you persist in your denials, witch?”
The voice suddenly awoke Tonya from her dozing sleep. It sounded as though it echoed from the bowels of Hell, and she cried out in shock at the demon-like visage that had silently appeared through the gloom of the dungeon. “Oh Father,” she sobbed,“I am innocent, I beg you, let me free from this awful place!” “The torture will soon loosen your tongue, girl. The pain these men can inflict upon you down here will be beyond anything you can imagine.” “Noohhh, oh please, I beg for your mercy, Father! Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything!” “Anything, witch?” “Yes, anything, Father.” Tonya affirmed, nodding her head as he slid the rusty bolt aside and the cage door opened with its oil-starved hinges screeching noisily in protest.
[Bazzell] No One Expects the Inquisition 11
The friar’s brutal hands pawed her breasts and his dribbling lips laid wet kisses all over her body. His breath was bad and he stank of piss and pipe tobacco, but his penis was mercifully small. Not that Tonja could be grateful for that, for she had no experience of a man’s Trouser Serpent before this night, other than the strange movements she felt when she had occasion to sit upon a man’s lap in the tavern. Oh how she prayed to back back to the relative safety of the tavern. “I must confess,” Friar Satanini breathlessly declared, as he thrust into her virgin loins, “I do begin to have doubts that you are a witch, girl.” He groaned in ecstasy, before continuing. “But it will take many tests such as this to truly decide your innocence.”