Throughout the terrors of the Middle Ages, nothing stands out like the Catholic Inquisition.  Rooted in fear and power and madness, the Inquisition burned through the countryside, taking down highborn noble and peasant alike.  There were those who truly believed in the evil invading their world and sought quite naively to put a stop to it.  There were those who didn’t believe in God or gods and simply wanted a sadistic taste of power.  It was all the same in the end:  poor girls were brought to cold and brutal dungeons and beaten over and over and over again until their captors got the girls to say what was wanted… until they made the girls confess…

 Time and again, the girls would suffer under the leash, under the lash, pulled apart and spread apart and tormented with spikes and iron until they cried… until they bled… until they screamed…  Their fate was preordained the moment they were accused, but their tormentors wanted to have a bit of play first.  There was more than enough time to wring out a confession.  Why not enjoy it… even if the girls would not!

 They liked the way the girls’ bodies would jiggle and quiver under the flickering torchlight as they were lewdly opened and poked and prodded.  They liked the way the girls begged… pleaded… cried… and whimpered… it made the men happy… it made the men hard…

 These girls were done for the moment they entered the dungeon… but the men would have fun with them first…