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Adrea and the inquisition - Part 4 (Final)

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Adrea and the inquisition - Part 4 (Final)

Adrea is crying hard, looking at the inquisitor with tearfilled eyes, pleading him to stop the torture. “Oh pleeeheeheeheease, I really don’t know any more witches! Make it stop, please! I confessed and gave you a name, isn’t that enough? Have mercy, please! I can’t take anymore tickling on my soles! Please, not the goat again! It tickles so very bad!”
Ignoring the girl’s moaning completely, Rodrigo goes back to the barn, but this time deeper inside, but coming back out with something, that lets Adrea’s blood freeze, leaving her totally paralyzed for a good 10 seconds.
As the torturer heads back towards the stocks, he lead TWO goats behind him! They are smaller and seem to be younger than Isabella, but they already smelled the salt on the girl’s soles and jump from joy about being fed very soon.
“No! Nohoohoo! You can’t... Please! Anything but that! Not two of them! Oh goooohoohood, I will die if they tickle me!”,
Adrea begs in sheer panic, thrashing around in the stocks, but still unable to free herself.
Rodrigo grabs both leads in one hand and catches a small chair from aside, placing it in the middle of Adrea’s feet, a good 2 meters in distance to the target of torture. He takes care that the goats still can’t reach the feet, yet, but mocking them about what will happen very soon. “Good girls! Yeah, there we go! Are you hungry, sweethearts? Yes you are! Patience, sweety’s, it will all your’s, don’t worry!”

The inquisitor looks sharply at the girl in the stocks. “Now I introduce our youngest stuff-members: Maya and Clara. They are a little jumpy sometime, so Rodrigo needs to control them by the leads, but you will not believe, how fast their tongues are! Do you want to give them a try or have you changed your mind about some names?”, Cepo asks, secretly hoping Adrea will not cooperate and the torture can continue.

“I caaahaahaaan’t! Pleeeeease!”, is all, the terrorized girl manages to scream.

Without a word, the inquisitor gives his henchman a wink with his hand. Rodrigo takes his place on the chair and put one lead in each of his hands, still keeping them in a good distance to the salt-coated soles.

“Who will be first, hmmm? I think Maya gets her chance.”, he says to himself and with that, he gives the right goat some more of the leather-lead free, to allow the animal, to reach what it desires: The salt on the girl’s left foot.
Maya starts licking fast and greedy, moving her fur-covered mouth from heel to toe. Adrea is in hysterics within seconds again, laughing like crazy. “Aaaaaahaahaahaaaaiiiihiihiihiihiiii! Noohoohohoohooouuuhuuhuuuuu! T.t.taahaahaahaake her a..a..aahaahaahaaaawwwwwaaaahaahaahaaaayyyyyyy! Aaaahaahaahaahaahaahaaaahaaa!”
Her toes flay, flex and wiggle absolutely chaotic and she tries to kick the goat away by moving her foot as much, as the thick wooden bars that hold them, allow in a very limited way of only one or two inches.

After what seem 10 minutes to Adrea, but were originally only 2 of them, Rodrigo pulls back this one goat and loosens the other lead long enough, to make Clara reach the right sole of the victim. Not feeling much difference between each of her tormented feet, the girl bursts into helpless, torturous laughter again. “Iiiiiihiihiihiihiiiiii! Noohoohoottt t.t.thaaahaahaahaaaat! Aaaaahaahaahaahaahaahaaa! Stooohoohoohooooooopppp iiiihiihiihiihiiiitttt! Aaaaaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaaa!”
“The names? It will end directly after you give us more names of other witches you met!”, the inquisitor tells from behind the room, watching with joy, how the foot curls and twists in the stocks, creating some little wrinkles on the sole that are recognizeable even through the thick layer of salt.

The torturer pulls back Clara after almost 2 minutes again, but just to give Maya a second chance. These young goats take it as feeding and like a kind of a game somehow, too, so they try to get as much salt from the feet, as the short time allows,
what makes the licking even faster and with random pattern, completely chaotic.

Adrea jumps on her butt, pulls at the ties at her hands, her feet move in ell possible directions, her toes spasm painfully, sweat has wet her hair as she had just taken a shower. She can’t see anything because the mixture of salty sweat and tears in her eyes and her head is moving around like she tries to throw him off her neck.

“Oooooouuhuuhuuhuuhuuuuuu! Aaaahaahaahaahaahaahaaaiiiihiihiihiihiihiihiihiiii! Haaaahahahahahahihihihihiiiiiihiihiihii! Nooooouuuhuuhuhuuuuuwwwwwwaaaahaahaahaahaaa!”, the girl howls with laughter, unable to form words.

After switching a good 20 times from left to right, from Carla to Maya, the inquisitor gives Rodrigo a sign again and the man pulls back Maya, who was licking the sole of the suffering victim since 3 minutes. “Now, you like to tell me something or do you want our twins some more salt, served on your so exquisitely sensitive soles?”, Cepo asks with the evil grin on his face again, Adrea saw so often within the last hours of torture. She hickups, coughs and tries to control her breathing back to a bearable rhythm and shakes her head to get the sweat and tears and hair away from her face.
“P..p..please, s.s.stoohohooopp! No more tickling! Please! Take those goats away from my feet! Please! I can’t take another minute of them licking my soles anymore! Oh pleeeease! I really don’t know any more names!”, she begs, but her mind is racing, to find any solution, trying to get back faces and names of any women she met in her life before. She can’t concentrate. No face matches a name or location. She knows she has to find an exit to this hell, but she is not able, to put one and one together, for having face, name and location of women, the inquisitor could arrest.
“There is only a little space between bravery and stupidity! – Proceed!”, Cepo barks and sits back on his comfortable chair.

Maya is put back to work and the little animal starts to move her tongue over Adrea’s sole again. No inch of the surface is spared out. The licking goes from heel to toe pad, from arch to heel and back to the toe-stems in fast and completely random patterns, making it absolutely impossible for the victim, to be in any way prepared for the next attack to the nerve-endings in the hyper-sensitive soles. The girl only knows, that the other foot is next and then back to the first one again, endlessly, driving her mad, totally insane at the end. She has to find something to offer to her torturers. The girls thinks hard about names and locations of women, that would be worth of sending them into this hell but with every minute, the goats were licking the soles, the moral aspect of only giving people, who have done anything bad to Adrea before, melts away more and more and she thinks just about names of females, no matter what role the women played in Adrea’s life before.
“Aaaaaaaaiiiiihiihiihiihiihiiiiiioooouuuhuuhuuhuuhuuuuuwwwwwaaaahaaaahaahaahaaaaooohoohoowwuuhuuhuuhuuuuu!”, she moans with laughter while she tries to sort the female faces inside her mind.
Suddenly Adrea’s eyes fly open and she pulls her feet back so hard, that the wood cuts in the skin. Her body spasms from wrist to toe and her mouth is wide open, without any noise coming out of it for a good 5 seconds.
Rodrigo has done the un-thinkable, the worst he could do, the final try, to make his victim talk: He let BOTH goats loose and now the little pets were licking simultaniously on both of Adrea’s soles! Her nerve-system collapses. There was nothing than ticklish sensations allover her mind. Her reactions look more like an epileptic-shock than any form of brain-controlled reaction. Her leg-muscles spasm, she jumps on her butt on the hard wooden bench, sweat, tears and even some hair flies through the chamber, from shaking her head so violently, that Rodrigo fears, her neck could break. The feet are positions steady in a cramping position of toes mixed in flexing and curling, one foot pulled up straight, the sole completely stretched, the other foot flexed and twisted lightly inside, but both feet totally frozen without moving, while the goats continue to lick the tasty salt from every square-inch of skin-surface. After getting her voice back, Adrea’s laughter sounded not human anymore. It was like the mixed sounds of insanity and animalic instincts. “Aaaarrrrrggggg! Nooouuuhuuhuuhuuhuuuuuwww!  Aaaaauuuuuhhuuhuuuhuuuhuhuuuuuoooohohoohoohoohoohoooowwwwaaaaahaahaaahaahaaaiiiihiihihihihihiiiiii!”
The tongues of the goats are everywhere at the same time and the bristles from the stiff but fluffy fur add even more stimulations to the over-sensitized nerve-endings in the girl’s soles. She can not take it anymore. She is broken completely. She would give the names of her mother and sisters, if that would free her from this ticklish hell. Nobody can stand that, it’s unbearable, inhuman, impossible to be tollerated by any human being on earth, Adrea is sure of that. She closes her eyes to give herself a chance, to make up her mind for sorting faces, names and locations, as many as he can remember.
Her stomach hurts so bad and her lungs burn from laughing so much within the last hours. Her body can’t stand any more.
“Oooohoohoohoohooouuuhuuhuuhuuuwww! S..s.sssstooohoohoohooooopppp! Aaaaaahaahaahaahaahaaaa! G.g.geeeheeheeheeett t.t.the g.g.gooohoohoohoooaaaats a.a.aaahaahahaawww.w..w..waaahaahaahaaaaayyyyyy! Ooohoohooho g.g.oohoohoohooooodddd! Aaaaiiihiihiihiiii! I.i..iii t.t.taaahahaahahaahahaaaalk!”, Adrea screams between tortured laughter, hoping the inquisitor will understand her pleas within the laughing.
Cepo raises his arm and oders Rodrigo to stop. “Did you hear what I hear? Get the goats back!”, he commands. The torturer pulls hard at the leads of both goats, pulling them back to a good one meter distance to Adrea’s tormented soles.
It takes a good minute, to make the girl regain her breath back into a bearable way again. Her head sinks down in frustration, but she knows, she could not stand only 30 seconds more of this hellish tickling. Adrea’s mind works hard, trying to sort the good from the bad, but in the end, she does not care anymore for whom she will give into the clutches of these evil henchmen. All she wants, is to end her own torture, at any cost, no matter who will pay for it.
“Now, my child, speak up! Give me the names of a minimum of 5 other witches, or you will spend another hour with Maya and Clara!”, the inquisitor scared Adrea to death. After a deep sigh of frustration and hate against herself, the girl gives Cepo 7 names, locations and even some ‘crimes’ these women have done. She knows what will happen to these women and even if 3 were former friends of her, the risk of having her own soles being tickled for 1 hour again by the goats, Adrea could do nothing else than to talk finally.

THE END
The last part of Adrea's torture with a goat,
licking the soles of her feet, to make her
confess about witchcraft.

The story is inspired by Restif's pics.
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