There are some fine images by Phlebas, and a classic (and
very gruesome) sequence by Quoom,
of girl-breaking on the Wheel at:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-wheel.3562/#post-107001
My longish poem, The Wheel, suggests a variation
(I was thinking of artists' attempts to visualise St Catherine's wheel,
the account in her legend is rather mysterious):
“Your bum will suffer first and worst,”
the Executioner says, as he tugs the chain
between my thighs,
“your shoulders, back, and arms and legs,
they’ll all be forced against the spikes.
You’ll try to keep completely still –
but that of course we won’t allow:
with whips and red-hot irons my boys
are going to make you dance!”
He slaps my rump, orders his men
to fit the manacles –
“Make sure they’re tight!”
“And then the Wheel will start to spin,
tossing you back and forth and up and down
across those spikes,
tearing your flesh to ribbons, bit by bit,
till you're ripped to a bloody rag –
like this!”
He points.
The filthy scrap
tossed over the cross-bar –
knickers off some poor kid
they’ve slaughtered here,
picked up by the engineer
to wipe her blood off his machine.
You can read the whole poem at:
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resources/the-wheel.177/