She could hear screams coming from somewhere outside her cell. Then her door

was

opened and Fra Ortiz walked in with

two of his men.

"Secure this bitch," he ordered.

In a moment Rasha was ready. Her arms were forced behind her back. Her elbows were pressed together and tightly bound, as well as her wrists. They silenced her pleas with a viciously tight gag.

Ortiz told her, as he fondled a naked breast, "Now you will see what torture is really like. Yours has barely begun. We will now let you see another bitch suffer. Maybe then you will decide to talk. If not, we will play with you a little more." Rasha was taken back to the torture

chamber. She was bound to a high-backed

chair. Fra Ortiz sat at her side, saying, "Watch closely. That woman has sinned against Holy Church. If she confesses, she will be killed quickly. If not, it will take an awfully long time for her to die. Learn a lesson from what you see. Talk."

The victim, Carla, was a buxom young woman, with melon-like breasts, sensual hips, magnificent thighs, and shapely legs. She was gagged with a chain, tightly pulled between her jaws, stretching thematrociously. A leather collar was fitted snugly around her neck, an iron ring affixed to the back of it. Her arms were twisted up behind her back, her wrists secured to the collar. She stared in ter-