the sight of Carla's suffering. Her throat convulsed, her eyes rolled, her nostrils dilated, a gurgling scream was stifled by the chain at her mouth. Several more times the thin iron flicked over her budding nipples. The nubbins began to sear. The smell of burnt flesh filled the chamber. Carla finally fell

unconscious.

Ortiz snarled, "She is not hurt that badly. Revive her. The stubborn wench will never sign a confession, we may as well be done with her. We'll teach her a few more lessons, then dispose of her."

The girl was awakened. She stared

up at her torturers, pleading for mercy with her eyes. Fra Ortiz took a short

whip made of hard leather. At each cut her body arched in madness as he lashes her tortured breasts. Pitilessly she received a dozen strokes on each jiggling mound. Her face was contorted and drowned with tears. Her body twisted and jerked fitfully. Then the whip found her belly, slicing the smooth flesh twenty times. Six more strokes cut into her cunt, the soft lips bleeding profusely at the vile assault. Her body lunged convulsivly against the black hands that held it. Her head twisted about crazily, a mewling sound escaped her gagged lips. Her body was bloody. She went limp, more dead than alive.

Carla was then handed over to the