burnt its image on the inside of her thigh, an inch from her pouting cunt. Screams ripped from Tessa's throat. Her body lunged, unmindful of the pain in her arms and toes. The stench of burnt flesh filled the dungeon. Consciousness fled, seeking mercy in oblivion.

When she recovered, they were ready to brand her other thigh. The torturecross caressed her. Again she fainted. and yet again she was revived. She was questioned, but could only shake her head and beg for death.

Her entire frame twitched convulsivly. The cross was reheated. It touched her nakedness between her avel and her cunt. Inhuman sounds ruptured from deep

within the tormented beauty. One man pull-

ed the cheeks of her ass apart. Another pressed the length of a long heated rod along the crack. Sadistically, the man spreading her cheeks let them close around the iron.

The girl was in shock. They could not bring her to her senses. For a long time the men stood and watched the quivers of pain travel the curves of her lov"Finish ly form. Finally Ortiz hissed, the bitch."

White-hot pins were driven through her breasts. Hot pincers gripped her nipples and twisted them off her tortured mounds. A tripod holding an iron bowl of boiling oil was placed under her cunt,