He moved the merciless pliars to Rasha's other breast. He tore the flesh from it, them the nipple. Rasha shrieked insanely, her body running blood. Fra Ortiz laughed as his men imbedded red hot pins in her bleeding and mutilated tits. They also did not neglect her buttocks, belly, and cunt. They kept reviving the tortured, naked, young woman pitilessly. Arizza was hoarse from cursing the Spaniards, shouting for them to stop the torture of his daughter.

"Talk then!"

Ortiz demanded.

"I swear I do not know where the treasure is now, " Arizza answered.

"You will change your mind,' " Ortiz

assured him.

Taking the pincers, he siezed Ras-

ha's cunt lips and pulled horribly. With

a keen-edged dagger he sliced them from her gaping cunt. His men took the bloody pieces of meat, forced Arizza's mouth open, and shoved them down his throat. Again they revived Rasha, as they chained her father to a horrible apparatus. It was shaped like an H lying on its side. Arizza's arms were chained to the top bar, his widespread legs to the bottom. The center piece of the H revolved counter clockwise. Both bars turned in opposite directions.

Rasha, only half alive, saw the evil machine begin to turn. Her father's shoulders and chest twisted to the right,