All the slaves hung in absolute misery, the hot sun beating down on their pain wracked bodies. The blood, surrounding the nail wounds had dried, but, with the continuous climb to the top to breathe, small rivulets still ran down the twitching limbs. Messaline shifted herself on the cornu, that was penetrating her two oriface, the squelching noise amused the crowds and the guards. The guards had fixed the cornu just right, just high enough to prevent her from escaping the torture.
The guard walked up to Messaline, with his arms on his hips, he smiled and licked his lips.
"I want you to suffer Messaline before you die, bring me the rippers!"
A guard paced up and placed the ripping tool in his hand. This was an evil implement and designed to score deep wounds in the flesh. Messaline's eyes were wide open in horror as the torture tool was waved in front of her face.
"Now where shall we start? let's start at the bottom and work our way up, don't want you to pass out too quick."
The guard placed the prongs on the top of her foot and pushed hard. The prongs were very sharp and dug into the tender flesh with ease, Messaline screamed. Slowly the guard dragged the implement up the front of her leg, up the shin and passed her knee. Blood ran down her leg and off her splayed toes and onto the dusty ground. She bit her lip and could taste the new blood in her mouth as it dripped off her chin. The guard moved to the other foot and dragged the spikes up to her thighs. More blood and more agonnising screams and writhing from Messaline made the crowd cheer even louder.
"Make the cunt suffer!" yelled an onlooker.
The guard moved the tool to her rapidly rising stomach and cut across her quivering belly, more screams of anguish were borne. The guard was pleased at the response he received from the victim, but no surprises. The implement then made its way straight up to just under her breasts. He circled each one and then stroked it gently over her sensitive nipples.
"No," he said, "I don't think I will damage these beauties."
Messaline sighed with relief but was still taking her weight on her broken heels, the pain was unbelievable.
The guard turned and went over to each slave and checked on their condition. Each slave was wrapped up in their own pain but all had calmed down from the initial thrashing around. Melissa was hanging quietly now, her face was very red from being hung upside down. The guard checked her condition, her toes were clenched and the blood had dried and blackened around the large protruding spikes. He inspected her wide open cunt and opened up the lips to see how they glistened.
"Bring me water," he commanded, and a guard brought a large container of water. He told the guard to open her fully so that he could pour the water in. He stroked the opening and rubbed until it was clean again. Then he lowered his mouth and used his tongue like a sensitive lover would do.
"Ooooooh," she groaned, as the guard ran his tongue around the tender folds of skin.
"Stop, pleeese stop," she cried, but it fell on deaf ears as the onslaught continued. The guard kept a watchful eye on her tiny feet and saw how the toes flexed open and shut as the orgasm approached. Suddenly her whole body shook as a huge orgasm hit her body. The vigarous shaking made the wounds in the feet open and fresh blood rand down and pooled on the ground.
"Nice," said the guards as they congratulated their comrade on an expert performance.
"Time to warm you up a bit Messaline," as the guard kicked the dry bracken closer to her feet.
"It won't be quick, trust me," he sneered.
Soon, the guard brought a flaming torch to the foot of the cross. He waved it in her face and slowly dropped it down her body, pausing slightly at her small tuft of pubic hair causing it to singe. Finally he dropped it into the dry wood which instantly crackled and burst into life. There was insufficient wood to burn her to death but more than enough to seriously char her feet and lower legs. Soon, small flickers of flame lapped at her immobile feet and stung the soles, heels and ankles.
"EeeeeArrrrgh!" she cried, but was unable to escape the ever increasing heat of the flames. The crowds watched as the soles began to blister and blacken in the smoke. The flames gently rose up her shaking legs and started to eat at her cunt but they rose no higher.
"That's enough!" roared the guard, and the bracken was kicked away from the struggling Messaline, who was now sobbing in anguish, what more was she to endure?
To be continued........................................................