And this is my point of view. Sorry for being so late! I hope this will make the waiting a bit worth it.
Sweet sweet kisses to all!
Yours Gabriella
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As the rusty spike, hit with full force, penetrates Gabriella's right dainty foot, her leg collapses. First, the point divaricates the small bones in her instep, then the nail shaft wedges in between, bends and finally breaks them. The pain which suddenly radiates from the wound is terrific, and engulfs her lower limb before rapidly rising her body and exploding in her brain.
At the same time, as she involuntarily bends her leg, unable to sustain her weight on her wounded foot, her body slightly slides down. This is enough to put additional strain on the nails in her wrists, and it is like suddenly her hands, arms, her whole torso are wrapped by the flames of hell. The result is a heart sickening scream: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" as Queen Sivilla tosses back her head and howls in pain, her body rigid to brace in vain against the terrible agony they are inflicting upon her.
She keeps on screaming as the executioner continues pounding, the nail tip hitting the wood behind her foot at the second blow, and entering it deeper and deeper with a dull noise as he keeps on striking on the nail head with force, chuckling with satisfaction as he hears the desperate screams of the damned girl.
Without thinking too much he then positions the spike on her left foot and hits.
This time the blood spurts out copiously, some drops squirting on his face, some others on his robe. If when hitting the other nail he was just chuckling, now the show of blood makes him burst in a bestial laughter, and he strikes the nail head with renewed force, oblivious to the poor girls frantic cries, happy to be able to inflict such a horrible pain on her.
As also her left leg bends under the torture inflicted on her foot, and the strain ignites even more the pain in her arms, Gabriella screams with full lungs: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH". Her head is tossed back, her red sultry lips are drawn on her white perfect teeth, her harmonious lineaments contorted now from pain. As the torturer keep on pounding, she keeps on screaming her pain: "AAAAAAAHHHH nnnnooo AAAAAAAHHH AAAAHHH BY MITHRAAAAAA!!! AAAAAHHH nnnoooo ppplleeeeAAAAAAAHHHH", her body writing each time the nail penetrates deeper in her foot and the wood behind it.
As soon as the thug finishes his gruesome job on Gabriella's feet, and somebody from below barks the order to affix her titulus, another from another from the execution squad climbs a couple of steps on the ladder behind her stip. He is another rough bastard, the remaining spike already in his hands, which for the first part of the execution has just helped keeping the Queen's legs in position, his hands gripping her calves, his fingers sliding on her silky skin, the sexual tension growing in his loins. Violently, he grabs her breast and twists it, his fingers digging in her tender and sensitive flesh, inhaling at the same time, and grunting, feeling close to cum, his balls bursting to empty.
"Stop groping her! And get the titulus up! shouts Skorpianus.
And somebody gets the board, ready to inflict upon her another humiliation.
