Chapter Three. The needles.
Two men released Alba and she fell to the ground, her body glistening with sweat and whip marks. The young woman gasped, unable to get up from the ground. It was the executioners who raised her again and tied her up with her arms raised, this time showing her breasts to the executioner
Then she could see the thirteen executioners, excited to now see her nude body. Alba's breasts weren't large but they were very well shaped and now glistened with sweat. The belly was almost flat though not muscular. A small bush of blonde hair adorned the pubis and under it the upper part of the vaginal lips that the girl tried to hide at all costs keeping her legs tight.
Normally the soldiers just whipped the condemned from behind, but it was clear that this case was very special and that the centurion had received a reward for baiting himself in such a heinous way. Accordingly, the centurion seized another whip and, uncoiling it at once, delivered a mighty lash across the girl's breasts. This time, Alba saw it coming and turning her head closed her eyes.
The violent lash grazed her breasts making them jerk and she screamed in pain, trembling with rage and suffering.
The centurion swung the whip back again and it hit the same spot with a loud crack, the whip taking the shape of the girl's breasts and pulling it back causing five painful wounds.
The next whiplash hit the lower part of the belly very close to Alba's sensitive sex.
The young woman screamed again with all her might, crying and crying.
The next lash hit the girl in the navel and the next along the thighs, causing intense pain to the victim.
The next whiplash was between the legs and directly injured the young woman's sex causing an intense howl of pain, the soldiers applauded the skill of the executioner
However, the centurion did not continue whipping because Alba could die right there. He had enough experience and he didn't want to risk losing his prisoner too soon. Surely the praetor would demote him if he knew that because of his incompetence Alba had been spared death on the cross. It must be taken into account that the Roman judges considered the crucifixion as an exemplary death.
The centurion had all this in mind, however, he had been commissioned something very special for that German whore and he was willing to carry it out with pleasure. He would not continue with the whip, then, but he would resort to something very painful and refined that Lucio himself had suggested to him.
Meanwhile, while they prepared the next torment, Alba wept with her head bowed on her chest. She was unable to bear any more and wished a liberating death would come.
Suddenly the young woman noticed that the soldiers were bustling around her again, then the executioner forced her to raise his face by pulling on his hair. Alba then opened her eyes and they almost popped out of their sockets when she saw what was in front of her.
The torturer showed her the panoply of tongs they used to torture and, choosing one, he showed it to him close to his face, opening and closing it with loud clicks.
- Do you know what I'm going to do with this?
The woman didn't respond, but she was sweating and panting as she stared at the tongs.
- I don't know what you have done german girl, but your master has paid a lot of money to do this to you, so thank him for what it is worth and shout so that he can hear you.
- Not my breasts, please, she screamed desperately.
Smiling, the executioner placed the tongs on the right nipple loosely. Alba kept sobbing, staring at the pincers and trembling with fear. He could feel the cold iron and the growing pressure on his chest.
When the pressure began to increase the pain became more intense and Alba closed her eyes again screaming.
That made the centurion lose control, he took the pliers with both hands and savagely tormented the nipple pulling to all sides with an intense sadistic face. Now Alba was howling in pain, shaking her head spasmodically and crying completely hysterical because she thought they were going to rip the tip of her tit off with those pliers. The tongs caught the areola of the chest over and over again, taking pinches of different thicknesses and shapes, twisting and stretching in such a way that it seemed that the skin was going to tear.
After a while the centurion moved on to the left nipple and began to torture it in a similar way, unconcerned by the hysterical screams of his victim.
- This is just to prepare you, slave, then it will be worse.
And saying this, he continued to pinch her viciously, passing alternately from one breast to another. When it finally stopped they were reddened and throbbing painfully. Alba kept crying and pitifully looked at her punished and deformed breasts.
The torturer was playing for a while until the tips of the breasts were red and the nipples were thick and red like two strawberries.