Inside, they stand along the nearest wall; a royally dressed man is standing near the far wall, instructing a torturer between the cries of the young female victim. XXX He shows her how it can be cranked to spread even wider (it is already thicker than a fist). Armando can’t even imagine what this man has been through in the last few hours. “Nooo please…not my tits again,” the very young but well-endowed slave begs. Next, instead of a poker, the torturer retrieves a wicked-looking set of red-hot pincers from deep in the brazier. The cruel torturer picks up the first needle and just touches it to the top of her left breast. He slowly places it under her outstretched right arm, right in the center of her armpit. The agony must be unbelievable. His chest, stomach, and legs are lined with many dozen red lash marks.
