The Man in Black leaned over and kissed Red Feline's nipple, it was a soft, superficial kiss that was a contradiction to the pull of her crotch. The bunched material of her panties was pressing her clit, her bones, her skin; her legs trembled. The Man in Black sucked her nipple, pulling it between his teeth to bite it slowly while, at the same time, pulling her body up higher.

Red Feline opened her eyes, at last, as her pussy and nipple were the center of her pain. She wasn't sure if she was savoring the moment or hating it. It was both a fantasy come true and a horrific moment she wanted to get away from. The intensity of the pain made her shake her body, making the nail on her back move up and down and sideways, she had to flee into a dark void to stop the suffering. A big, black tunnel opened it's jaws and Red Feline jumped in.

She landed on the cold, white mable floor of the palace, the moment when Piroska's legs bent down.

The young slave, using the strong grip of the soldiers as support, quickly raised both legs, folding them up to gain strength and with a quick movement launched them together to hit the Governor on his crotch. He bent down in pain just to meet the knees of the naked slave that were on their way to crush into his face.

The Governor flew backwards, blood streaming down from his nose and into his mouth. "Damned bitch!", he screamed as his body fell to the cold marble.

The soldiers were frozen, holding Piroska still as she tried to break loose from their grip. They had to grab her body to keep her from jumping away from them to attack the Governor again, who was now regaining some composture. "You'll pay for this...I'll tame you no matter how long it takes!", he screamed hysterically, struggling to get up.

The Man in Black released Red Feline's panties and her body returned to its previous position. Her toes rested on the floor and her wrists held her body again. The man let her hang there while he prepared a fitting end to the day.

Red Feline entered into his head, to see her tortured body through his eyes. She put thoughts into him, she made him wonder how long she could last.

She was brave, he gave her that. She withstood the whipping with courage, hardly moaning. That was a precondition in Red Feline's travels into her imaginative adventures. Her heroines were capable of resisting extreme conditions, against all logic, against all science, as if they were true goddesses.

The Man in Black then produced another nail out of his back pocket.

Piroska was wondering why the soldiers didn't strike her dead. The Governor got up to his feet, his face bloodied. He limped a few steps in the direction of Piroska and the soldiers who were holding her tight.

Piroska tried to free herself to finish her task. In her eyes there was fury and the kind of determination that screamed to all who could read into her "Kill me now or I'll return to kill you from wherever you send me.".

But the Governor did not read the clear message, instead he stubbornly kept his intention of taming her. "Take her out!", the Governor screamed, "Take her out and have her flogged again, at the cross this time. Let her hang from the cross all night, we'll see if at daybreak she's still a beast.".

Piroska smiled, her eyes shining. She had caused him to bleed and that was satisfying, she was sure his nose was broken. Next time she would kill him, she only needed a plan.

The soldiers dragged Piroska down the steps, past the corridors, down the steps again to the garden where, in the middle, a tall post stood as a warning.

As the nail went through her flesh and in between her ribs, Red Feline let out a scream, perhaps the only piercing scream that in all the time of her torments came out of her lungs.

She scared her torturer, or at least that's what she thought she did. But his fear did not stop him; he pushed the nail even further in. He was methodical, almost clinical, as if he knew exactly how far to go to avoid touching any critical point. That's exactly how Red Feline would have imagined it.