"Cut her clothes off." Emili stomped Alice's spine, holding back so to not break it.
"What no! Please!" Alice squeaked in pain, which Emili met with laughter.
"Is that enough to scare you? Being naked and some bruises." Her expression changed to contempt. "You're pathetic!" She spat on Alice's face, just over her ear. It ran down her hair and over her eyes. "Spit on her! Spit on her back! Piss on asshole!" She stomped on her face and pressed deeply, and Alice could feel all her clothes being pulled from her and spiky grooves under the boot stomping around on her back, then splattering drops of spit her back.

A knife was shoved under her green panties and sawed through them and the top of her pants, before her panties were yanked away and shoved in her mouth as her pants were pulled down her legs. The man holding a pitchfork in her ankle stepped on her pants, vertically posting the pronged staff in her leg, and used his other hand to undo his zipper and aim his cock. Alice's shaking knees drummed the floor as her butt wiggled temptingly in the air, reflexively and without any of her own conscious input.

Emili sharply punched the shaded man with a wispy voice in his chest, "DON'T GET ANY ON ME!" He looked back with wide eyes of fear and nodded, kneeling to spit more accurately. She pet his thick hair as light gleamed in his reflective steel collar, she then grabbed it to yank him back just as urine from the other man splattered between Alice's buttocks and then into her asshole.

Her arms were pressed to the ground by 2 cloaked figures, spitting and drooling on her, drinking various heavy liquors. With one foot still on Alice's face, Emili stomped on her right elbow.
"Her arm! Raise it! Snap her elbow in half!"
He obeyed and lifted her hand, pushing her wrist towards the general's knee.
"GYAAAHH!" A high-pitched squeal left her circled lips as she could only feel pain in her right elbow and ankle, then the pain on her back and face returned. Her vision wass blurred but she could strongly smell smoke and everyones' body. After some moments, she regained sensations of her anus being filled and rapidly pushed around by piss, along with the crevice of her ass being splattered and reflecting a wall of urine in a semicircle that landed on her thighs and back. Her eyes faced her still-unbroken arm and she could see only nothing else except the man holding it.

"Tear it off!"
Her arm was still in great pain, but it became sharper when it was twisted. It multiplied her agony with every rotation and soared when Emili's henchman jabbed his fingernails into the started tearing away bits to weaken it for him to pull off completely, holding Alice's wrist with both hands and pushing his feet into the ground, losing his balance and almost flying backwards when it tore off and her bones showed.
"EEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAAA" Alice gasped, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH" She couldn't breathe, "AH" She gasped but no air came in, "ah.... uh." She tried desperately to inhale.

"Time for a belly slapping." Emili stepped off Alice's body and stood on her hair. "Flip her over. Show the world her lovely boobs." They were nice. The man with a wispy voice held one arm under Alice and put the other on her ribs to flip her over. The man with a pitchfork leaped sideways, having emptied his bladder, and shoved the top of the pitchfork to the ground, yanking her right leg over her left. The man holding her left arm released and let it flail helplessly, forming a fist and pathetically pounding Emili's armored shins and boots. Her left arm got scrapped against the dusty granite floor and was noticeably hurt like most of her body, but not in hellish agony like her right arm or ankle.

Her boobs had also been scraped and bounced wildly upon release. The pressure of such breasts being pressed into hard granite by an entire human left them purple, and the sudden friction of being yanked in rotation essentially slashed sections of skin.

"Everyone, slap her belly!" Emili commanded, "Spank her! Smack her thighs!"
The 4 men obeyed, drumming their palms on her tummy and ass, 2 of them holding an ankle in the air and claiming a leg.

"YES! HAHA" Emili licked her lips seeing this, "SKIN HER!" She put her hands in her pants and started masturbating. Alice's unimaginable agony made her sure she would die from the pain alone.

The pitchfork-wielder removed it and pulled skin off from the shattered ankle to her waist, tearing from the side of her ass and hip. The man-who-no-longer-held-her-left-arm picked up where the man-no-longer-holding-a-pitchfork left off, grabbing skin from the wound and running a line from her ribs to her right shoulder, then down her arms.