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Eulalia said:
Yes, that's a lovely exchange between you two, exploring the complexity of the torturer/victim, executioner/condemned relationship.
A few thoughts from my reading of (quite a lot of) accounts by women of being tortured by men -
  • some do mention the men, at least the rank and file squaddies, showing 'kindness', trying to make things no worse than they have to be (which is of course hideous enough), taking care to tie/ strap them as comfortably as they can, giving the victim a cigarette after the session's over - even one boy who was so shy he asked the girl to fit the electrodes in her cunt herself!
  • at the other extreme, men so depraved, they'd go off at the end of their shift, home to eat with their wives and play with their kids for a bit, then make excuses that they had 'work' to do back at the barracks, and come back to enjoy more torturing;
  • and some obviously conflicted, swinging between reluctance and violent cruelty, as if they're fighting with themselves, and taking it out on their victims.
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Joan Tree is most upset you failed to include her in the 'at the other extreme' bullet point!!!:eek::mad::devil:
 
Eulalia said:
she looks almost relieved that the waiting's over
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Yes, now the frenzy of my suffering has truly started it's best that there's no waiting.
Up with me. Let it be done! Up up up up up!
But every step of this brings new terrors.
My feet are not yet secured to the beam... they will let me hang from the nails in my wrists... until the final spikes are set... oh how I wish they had nailed my feet firm to the cross before my raising.
But they did it that way with my sister too, it's so clear to see they didn't do that while the wood was still on the ground.
And how could I ask to suffer any less?
 
malins said:
Yes, now the frenzy of my suffering has truly started it's best that there's no waiting.
Up with me. Let it be done! Up up up up up!
But every step of this brings new terrors.
My feet are not yet secured to the beam... they will let me hang from the nails in my wrists... until the final spikes are set... oh how I wish they had nailed my feet firm to the cross before my raising.
But they did it that way with my sister too, it's so clear to see they didn't do that while the wood was still on the ground.
And how could I ask to suffer any less?
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Don't forget about ropes on your wrists...
Also your sister was raped and her wrists was already nailed. You maybe prefer to be raped?..
I know, you can say "you tortured me with pear". And i know how it's horrible. But you bitten my assistant... It's his own fault...
You are brave girl, and i need to hear your scream...

Also your nails are oiled with drugs... It's already in your blood and your feelings a little dull...

Maybe you say that it is even tougher and i don't want to let you go... Perhaps...

I'll be carefull, i promise... And your pose on crux will be not so severe...
 
Hasturan said:
Don't forget about ropes on your wrists...
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Oh! The pain of the nailing does make me forget many things!

But yes I will remember the ropes when the cross rises to a higher angle, and my feet find no hold anymore, slipping down the wood, which is so smoothly polished on these crosses made by fine artisans, and I find myself held much more mercifully by those bonds, those thick strong ropes, over my wrists, my palms, across the base of my thumbs.
Thank you.

To be honest I don't even know why I did that. Biting him. It just came over me. It's not really my nature and it doesn't make anything better for anyone. I'm sorry. Too late, I know. Too late for everything anyway.
He isn't going to put that tip anywhere for a few weeks and so, I had to go through him using a different tool in me. A cold one. I could find no words for how much I regretted what I had done and I could hardly find my screams when I was punished... but... I promise...
Hasturan said:
i need to hear your scream
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you will.
 
malins said:
Oh! The pain of the nailing does make me forget many things!

But yes I will remember the ropes when the cross rises to a higher angle, and my feet find no hold anymore, slipping down the wood, which is so smoothly polished on these crosses made by fine artisans, and I find myself held much more mercifully by those bonds, those thick strong ropes, over my wrists, my palms, across the base of my thumbs.
Thank you.

To be honest I don't even know why I did that. Biting him. It just came over me. It's not really my nature and it doesn't make anything better for anyone. I'm sorry. Too late, I know. Too late for everything anyway.
He isn't going to put that tip anywhere for a few weeks and so, I had to go through him using a different tool in me. A cold one. I could find no words for how much I regretted what I had done and I could hardly find my screams when I was punished... but... I promise...

you will.
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Maybe it was revenge for raping your sister?.. Brave, strong... I like that.
This "cold one" thing - that the less you expected... He want to tear your tits with hot pliers...
You bit him well...
And for that you were just whipped and tortured with pear. Slightly... I assure you. Usually this thing opens more and can be warmed...


And, perhaps, you will not feel nails in your feet...
 
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