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malins
Stumbling Seeker
Ummm... It is a ... technical term from the library of sexual frustration.
Easy for a guy to get rid of that problem though, I'd think, especially in a situation like this, especially if what you are is...
... just follow through, and forget the blue.
I'm beginning to see about those principles... they confuse me... perhaps that's what you want... I can't see through you.
Usually my sharpest weapon to manipulate my way through life will be my voice, my words; you wouldn't believe the situations I've talked myself out of. Or into.
But my voice is cried all hoarse from the whipping and I can hardly say a thing.
I'm hanging here, striped and sweaty from the lash, turning a bit this way and that, and honestly, if you whip me like that, not skin-shredding, but sometimes quite hard and then relenting, sometimes straight and sometimes wrapping around, from any which way, sometimes Oh! and sometimes Ouch! and sometimes Aaaiiiihh!!! ... sooner or later, well forget about later, I'll get a bit excited. Sorry. Lack of discipline and self-control runs through my life.
It's not like you're killing me but you are doing something to me.
Hanging from my wrists like that all the time isn't good for my joints or nerves or circulation so time after time, you make me ... change positions.
After all you don't want to hurt me, you say.
You want to...what was it again?
If I only knew, it might be I'd give it to you.
Though I'd pretend for you I wasn't wanting to give it because otherwise you wouldn't have it, am I picking that up right?
Anyway that's really high availability and, by now, umm, low resistance.
But you just ignore that.
(It stings a bit.)
I'm worrying what lust it is that you might be following...
Force doesn't have to be brute...
I would have thought it would be...
... me going "No no no nooooo oooh!",
... and him "Yes! Take that! And now THAT! Yes!"
... but it's "No", that he gives me.
People are strange.
Maybe I can get out a short sentence, as I turn my head and flick away my hair before the lash comes in again, and remind him,
that the night is still young.
It would be ridiculous if we spent it crying 'No' at each other...?
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
...you are beauty...
Usually tortures damage the beauty... I don't want that...
Whipmarks will heal quickly...
I don't want hurt you...
Two human-like beasts with red-hot pliers are really want to...
Feel the difference...
You'll just walk away on your own legs... Try to forget this nightmare...
Usually tortures damage the beauty... I don't want that...
Whipmarks will heal quickly...
I don't want hurt you...
Two human-like beasts with red-hot pliers are really want to...
Feel the difference...
You'll just walk away on your own legs... Try to forget this nightmare...
Sharkman
Governor
16 kg - O.K. So it's just relaxing for you.
There is no doubt about it, I do certainly begrudge you that. ;-)
But when gentle master take his tea break - he said: 'Take care of her, I'll back in one hour.' His two henchman (well-known human-like beasts we heard) be very polite and helpful to you and will do a little correction to your restful position. Arms back and ball still dangling.
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Enjoy the game - the best is yet to come.
Enjoy the game - the best is yet to come.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Relaxing?!?
Let's be realistic, if you suspend me like that, it'll be instantly uncomfortable, then painful, and soon damaging, especially if it's done with raw iron shackles.
Not good at all for the wrists, circulation etc.
If the suspension is done with even crudely padded cuffs, that changes a lot. Then I think for a while it can be quite enjoyable situation
Adding a 16kg weight will in that position (pulling straight down) add proportionally to the force. It won't instantly pull my shoulders out or so but it's certainly not relaxing.
About that 'kicking' thing though, seriously. I'm suspended, hanging freely, my feet are shackled together. For any kicking I'd have to bring forward my feet together, while the center of mass of my body just swings back to compensate. If I manage to connect to anything I'll be pushing myself away from it (swinging back) in an equal amount to any pitiful force I can exert. As a means of resistance it's laughable especially as it ends with me helplessly swinging back and forth awaiting increased punishment. Adding the 16kg ball here very seriously makes it more difficult to bring forward my feet (leverage) not as if there's any point to it in the first place.
The girls in the pics are restrained,
...suspend me like that, permanent damage is very likely. In an hour, I'd say near certain. 16kg ball or not.
But well, these are the beasts. Permanent damage is their business. Red-hot pliers and such.
Time for some serious screaming then.
I wonder if Gentle Master will hear and come to my rescue
I wonder if Gentle Master has arranged this all, so I'll feel grateful to Him...
malins
Stumbling Seeker
I think the title is open for you to take at the moment,
just pleeeeeaaaasse....
don't make that tea break too long...
...why don't you just have a samovar there on the corridor right outside the chamber.
Then you can be back in a moment with a cup of tea of your taste ... and shoo away these... beasts.
I very audibly don't subscribe to their idea of... care.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Ok boys.
Clever beasts.
Admit it.
You're playing as a team.
This is a kind of good cop / bad cop routine. Isn't it?
Good, I give up. Forget about a night of painfully pleasurable agonizing ecstasy under the whip.
So it's questions after all, is it?
What do you want to hear or shall I just tell everything right away.
Or , is it, Master wanted 'Naked body, opened soul...', Beasts want 'Opened body, who cares about a soul' ?
WAAAH AAAH AAH AIIIIIHHH!!!!!
Clever beasts.
Admit it.
You're playing as a team.
This is a kind of good cop / bad cop routine. Isn't it?
Good, I give up. Forget about a night of painfully pleasurable agonizing ecstasy under the whip.
So it's questions after all, is it?
What do you want to hear or shall I just tell everything right away.
Or , is it, Master wanted 'Naked body, opened soul...', Beasts want 'Opened body, who cares about a soul' ?
WAAAH AAAH AAH AIIIIIHHH!!!!!
Sharkman
Governor
No, it's not fair play respectively a team work. Gentle Master thought he could trust them. It was a big, big mistake. He is powerless locked out - condemned to be a spectator.
What's awaiting nudie?
Beasts pleasurable fun contest ?
> 'TO BE A BREATH TAKING TOY FOR A NOT SO PLEASANT FULL BODY WHIPPING GAME'
Champion is who gets her passing out. "Nothing more to say. No more ace to play. And the winner takes it all. The loser's standing small. Beside the victory. That's her destiny ..."
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Ahum.
These are the chambers and corridors of his imagination, it's 'Hasturan's Decadence' here...
locking him out is difficult, he might always have a master key...
he will always have one more card up his sleeve and if he wants, in this world it will always be an ace...
But if he does want to watch the Beasts do their work...
that's what happens...
I'll be screaming and twisting and turning at first, desperately trying to protect myself the tiniest bit from wherever the lash is coming right now.
A small mercy is that my legs are shackled together and not spead apart by an iron bar.
The whipping is breath-taking.
Soon my screams are spent and I hang limp, the only motion impelled on me by the impact of the Beast's whips.
I try to get air in my lungs in between the strokes but soon I hear ringing in my ears, my vision tunnels and goes out, and I faint.
I wasn't even able to tell the Beasts apart when I could still look at them.
They seemed shapeless, unformed, perhaps they have existed here too long, and have stepped outside of their former-human shape, or they are creatures that clotted together from pure hatred and pain that's collected in these dungeons over generations.
My unconscious form slowly swings to and fro and turns a bit from the last strikes; the beasts are alone now with the heavy breath of their exertion, my voice and my breath is gone, probably they won't bother to check whether I'm breathing shallow or not at all.
It's not much of a task when the challenge is to get me passing out, just hit very hard and very fast and it will happen soon enough. Easy victory, so one of them can call itself 'Champion' now...
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Beasts... Abhorrent beasts... I hate them...
They hiding their beast-form in false dogmas...
Look... Just look... What did you see?
Perfect shape... Naked and shakled woman... She was even grateful for the fact that her legs shakled together...
She look at you... Watching your every move... Of course she can see this abhorrent tools... Some of this tools warming in brazier... Horrific... I hate smell of hot iron...
What do you want to do? You want to make her suffer... Hear her screams, pleas for mercy...
Look at her eyes!.. You can hear her silent scream already...
I'm afraid her eyes...
And she knows that i can't just let her go... She will have to take some...
She is so beauty... And i will not let you to destroy this beauty...
They hiding their beast-form in false dogmas...
Look... Just look... What did you see?
Perfect shape... Naked and shakled woman... She was even grateful for the fact that her legs shakled together...
She look at you... Watching your every move... Of course she can see this abhorrent tools... Some of this tools warming in brazier... Horrific... I hate smell of hot iron...
What do you want to do? You want to make her suffer... Hear her screams, pleas for mercy...
Look at her eyes!.. You can hear her silent scream already...
I'm afraid her eyes...
And she knows that i can't just let her go... She will have to take some...
She is so beauty... And i will not let you to destroy this beauty...
malins
Stumbling Seeker
The smell of hot iron?
I don't hate that at all.
It's a very kitcheny-houseworky smell.
It's when very hot, glowing, red-hot iron touches certain things, that the smell goes bad.
It's not the fault of the iron.
It's the fault of the flesh.
I guess that's what will wake me?
Are you?
Afraid of the eyes ...
or what will be put there?
Malins invokes the angel on Hasturan's right. He seems torn - beauty vs. pain - until he can't seem to tell them apart. Sharkman is the demon on the left, and his poetry is so enticing, twisting and dancing with Malins' words until Hasturan cannot tell them apart. Does he see that pain is beauty. Ah, but when he makes up his mind will both he and Malins get what they are looking for? Can I hear Sharkman laughing?
AlexArts
Soul of Cinder
Oh, dear...
Look at this pliers. It is iron...
Wake you?.. With this? No...
Sunrise will wake you... Naked, in your comfort bed... Only a few, barely visible whipmarks on your body tells you:"This nighmare is not just simple dream..."
Afraid of your sight... It's begging and condemning at the same time...
Look at this pliers. It is iron...
Wake you?.. With this? No...
Sunrise will wake you... Naked, in your comfort bed... Only a few, barely visible whipmarks on your body tells you:"This nighmare is not just simple dream..."
Afraid of your sight... It's begging and condemning at the same time...
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