Brown / Alvarez (helping a victim of torture is only the beginning for showing her pure hell)

thecuriousone · Jul 9, 2024

Nice story. Is this the end or is there more coming in the future?

drp717171 · Jul 9, 2024

thecuriousone said:
Nice story. Is this the end or is there more coming in the future?

There are two more parts .

drp717171 · Jul 17, 2024

(Part 2)

1

Vanessa Ruiz was relaxing in the bathtub, on the edge of which was a glass of aromatic red wine. Through the huge penthouse floated the melody of refined jazz, the refrains of which softly penetrated the spacious bathroom, where the beautiful woman had indulged in thoughts that had made her instinctively and imperceptibly put the fingers of her right hand between her thighs and caress her clit . She had closed her eyes and, as usually happened in moments of mild alcohol intoxication, her memories took her back to the moment of her Rubicon, after crossing which she ceased to be an ordinary girl like everyone else and became the Angel of Pain.

But she knew that before this event there was one more. In the rare moments when she asked herself the question "what if?" and it seemed that the fragile age of maturation was shaken by this very scene she had witnessed and which traced with a bright phosphorescent trail the vector she took in developing her sexuality and her nature in general.

She was left without a mother only at the age of 8, and since then her father took care of her entirely - a domineering and harsh man, for whom tenderness and compassion were uncommon , and brutality - his second nature. He raised her spartanly. He often beat her and punished her even for the smallest transgressions. At first, Vanessa met all this with childlike drama, not wanting to accept the fact that her own father could raise a hand against her, but then she got used to the rudeness and pain. They seemed to become part of her world and she began to perceive it as the most normal thing in her life . Carlos Ruiz, her father, was the chief of one of the police stations in Santiago and sometimes, especially if she finished school early, she would go to his office in order to go home by his company car. Five years had passed since the loss of her mother, and Vanessa herself had turned into a beautiful, dark-haired, slender girl who was admired by both her classmates and some of the teachers at the school. Including some of the female teachers. It was on that hot day in May that what she thought changed her completely and pushed the invisible button inside her, then she took the path that led her to where she was now - the dark zone of sadism and insatiable drive.

She remembered the events of that time as if they had happened yesterday, not almost 30 years ago. She had entered as usual through a metal gun detector at the main entrance, greeted the uniformed policeman there, and continued down the hall to her father's office. But there was no one inside. She knocked on the next door, where another man in uniform was typing some report on a mechanical typewriter. She asked him where she could find Chief Ruiz, and he said without looking up that he was probably downstairs. In the dungeons? Vanessa had been specifically instructed by her father to never, ever, ever look in there. But this time some inner voice of curiosity and interest in the forbidden gave such a loud howl that she could not resist it! Not even then! She didn't know why. The urge to go downstairs became overwhelming. She walked a few meters further down the corridor until she reached the metal door behind which were the stairs to the underground floor. She took a deep breath, hesitated for a second, and took the first step down.

(Years later, she thought, those stairs down had become the perfect metaphor for her profound sexual metamorphosis into the woman she was now! The woman men lusted after, but also thought was crazy, and other women were terrified of!)

Loud music was playing downstairs. And through the music there were shouts. Cries of pain. They were female. An invisible hand seemed to push her forward along the dim corridor towards the door from which the noisy commotion was coming. The music was getting louder. The shouts too. They were cries of brutal pain and despair. And then Vanessa felt for the first time that telltale and sweet warmth in her groin, which she knew was characteristic of slightly older girls and women - arousal! She bent down to the keyhole and what she saw in this fragment of the cell, caught in the outline of the lock, forever changed her! A naked young woman hung upside down in front of her. That part of the body was visible from the middle of the thighs to the floor. Her body was covered with red and in places bloody marks. On the nipples and there were clips to which were attached wires leading to who knows where. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her whole body was shaking wildly. She was drenched in sweat and glistening in the light of a powerful lamp that was pointed at her. He screamed and tossed his head. Vanessa watched the scene, and her breathing had stopped. Her heart was racing wildly and she seemed to notice in passing that she felt wetness between her thighs... She saw urine gushing out from between the legs of the tortured woman, which spilled down her sagging body and began to drip onto the floor beneath her. At that moment the screams stopped and so did the perverted body dance and. In Vanessa's view a man appeared with his back turned against her. He knelt down in front of the drooping woman and raised her head. He grunted something, stood up and disappeared again to the side of the keyhole. After a short moment, someone poured water on the fainted woman and she came to life , choking. The man reappeared and crouched before her. His shoes looked familiar to Vanessa. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the back pocket of his pants. She saw his movements as he put the cigarette in his mouth, and then… Then he dropped the lighter, which fell behind him. He turned to pick her up off the floor. And then she saw her father! She pulled back instinctively and, losing her balance, staggered a few more steps until her back was against the wall behind her. She was bathed in sweat! She was breathing rapidly, and before her eyes a diaper was spreading, in which reality seemed to dissolve, losing its real forms and dimensions. The music was still playing and she saved herself from being heard as she gasped to catch up on the lack of oxygen from WHAT she had just seen! She ran back, took the steps up two at a time, slammed the door behind her and ran in a panic towards the exit. She ran for a long time . She wanted to just come home and hide . Minutes later she went into her room, locked the door behind, and curled up on the floor in the corner behind her bed. She was trembling. In spite of the heat outside, he had the feeling that he was in a refrigerator, and sweat continued to break out on her body.

Her father did not come home until evening. When he arrived he was visibly in the mood. He didn't invite her to the table. She was used to it. And in addition she had no appetite. She was only thinking of what he saw through the keyhole. When she went to bed in the evening, she hid underneath the blanket and for the first time touched hemself down there... She recreated the picture of the interrogation again and again and her young body shook for the first time in something new and amazingly strong! Something that was not familiar to her, but turned out to be so sweet, fiery and delicious - the first orgasm.

She lost her virginity at 18. She didn't like it. She was with some inexperienced polytechnic student whom she quickly forgot. After that, she had one or two longer relationships with older partners, but something inside her longed for something else. For women. And in a more special way. The fantasy of their naked bodies, causing them pain in various ways had become a sweet obsession and there was hardly an evening where she didn't masturbate before falling asleep imagining such scenes.

When he entered the medical university secretly from his boyfriend at the time, she started an intimate relationship with a 30-year-old assistant from the department of pathoanatomy. Her name was Elena and she was quite openminded . In fact, she was the one who picked her up . But later, Vanessa became the leader, and Elena obediently accepted the submissive role. The two willingly experimented with sex, until one fine October evening in 64, Vanessa suggested for them to make love at the university. The assistant accepted with undisguised curiosity wondering what her young partner was up to. They sneaked in and illuminating the corridors with a pocket flashlight, running barefoot (they had taken off their shoes so that the night guard wouldn't hear them) to the offices where the exercises were held. Elena wondered what Vanessa was having in mind when her girlfriend took her to a door, which had an "Gyno dept." sign on it. They went inside and locked themselves .

- What...- Elena tried to say something, but the student put an index finger to her lips as a sign of silence.

She led her to the gynecological chair. Elena could feel her heart beating madly full of excitement, for fear of being found here. From the unknown. She was wearing a short green dress. It was a warm fall and her legs were bare. Vanessa was wearing denim shorts and a see-through t-shirt that accentuated her tantalizing body. The two long-legged slender women stood facing each other in the dark room, and in the beam of the flashlight, which they had placed on a table near the door, Elena's legs could be seen through the thin fabric of the dress and. In the silence, only the rapid and heavy breathing of the two could be heard. Vanessa pushed her back as Elena leaned against the seat of the chair. Without waiting for further instruction she lay back and raised her legs on the pads. Vanessa opened them as wide as possible and then wrapped bandages she took from the table next to her around Elena's legs so that she couldn't remove them from the bed of the gynecological chair. The assistant could feel the arousal escalating in her and when Vanessa tied her hands and under the backrest she felt that just one touch of her clit and she would cum insanely hard!

Vanessa reached for a pair of medical scissors and carefully cut off her partner's panties, then pulled them out from under her and tossed them to the floor. She squeezed some moisturizing gel onto the fingers of her right hand and gently inserted them into Elena's vagina. She began to fuck her slowly, expertly performing swirling movements in the love channel of the moaning woman on the gynecological chair. She bent down between her legs and her naughty tongue danced over the assistant's pink tempting clit. Her palm had already sunk almost halfway into the wet vagina and with her fingers she was massaging the top and irritating in an indescribable way the G-spot, which Elena had shown her how to find without fail. Vanessa's eyes could see the other woman's flat stomach and rapidly heaving breasts. Although bound, Elena's body began to twist uncontrollably, and her moans grew louder. The lean and leg muscles vibrated between the legs and the juices of arousal flooded Vanessa's palm. The younger woman felt that Elena was approaching orgasm and at that moment she gathered her fingers with which she was fucking her as much as possible, forming them in her like the tip of a spear and sharply inserted her palm inside the body and, until the long nails were stuck in the cervix of the bound woman. Elena's body stretched like a string, lifting herself above the table as far as her bound limbs would allow, and an agonizing cry of pain came from her mouth. Her legs began to kick helplessly as Vanessa tried to twist the claws embedded in the delicate flesh to inflict more pain on her victim. Her eyes were clouded and she didn't notice how Elena dropped her urine and splashed her clothes. She took her hand out of the poor woman's vagina. Blood was dripping from her fingernails. The bound young woman was sobbing and writhing on the table, and Vanessa calmly took a few steps closer to her partner's beautiful face and shoved the rest of the ball of bandage into her mouth, then taped a band-aid over it so she couldn't push it out with her tongue . Then she went between the parted legs again and caressed the venus hill, gently lowering her fingers between the still parted wet labia. Her thumb rested on the swollen clit and began to massage it, but Elena was no longer in the mood for love . It was also flailing desperately from her mouth, and inarticulate sounds of protest, pain, and terror could be heard. Her eyes widened in despair as she saw Vanessa pick up a long, thick needle from the table next to her and, with a sinister smile, run her finger along its entire six-inch length. She whispered to Elena almost lovingly in the twilight:

- I've wanted to do this for a long time, my love. Bear with me a little longer, please. I have ideas that I will fulfill with you.

Elena twisted again, Vanessa crouched down slightly, adjusted the flashlight on the table next to her so that its beam was directed right between her friend's parted thighs and placed the point of the needle in the center of the perineum area. Sensing what her lover was about to do, Elena tried to scream at the top of her voice, but only ugly muffled sounds came out of her mouth. Vanessa smiled and slowly began to insert the needle into the flesh. The victim was tossing and turning as if demented, the gynecological chair was shaking, but the bandages were tied tightly! The needle sank to the very end and Vanessa took second. She chose a spot half an inch from the first and pushed again. The blade pierced the sensitive skin and began to make its 15cm path into the young woman's body and it reacted in a perversely beautiful way - it writhed as if shaken by an orgasm, every vein on Elena's beautiful neck was bulging, her hair was scattered and stuck to her sweaty face, her dress was drenched with sweat... Vanessa had inserted the second needle all the way, and the excitement in her had reached unbearable dimensions. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her fingers under her panties, touching her clit. She liked to masturbate, and now, after her fantasies (or at least some of them) came true, the pleasure of this act was amazing with its intensity and power. It was over very quickly as she watched the squirming Elena and a new idea came to her. The assistant was crying incessantly and pleadingly tossing her head. She wanted this hell to stop. Let it be over! She just wanted to leave the room and forget about everything! But Vanessa… Vanessa wasn't done yet. She rummaged through her handbag and pulled out a lighter. She picked up a third needle and looked at Elena quizzically.

- I wonder how your body will react if I heat up the last needle before inserting it into your anus? - she muttered very quietly, as if to herself.

Elena desperately began to shake and squirm on the gynecological table, while Vanessa stared at the button on the lighter and inserted the long needle into the flame and the metal quickly turned red. Desperate cries and screams came from Elena's mouth. Carefully and delicately, with the fingers of her left hand, Vanessa spread the cheeks of the firm and ass of and slowly approached the needle, which glowed in the dark with its ominous hue. Just as she was about to ram it into her anus, Elena lost control again due to the extreme terror and stress she was experiencing and a powerful stream of urine splashed into Vanessa's face. She instinctively pulled back, tripped over something on the floor and fell on her back.

- You… You dirty bitch!!! - she hissed through her teeth, stood up quickly and, clattering with the heels of her high sandals, took a few steps to her lover's head. The world around her shrunk into a small point, in the center of which shone a fiery red sun, and around it was absolute darkness! She did not count her movements at the moment, but moved mechanically, as if commanded by the invisible forces of those demons, which were already irreversibly released. She felt something next to her (the hose of a blood pressure measuring device), wrapped it around Elena's neck and began to pull its ends. Furious! Mercilessly! Vanessa could see how the young assistant's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and her face turned purple. She could see her still tied and straddling the table, her legs kicking desperately. Last trickle of urine gushed out between her thighs when the life left her forever... She continued to stretch the hose for several minutes after Elena was actually dead and the body had stopped convulsing.

After that, things had developed in a grotesquely surreal way. Many of the moments of the hours after what happened later were lost and to this day he could not restore the order of events, but it so happened that her father used his connections at the highest levels to save her from the only possible punishment - prison or the death penalty, but in exchange she had to accept an offer she simply couldn't say no to.

The phone rang. Vanessa opened her eyes. She was still in the bath lost in her memories of those events that had changed her life. The phone kept ringing. She stood up naked, shiny and wet, stepped over the bath and with her graceful gait went towards the annoying apparatus, which continued to cut the ears with its unpleasant rattling sound.

- Vanessa. - she heard the familiar favorite voice. It had been several years since this man had entered her life, but his timbre continued to have an intoxicating and exciting effect on her…

- Brown? I hope you have a very good reason for calling me at this time. - she replied playfully and her laughter caressed the ears of the man on the other side of the line .

- You won't believe what I'm about to tell you, Vanessa!

She could hear the undisguised excitement in his voice. And he began to tell the story. And she listened to him and felt how her heart quickened its rhythm with each of his words, until finally it skipped wildly and her breath was not enough, causing her throat to dry up from the feelings that were rising in her. Again the memories... Again that black crow that kept coming back and pecked at her with its sharp beak, making it impossible for those bloody pages to be burned out and their ashes to be blown away by the wind of time.

drp717171 · Jul 17, 2024

2

The Angel of Pain... She remembered very well when they came up with that sinister nickname. Vanessa sat naked in the large leather armchair, from which there was a delightful view of the night city and the lake illuminated by hundreds of yachts and ships. She lit a cigarette, inhaled the smoke deeply and exhaled through her nostrils. She crossed her long shapely legs and in the dim light of the living room lamps the rapid rise of her perfectly shaped and large breasts could be seen.

She poured herself the wine that was waiting for her in the crystal glass on the table next to her and blissfully closed her eyes.

The Angel of Pain... And the deal he made with the police and security forces. That offer she couldn't refuse.

They found out very easily that she was the one to commit the murder at the university. She had been forcibly taken from her rented apartment just hours after the "atrocious incident," as the newspapers reported the next day. Vanessa was under enormous stress and stunk on alcohol. From her ID documents they found out who her father was, and that exactly was the starting point of a path she was about to follow in the next 11 years.

After the initial statement that was recorded in the police she was left alone for several hours in the interrogation room. Then 3 men entered. Two were in general's uniform, and the third was a civilian. They introduced themselves as ESMA - the Chilean security forces. She had heard terrible things about them and thought they had come to take her to one of their many torture centers, but things turned out in a very surprising way .

Only the oldest of them spoke . (As it became clear later, his name was Ramon Caceres and he was Vanessa's direct superior for the next decade). His voice was low and husky. He was a friend of her father since childhood. And he would help. But under one condition - to work in Villa Grimaldi. For ESMA. He also explained that he had seen exactly what she had done to her ex-girlfriend, which according to the psychologists of the Secret service department could only be done by a person with pronounced sadistic traits and perhaps bipolar disorder in an advanced phase. He also took into account the fact that she was studying medicine and was familiar with human anatomy in detail, which was a huge advantage for her new job - that of a full-time interrogator . What would happen to her if she refused? Death by hanging. And so Vanessa plunged into the raging river of unrelenting perversion and sadism that turned her once and for all into the Angel of Pain.

She sipped her wine and laid her head back on the soft leather back of the armchair. She opened her legs and placed her left hand on the entrance to her vagina and her fingers began to massage her clit. She remembered…

The memories ...which always affected her in the same way. Excitement! This was the only thing she felt while he was causing pain to those hundreds and perhaps thousands of women and men who had passed through the experienced hands in those not-so-distant times.

At first they only trained her. Her instructor was a white-haired man in his 70s. They just called him the Doctor. He was American and she suspected he was working for the CIA, but she never found out if she was right. He showed her everything she needed to know about her new job . The subtleties of the craft. The intensive course lasted 3 months and included both theoretical training and practical activities.

He taught her which are the most painful areas on the human body - both for men and women. How much pain can the representatives of both sexes endure in different age ranges. How often to repeat the torture and in what time zones. How strong and long-lasting was the current that they used widely to obtain confessions. The ratio between these characteristics of it and the age and weight of the tortured and many other details that she didn't even know about. The Doctor had elevated this activity to a literally academic level. He treated her with extreme seriousness and enviable professionalism.

Later, when they got down to do practice , she was amazed at how this man kept his absolute composure when interrogating his victims, treating them simply as subjects from whom he had to get certain results. Even as she progressed in her work, she continued to experience arousal, especially while torturing women and girls, and was unable to attain the level of self-control and meticulous professionalism that the Doctor consistently displayed. The memory of the first woman, on whom he had demonstrated the entire range of methods applicable to the female sex, had stuck in her head with particular persistence. She was a 22-year-old student. An amazing black-haired beauty, the mere sight of whom had made Vanessa's heart race, and when the policemen stripped her and tied her legs to the metal bed, she felt herself getting wet. The doctor spoke slowly. He showed where to stick the needles on the body and how to then run current through them. He also showed which places to treat with the hot soldering iron. He was particularly detailed in working with the current and explained to her where to attach and insert the electrodes to drive the interrogated crazy. His voice throughout was even, instructive, authoritative. Meanwhile, the poor tortured girl was literally tearing her vocal cords, tossing and turning in the wild agony of the monstrous pain, which the Doctor delivered with calmness and skill. He processed her for nearly 4 hours, during which time he showed her all the methods he had in his arsenal. The girl had already sung out the information at the end of the first hour, but the Doctor wanted to show everything. Vanessa was diligently recording, but that didn't stop her from coming a few times while watching the session. The student often lost consciousness and finally went mad from the pain. She heard no more of her. Most likely she ended up in the ocean on one of the "death flights".

What a funny thing life is, Vanessa thought shortly after it ended as memories of the Doctor flashed into her perverted mind.

Leonor Alvarez emerged again . By the time she had interrogated her, Vanessa was already an experienced interrogator and was able to quickly untie her tongue. She remembered her well, as she was one of the most beautiful women to ever pass through her hands. Now fate was encountering her again, but this time participating in the game was also her crazy lover – Doctor Brown. He also went to doctors, she thought and smiled instinctively. For a second she wondered if all doctors were as crazy as those two she knew so well. She stood up and walked out onto the huge balcony. The cool wind caresses the body and her skin prickled. The nipples too. She crossed her slim legs at the ankles and stretched her back, arching back like a cat. Her hands were wrapped around the railing, and her knuckles were white from squeezing. The excitement…

From the pain... Which she had experienced on herself!

At the time, she didn't believe that such a thing could happen to her, but…

After Pinochet fell from power, everyone who participated in one way or another in the repression against dissenters had to seek refuge in other countries. She chose the US. At first, it was difficult for her to adapt to her new role - that of a gynecologist. She barely restrained her urge to cause pain. Almost every time a beautiful woman sat on the chair with the speculum extended into her vagina, she would play in her head scenes from the past - the result of the sadist's irresistible desire in her - touching the cervix with a hot needle or wire through which current flows. It was also worth an incredible amount of effort. At least in the beginning. After that, she slowly learned to handle herself with greater ease. She found a lover with whom he engaged in both standard sex games and lighter and more innocent forms of BDSM practices involving bondage , hot wax and full-body whipping. At one point, she even thought that she had finally subdued the demonic shadows of her alter ego. Until the moment when a cheeky fool in Detroit fooled himself that he could rape her in the restrooms of the “Ice Club”. She had noticed him watching her throughout the evening – a muscular man in his thirties. Tall and strong, short haircut. With a cheeky look and a smug smile. He raised his glass a few times in a toast, but she wasn't in the mood for flirting tonight. And precisely with men. It was getting close to 3:00 AM when Vanessa decided to leave, but first she wanted to go through the restrooms. The bar had begun to empty and there was no one in the lobby. She had just headed for the ladies section when she heard a door kicked open behind her. With quick steps and slightly staggering in an alcoholic intoxication, the man in question headed towards her, and before she could come to her senses, he grabbed her around the waist and neck and dragged her into the men's room. She started to thrash and fight back, but she couldn't successfully fight the 190 centimeters of the apparently fit aggressor . He pushed her into one of the cages and his hands hurriedly roamed over her body. Vanessa was wearing a short black dress and the highest heels in her closet and she was barely able to keep her balance. To this day, she couldn't find an answer to her question, why she didn't try to scream for help, but only focused on fighting this man.

drp717171 · Jul 17, 2024

3

(Over the years, she thought she even got a thrill out of being forced, dominated, crushed. Even when his cheeky fingers managed to slip under her panties and into her vagina and she moaned in pleasure, she was mixed with something else. The other thing was that his masculinity was not strong enough to subdue her. The violence on her was not able to quench the fire of her rebellious and perverse nature ).

He had her face pressed against the wall and she could feel his erect penis resting against her ass. The man had lifted her dress up and was trying to remove her panties. His focus on wanting to fuck her and come inside her distracted him fatally. Vanessa had managed to curl her right leg up and remove her shoe. She could feel the alcoholic breath of the rapist behind her, which gave her a clear indication of the position of his head. She swung the shoe back at the man's head, holding it by the sole and using the 13cm heel for a blade, and on the first try managed to stab him in the eye. He started roaring like a wounded animal, staggered towards the cage door, holding with both hands the bleeding hole where his eyeball had been until seconds ago. Vanessa's face showed no emotion. She hobbled over to him and picked up the shoe again. With a measured movement she inserted the long heel into his left ear and then hit him hard with her right palm, driving it halfway through his head. The man's legs buckled and he fell to the floor. His cowboy boots bounced in his agony and his arms fell to his body. Then she tipped to the side and thudded to the floor in a growing pool of blood. Vanessa was standing over him and looking at him indifferently. At that moment, someone pulled open the cell door. A handsome grizzled man of about 50 appeared in front of her. He was looking at the corpse on the floor, and then at her. His clever discerning eyes quickly analyzed the situation and he offered her a hand.

Dr. Brown.

Vanessa leaned over the balcony railing and looked down at the heavy traffic on the boulevard 33 stories below. The cars looked like small insects crawling on a dry blade of grass. Her body shuddered. Dr. Brown. She found she still didn't know his first name. Ever since he introduced himself to her in this way, things have remained unchanged to this day. How many years ago had she met him? Three? Four? She owed him too much. On the one hand, it also helped her cover her tracks from the scene of the murder in that nightclub. On the other hand, he showed her things that led to another metamorphosis in her.

Vanessa Ruiz re-entered her apartment, crossed the living room and into the huge bedroom. Purple. It was the color of everything about her. The walls, the sheets, the cover of the big bed, the carpet. Even the elegant furniture. Purple. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide. Tonight the excitement was unbearable. She reached over to the bedside table to her right and side and took out the large black vibrator she used to pleasure herself with when Brown wasn't with her. She closed her eyes and brought it to her mouth. He licked it thoroughly and then slowly inserted it into the slit of the wet and half-open labia. She moaned and arched her body sweetly. She pushed the vibrator deeper into her and turned on its button.

Dr. Brown!

After the nightclub incident, she spent the next few weeks at his lakeside house. There, in solitude and isolation from outside vanity, they created the basis of their world - the world of new sensations and horizons that neither he nor she had imagined they would reach. They had crossed their Rubicon and would never be the same again. After THAT night when they first became intimate, the pieces of their puzzles fell into place in the eccentric and twisted picture of all that was buried deep within them, but waiting for the spark to ignite it. Alpha met his Omega. Sodom was joined with Gomorrah. Vesuvius poured its lava into Etna. Brown and Vanessa.

THAT NIGHT…

…” Vanessa and Brown are on the comfortable sofa in the huge living room of the house. She wears a short white mid-thigh length skirt and has her tanned legs crossed seductively. On top, she is wearing a body-hugging red fine blouse with a plunging neckline, revealing an enticing portion of her voluptuous breasts. She is without a bra. Her nipples are showing through the material. Hard . Brown stands up and turns to her. He is holding in his hand the bottle of expensive French wine with the last 2-3 sips left at the bottom. He slowly raises his left hand to her face. She follows his movements as if in trance . Her eyes are dim . From the alcohol and arousal already moistening her panties and Brown puts all his fingers without the thumb in her mouth. At first she sucks them greedily, but then he pushes deeper into her throat and Vanessa begins to choke as well. The knees are already next to each other. Her skirt is slightly pushed up. Brown removes his hand from her mouth and Vanessa takes a ragged breath. Her lipstick is smudged. There are tears in her eyes. Brown stands in front of her, opens her mouth and with one hand and the other puts the bottle in it and pours its entire contents down her throat. Vanessa drinks it all and digs her back out of the back of the sofa. Her hands clung mechanically to the belt of the man in front of her. She unbuttons it frantically, putting down his pants. The huge bulge in front of her drives her crazy. She pulls down Brown's briefs and snaps his impressive penis in front of her lips. She takes it passionately and starts blowing him while massaging his balls. Brown doesn't make a sound, just watches her from above. His gaze is abysmal. He reaches into the cleavage and finds the nipple on the left breast. He squeezes it with all his might. Vanessa screams as she pulls Brown's cock out of her mouth. She lunges at him and swings to punch him. Brown with animal agility blocks the right hook, then with his other hand he catches hers and turns her back to him. He knocks her down on the thick carpet. His right hand has gone under her throat and is choking her. With his left hand, he is lifting her skirt over her ass and moves her panties aside. His gaze rests on the table next to them. Empty glasses and a bowl of olives. Vanessa's legs try to kick, but Brown's body holds her down with all his weight. She feels that she can no longer breathe. Her face turns red, with ice it begins to take on a purple hue. The resistance is sharply weakening. Sensing this, Brown reached out to the bowl of olives and dipped his two fingers into the olive oil. He then inserts his already oiled fingers into the anus of Vanessa, who is lying on her stomach in a semi-conscious state. He fucks her with them until he widens her enough to insert his huge erect penis into her ass. He penetrates her deeply. He loosened his grip and Vanessa cried out in pain. Brown begins to move inside her in slow, deep thrusts. He decides to stop suffocating her and removes his hand from under her throat. He feels nothing but the burning breath of darkness inside him! He takes both hands and twists them behind his back and he lifts them up to cause her pain by stretching the shoulder ligaments. A picture floated into his head from something he had masturbated to countless times - a scene of torture in which the woman was hanging by her wrists, tied behind her back and in a noose, descending from the ceiling. Vanessa howls in pain as Brown continues to pound her ass. She begins to shake and the man understands that this is the orgasm that hits her with monstrous force. And not just one. After the first one comes a second! And third! The pain in her joints merges into the perverse combination of the strongest sexual feeling she has ever experienced! Brown comes out of her . Vanessa is lying limp on the floor. She's breathing heavily. He picks her up and carries her to his bedroom. Chains descend from the ceiling. Brown is standing upright, and Vanessa is swaying - she still hasn't recovered from the experience. She doesn't feel when her wrists are placed in the leather bracelets above her head. Brown spreads her legs and ties them with hemp ropes to rings in the floor. It lifts the skirt up to the waist. She tears the panties and throws them in the corner of the room. He roughly tears the red blouse and the incredible breasts are revealed in all their beauty before his insatiable eyes.

Vanessa is still wearing her red high-heeled shoes and is barely holding on to them. Her ankles are spread almost a meter apart. She is starting to regain her fitness. Her eyes are following what Brown is doing. He moves like a predator around in the room, looking for something. Rummage through the lockers. Her eyes widen in horror as she watches him find what he needs for the next game. Taser! Her breasts begin to rise rapidly as Brown slowly approaches her. He picks up the device and she closes her eyes. Her body tensed in anticipation. A sound of passing sparks and then a searing pain pierces the genitals and organs. How many seconds? Five? Or Thirty?? Her agony seemed endless! Brown is crouched down in front of her and touches the metal electrodes between her legs again. This time he's aiming for her clit. Hell swallows her again! Her whole body is shaking! She opens her mouth in a silent scream. Her chest is paralyzed and she can't breathe and scream. The current continues to flow. At the last moment, before the darkness covers her, she felt herself losing control and urine splashes down her thighs . Brown strippes naked. He works out regularly and his body looks in perfect shape for his 52 years. He's always wanted to do what he's doing now with Vanessa. He had only touched the realization of this drive once, but it had been so many years ago that all he remembered from then were his secretary's screams as she stuck a medical needle into her clit.

Needles!

Yes ! This is what follows now. Vanessa slowly begins to regain consciousness. Her body hangs helplessly on the chains. She opens her eyes and sees Brown in front of her. His face is expressionless. She feels his fingers inside her. Moans. This man walks her on the express line between hell and heaven! In the next moment he shows her a long and thick medical needle. The one she'd driven into her lover a year ago, wasn't it the same kind, passed over her head for a second. Brown grasped the right and breast with one hand, and with the other placed the tip perpendicularly right in the center of the nipple. Her eyes widen and at the same time she begins to scream as the man slowly pushes the needle deep into the tender flesh until it finally reaches the plastic stop. Vanessa starts to cry. Her body is shaking. Every muscle vibrates. She misses the moment when Brown grabs the left breast and only realizes what is happening when she starts screaming again and the second needle makes its devilish way into her erogenous zone. Brown slams her hard between the legs and hits her clit. Vanessa screams and body and squirms. He hits her again. And again. And again ! His heavy palm drives her crazy! Brown walks behind her and his strong hands cup her breasts. The needles are still in them and he grabs their plastic tips. His penis plunges into her vagina and abruptly. She moans. He fucks her furiously, and his fingers begin to spin and twist the needles through her nipples! The pain is like hell! Vanessa screams desperately. Brown tries to drive the needles even deeper, but the damned plastic gets in the way. That's why he spins them again! He wants to hurt her ! The most beautiful melody for his ears are her cries! He explodes inside her and his cum pours into her womb. An inhuman roar escapes from Vanessa's throat. She is comes again. There are streams of blood flowing from her chest. Her body throbbed. Her body is convulsing uncontrollably! She who loves to inflict pain and who goes crazy at the thought - she also loves to receive pain! The pain, in the whole spectrum! Pain – the Holy Grail of her sexuality!

Shortly before she passes out again, she is hearing herself saying softly, "I want pain..."

Hanging from the chains. Her body trembled. Brown is in front of her, watching her. Although he came off powerfully, he is still excited . He begins to masturbate while contemplating the body glistening with sweat and fluids - lifeless and tempting. He comes again. He licks the sperm from his palm and decides to continue the game. There are so many more ideas for her!”

Vanessa came for the fourth time in a row as the memories of THAT GREAT night exploded with a maddening rumble in her head. She pulled the wet vibrator from her and waited for her breathing to settle. She was going to shower and get ready for Dr. Brown. He told her that he would be with her in an hour. He had an amazing idea for the three of them.

Didymos · Jul 17, 2024

I really like the detailed description and complex constellation of this story! It really creates a very exciting atmosphere!

thecuriousone · Jul 17, 2024

I don't have time to continue reading now, but like to finish reading your story.

thecuriousone · Jul 17, 2024

I love it.

jbs073 · Jul 17, 2024

I just love the setting of student activists being punished for their politics sexually, their bodies paying for their ideas

stangler5000 · Jul 19, 2024

Wow - what a hot story. Can you write more about Vanessa's experiences as an active torturer under Pinochet?

I like stories in which a woman or a group of women sexually torture other women very hard.

Sorry for my bad English. It's not my natural language?

Wragg · Jul 19, 2024

stangler5000 said:
Wow - what a hot story. Can you write more about Vanessa's experiences as an active torturer under Pinochet?

I like stories in which a woman or a group of women sexually torture other women very hard.

Sorry for my bad English. It's not my natural language?

It looks pretty good to me!

Better than my, um, whatever you speak!

drp717171 · Jul 19, 2024

stangler5000 said:
Wow - what a hot story. Can you write more about Vanessa's experiences as an active torturer under Pinochet?

I like stories in which a woman or a group of women sexually torture other women very hard.

Sorry for my bad English. It's not my natural language?

Maybe .

I am not sure whether I will find time to make such a spin-off , but it would be really interesting to dig deeper into this antagonist's character. We will see...

drp717171 · Jul 19, 2024

jbs073 said:
I just love the setting of student activists being punished for their politics sexually, their bodies paying for their ideas

Students are my preferable target.

thecuriousone · Jul 19, 2024

drp717171 said:
Maybe . I am not sure whether I will find time to make such a spin-off , but it would be really interesting to dig deeper into this antagonist's character. We will see...

I hope you can find the opportunity.

cynthia the inocent · Jul 21, 2024

We made an interesting discovery last night. I had a couple of guests last night. We cooked steaks on the barbie and drank a few bottles of wine along with smoking some grass. These ladies are tough dykes, a fun couple, and I expected to be their entertainment. As the sun went down, the night air cooled down and we moved the party from the pool to the playroom. I was changing out of my wet bathing suit when the ladies grabbed me and without hesitation put me on my pool table/alter. I knew we were going end up doing something. They have been to my house before and know how much I enjoy a little rough play and even if I put up a fight, I am submissive, and they are too strong for me to resist. My bathing suit was down around my ankles, so it got removed by one of them while the other secured my arms to the top of the table. What's a girl to do. A little drunk and very stoned and as usual, Horney, I knew we were about to have fun.
After some touchy, feely my feet were secured in my favorite position, spread eagle. I was more than ready for a good Toung lashing, but they were more in the mood to torture me. It started with some light whipping on my tits and belly and then some strong strokes on my pussy. Painful but pleasurable. One of the gals produced a Tens unit from her bag of toys. I enjoy tens, but don't want any electric play above my waist. They knew that from previous visits, so they clamped my nipples with clamps strong enough to make me scream. My farmhouse is remote enough that they could skin me alive, and nobody would hear me protest. They played around with Tens pads, moving them to various positions on my thighs and working around my wet pussy lips. Then they removed a pad and hooked a large needle to it. At first, they inserted it into my gaping, throbbing hole, touching deep inside on the walls, looking for my "G" spot which they soon found. It was enough to get me thrashing about. When they were satisfied that they had my attention, they withdrew the needle. One of them asked me if I had had enough fun. I said yes, and they said no. These women are true sadists. One of them put a clamp on my clit after pulling it out as far as it would go. She held the clamp, and the other one pushed the needle into my engorged nub. I thought the pain couldn't get worse but then she turned on the ten's unit, slowly to give the maximum effect. I don't know how far she turned it up, but it felt like I was impaled with a spear. I think I passed out briefly. I felt my cervix had been torn open. They say the clit nerve runs deep to your spine.
I didn't know you could attach the pads to metal like that. I am still sore, but in a way, I actually enjoyed it. They let me get up and left. I have known the two for some time. I expect they will come over again some time, but they will have to find a different sub to play with. I would like to see them demonstrate that in front of a group of likeminded people. The BDSM club might not allow it, but I know some ladies that might want to try it.

drp717171 · Jul 22, 2024

cynthia the inocent said:
We made an interesting discovery last night. I had a couple of guests last night. We cooked steaks on the barbie and drank a few bottles of wine along with smoking some grass. These ladies are tough dykes, a fun couple, and I expected to be their entertainment. As the sun went down, the night air cooled down and we moved the party from the pool to the playroom. I was changing out of my wet bathing suit when the ladies grabbed me and without hesitation put me on my pool table/alter. I knew we were going end up doing something. They have been to my house before and know how much I enjoy a little rough play and even if I put up a fight, I am submissive, and they are too strong for me to resist. My bathing suit was down around my ankles, so it got removed by one of them while the other secured my arms to the top of the table. What's a girl to do. A little drunk and very stoned and as usual, Horney, I knew we were about to have fun.
After some touchy, feely my feet were secured in my favorite position, spread eagle. I was more than ready for a good Toung lashing, but they were more in the mood to torture me. It started with some light whipping on my tits and belly and then some strong strokes on my pussy. Painful but pleasurable. One of the gals produced a Tens unit from her bag of toys. I enjoy tens, but don't want any electric play above my waist. They knew that from previous visits, so they clamped my nipples with clamps strong enough to make me scream. My farmhouse is remote enough that they could skin me alive, and nobody would hear me protest. They played around with Tens pads, moving them to various positions on my thighs and working around my wet pussy lips. Then they removed a pad and hooked a large needle to it. At first, they inserted it into my gaping, throbbing hole, touching deep inside on the walls, looking for my "G" spot which they soon found. It was enough to get me thrashing about. When they were satisfied that they had my attention, they withdrew the needle. One of them asked me if I had had enough fun. I said yes, and they said no. These women are true sadists. One of them put a clamp on my clit after pulling it out as far as it would go. She held the clamp, and the other one pushed the needle into my engorged nub. I thought the pain couldn't get worse but then she turned on the ten's unit, slowly to give the maximum effect. I don't know how far she turned it up, but it felt like I was impaled with a spear. I think I passed out briefly. I felt my cervix had been torn open. They say the clit nerve runs deep to your spine.
I didn't know you could attach the pads to metal like that. I am still sore, but in a way, I actually enjoyed it. They let me get up and left. I have known the two for some time. I expect they will come over again some time, but they will have to find a different sub to play with. I would like to see them demonstrate that in front of a group of likeminded people. The BDSM club might not allow it, but I know some ladies that might want to try it.

Is this a real story?? If yes, so it is extremely exciting !

cynthia the inocent · Jul 22, 2024

drp717171 said:
Is this a real story?? If yes, so it is extremely exciting !

yes, a couple weeks ago.

cynthia the inocent · Jul 22, 2024

My partner and I teach safe BDSM and introduction to the lesbian lifestyle to bi-curios women

drp717171

Onlooker

thecuriousone

Governor

drp717171

Onlooker

drp717171

Onlooker

drp717171

Onlooker

drp717171

Onlooker

Didymos

Assistant executioner

thecuriousone

Governor

thecuriousone

Governor

jbs073

Onlooker

stangler5000

Spectator

Wragg

Chronicler of Crux

drp717171

Onlooker

drp717171

Onlooker

thecuriousone

Governor

cynthia the inocent

Tribune

drp717171

Onlooker

cynthia the inocent

Tribune

cynthia the inocent

Tribune

Brown / Alvarez (helping a victim of torture is only the beginning for showing her pure hell)