they forced the females to strip themselves because it increased their humiliation & sense of vunerability.
I'll be thinking about that in bed very soon.
Meanwhile, something I posted a little while back starts on that theme:
So this is the place...
No windows.
Bright light, bare walls,
tiles on the floor, a water-tap, a drain,
a desk and some chairs,
a bench with a whip on it,
some machinery,
and that bare, metal bed,
‘The Grill’ they call it -
“Strip!”
I glance at that whip.
I obey.
Not much to take off –
already strip-searched,
all they’ve left on me,
shirt, bra and thong –
put them on the bench.
Feel my nakedness,
I haven't been bare
in front of a man.
even my dad,
since I was a little kid...
I turn to let them look at me –
best to co-operate –
stand as I know I must:
legs open,
trembling fingers gripping my bare buttocks,
eyes lowered submissively,
lips slightly parted...
Wondering,
‘Will they rape me now?’
The sergeant reads my thoughts,
“Not yet, you little whore,
we know what you're wanting!
After we’ve tortured you –
soaked in sweat and quivering with pain,
that's when we'll fuck you.
Girls’ cunts are more excited when they’ve had
electric current through them,
and us men
more horny when we’ve watched your sexy body
dancing in agony!”
Now to the Grill –
“Lie down!”
Hard steel, cold
to my naked shoulders, back and thighs.
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