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Loxuru said:
The human body is 80% of water (even Barb's) and ttherefore a good conductor.

Electrical current, particularly alternate current, prefers running near the skin (=skin effect).
The elastics locally deform the shape of the skin. They compress the skin zone. According to Pouillet's Law, electrical resistance increases with decreasing surface the current must pass trough. Resistance will hence be higher under the elastics. Higher resistance increases local temperature under the elastics. Temperature rise detoriorates the composition and the elasticy modulus of the elastics.

Crack!:devil::p:)
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Yep ;)

Thanks Lox :)

I bet SkatingJesus knew all that when he did the art too :p
 
Barbaria1 said:
7. I spent the night alone down in that "Terror Pit" cell ... totally naked, shivering in a corner, uncomfortably manacled at hands and feet.

Needless to say, I got very little sleep. The floor was hard and cold, and I had to shift my position constantly to keep my circulation going. I was still quite sore from my beating ... and even though many hours had gone by, I could still vividly recall the terrifying sensation of electrical current zapping through my body. It was almost as though in my mind I was still spreadeagled on that iron bed frame. On top of everything else, I hadn't eaten in over a day. I was hungry!

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A small barred opening high on the wall admitted the first signs of a new dawn. I doubted I would be left alone much longer. I was about to start my second day in the Pit. It wasn't long I heard boots on the stairs, and the telltale creak of the heavy door. They're were coming for me. Moments later the Captain and one of the guards appeared just outside my cell.

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"Rise 'n shine cunt!" the brute barked at me through the iron bars. "This ain't no hotel."

Slowly I raised my head, looked at him imploringly and said, "Please, Captain. I don't even know your name, but take pity on me. I am hungry and thirsty. Can I have something to eat? I am cold too. Could I have my clothing back please?"

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The Captain and the guard seemed to think this was funny, poking each other and smirking.

I fought back tears, and continued to beg, "Please. This is a nightmare. I am sorry I came to your country. I really am. Look, you have my camera. The photos are yours. I don't want them anymore No harm was done. Let's just forget it happened, ok? Please let me go!"

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More laughter.

"You're a spy, Barbara Moore. You work for the CIA. We know more about you now. We found your name in some of the CIA material hacked from American government computers. It's no use lying anymore. When the General returns you might as well tell all. If you refuse, you will be tortured again. They don't call this the "Terror Pit" for no reason at all. And as for breakfast, well maybe you would like to do a little something to earn it? You're a sexy little thing. my friend and I have had our breakfast. You could be our dessert. Why don't you do something to please us? We might just be able to find some food as a reward."

"Forget it buster! You can look all you want. I am helpless there. But don't think for a minute that I have any desire to willingly "service" you and your pal. Not on your life! I don't care how hungry I am!"

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"You just don't know when to keep that big mouth of yours shut, do you Moore? That little outburst of insolence, just earned you another beating!"

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"Oh Shit!" I cried as he burst through my cell door in a fit of rage.
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"You're a spy, Barbara Moore. You work for the CIA. We know more about you now. We found your name in some of the CIA material hacked from American government computers. It's no use lying anymore. When the General returns you might as well tell all."

Damn WikiLeaks!

I just want to know how you get beaten mercilessly with truncheons, electroshocked, and starved and yet you still look so darn good?
Barbaria Africa 052.jpg Tell us Barb, what is your secret? Was it your training in the CIA when they . . . oops! Sorry, didn't mean to let that cat out of the bag. Just ignore what I said gentlemen!:oops:

 
8. "Hell hath no fury like a man scorned" ... no, that's not quite the way I remember the quote, but when someone is beating the crap out of you, the mind tries to focus on something else ... it will have to do. My flippant refusal to suck and fuck the Captain and his sidekick has earned me my second brutal beating at his hand, and he is showing no mercy as he lays into me with his black baton.

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With arms bound behind my back, I am totally helpless ... unable to resist or avoid the rain of jabs and blows directed at me as I writhe about on the floor of my cell.

He knows exactly what he is doing despite his rage. In particular he seems focused on delivering "kidney" blows to my sides ...

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and jabs to my stomach ...

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ignoring for some reason other parts of my body.

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My screams echo off the walls and ceiling of my cell. I beg him to stop. I even begin to reconsider the hastiness of my refusal to go along with his suggestion. I could be eating right now rather than being beaten. Is it too late to change my mind? Why do I always resist? Why do I always mouth off? When will I ever learn to go with the flow? Will he ever stop?

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I can't take much more of this ... the walls and ceiling of my cell seem to be spinning out of control ... my vision is blurred ... my screams have turned to mostly moans and sobs ... I feel myself going limp, stretching out on my back, prone on the floor, my head rolling off to one side ... away from him.

He has quit. Finally!

He stands over me now, ready to resume if I dare move a muscle. I lie still ... listening to his heavy breathing. I hear him muttering something to himself in his own language, then calling to his companion.

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They are both in the cell now ... standing over me, staring down at my naked body as I lie on the floor. What are they going to do? I avoid eye contact. My gut hurts so much!

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I hear their boots shuffling on the floor, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Oh Shit! My head is swimming. My mind is fading in and out ...

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Darkness descends ...
 
Hum, is it the "Origine du monde" ( Origin of the World ) by Gustave Courbet ? :devil:

Naughty Messa !!! :spank:
 

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Barbaria1 said:
8. "Hell hath no fury like a man scorned" ... no, that's not quite the way I remember the quote, but when someone is beating the crap out of you, the mind tries to focus on something else ... it will have to do. My flippant refusal to suck and fuck the Captain and his sidekick has earned me my second brutal beating at his hand, and he is showing no mercy as he lays into me with his black baton.

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With arms bound behind my back, I am totally helpless ... unable to resist or avoid the rain of jabs and blows directed at me as I writhe about on the floor of my cell.

He knows exactly what he is doing despite his rage. In particular he seems focused on delivering "kidney" blows to my sides ...

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and jabs to my stomach ...

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ignoring for some reason other parts of my body.

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My screams echo off the walls and ceiling of my cell. I beg him to stop. I even begin to reconsider the hastiness of my refusal to go along with his suggestion. I could be eating right now rather than being beaten. Is it too late to change my mind? Why do I always resist? Why do I always mouth off? When will I ever learn to go with the flow? Will he ever stop?

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I can't take much more of this ... the walls and ceiling of my cell seem to be spinning out of control ... my vision is blurred ... my screams have turned to mostly moans and sobs ... I feel myself going limp, stretching out on my back, prone on the floor, my head rolling off to one side ... away from him.

He has quit. Finally!

He stands over me now, ready to resume if I dare move a muscle. I lie still ... listening to his heavy breathing. I hear him muttering something to himself in his own language, then calling to his companion.

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They are both in the cell now ... standing over me, staring down at my naked body as I lie on the floor. What are they going to do? I avoid eye contact. My gut hurts so much!

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I hear their boots shuffling on the floor, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper. Oh Shit! My head is swimming. My mind is fading in and out ...

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Darkness descends ...
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I hope you stop resisting, and go with the flow Barb. They might go easier on you.
Another great chapter Barb, and SkatingJesus!
 
Barbaria1 said:
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I can't take much more of this ... the walls and ceiling of my cell seem to be spinning out of control ... my vision is blurred ... my screams have turned to mostly moans and sobs ... I feel myself going limp, stretching out on my back, prone on the floor, my head rolling off to one side ... away from him.

He has quit. Finally!

He stands over me now, ready to resume if I dare move a muscle. I lie still ... listening to his heavy breathing. I hear him muttering something to himself in his own language, then calling to his companion.

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Darkness descends ...
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Normal, no thought on his aching hurting hand from holding the grip of the heavy baton. :(
 
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