POV

[petelobo]

Katie's been your prisoner for hours. Some of the guys came in to see her (you don't often get milf's of her caliber). She'd already been raped front and back, just as a warm up, so she was a little sweaty (you too). You hung her stretched and spread as a good hostess should be. All the guys smoked--including a couple who never had before--and the festivities went on for over an hour. She was no teen-queen, but her skin was soft and smooth. It took the burns well as they tortured her with their cigarettes. Some guys loved her mobile firm natural breasts and worked her nipples or the underside. A couple liked the underarms. One in particular burned her over and over in her knee-pit to demonstrate how sensitive it was in a woman. But the main group crowded in between her legs where they could reach her belly, all up and down her inner thighs and of course her leaking pussy.

They were amazed at how she danced, trying to climb completely off the small table that supported her hips when they sought creatively to find an area in her pussy where they could press the lit ends of their cigarettes. Some would press the coal into her and then draw on the cigarette. That really made her scream and even pass out once or twice. She was crying and begging (they left her ungagged, since it was late and no-one could hear her except prisoners in the other cells) for the first 40 minutes or so as they filled one ashtray, then dumped it and filled another. Even dumping water on her couldn't really bring her fully back conscious. A couple of the older guys couldn't resist her nether holes, but nobody lasted very long.

After they left, you let her rest a bit, lowered her and dragged her to another area where the electro equipment was. After a rest, you pulled out the ball-head probe and cranked up the current. Pressing it against her agonized pussy woke her up in a hurry, but you held it pressed against her clit until she passed out again and pissed. You wired up her nipples and pussy lips and started her with a steady low current, just enough to make her come off the bench and start her dancing. Then you chose a nice single-tail and began whipping her as she jumped and twisted helplessly. When you tired of that, you cranked up the current and made her scream again and pass out.

Time for a break for both of you. Tomorrow you'd find out what they wanted to know from her and really go to work.

 

[thecuriousone]

Katie's been your prisoner for hours. Some of the guys came in to see her (you don't often get milf's of her caliber). She'd already been raped front and back, just as a warm up, so she was a little sweaty (you too). You hung her stretched and spread as a good hostess should be. All the guys smoked--including a couple who never had before--and the festivities went on for over an hour. She was no teen-queen, but her skin was soft and smooth. It took the burns well as they tortured her with their cigarettes. Some guys loved her mobile firm natural breasts and worked her nipples or the underside. A couple liked the underarms. One in particular burned her over and over in her knee-pit to demonstrate how sensitive it was in a woman. But the main group crowded in between her legs where they could reach her belly, all up and down her inner thighs and of course her leaking pussy.

They were amazed at how she danced, trying to climb completely off the small table that supported her hips when they sought creatively to find an area in her pussy where they could press the lit ends of their cigarettes. Some would press the coal into her and then draw on the cigarette. That really made her scream and even pass out once or twice. She was crying and begging (they left her ungagged, since it was late and no-one could hear her except prisoners in the other cells) for the first 40 minutes or so as they filled one ashtray, then dumped it and filled another. Even dumping water on her couldn't really bring her fully back conscious. A couple of the older guys couldn't resist her nether holes, but nobody lasted very long.

After they left, you let her rest a bit, lowered her and dragged her to another area where the electro equipment was. After a rest, you pulled out the ball-head probe and cranked up the current. Pressing it against her agonized pussy woke her up in a hurry, but you held it pressed against her clit until she passed out again and pissed. You wired up her nipples and pussy lips and started her with a steady low current, just enough to make her come off the bench and start her dancing. Then you chose a nice single-tail and began whipping her as she jumped and twisted helplessly. When you tired of that, you cranked up the current and made her scream again and pass out.

Time for a break for both of you. Tomorrow you'd find out what they wanted to know from her and really go to work.

You are very descriptive about what you do to her, it really comes to life. Great work.

 

[petelobo]

You are very descriptive about what you do to her, it really comes to life. Great work.

Me?! Oh heavens no. How could you imagine that, just because of my journalistic reporting of these terrible crimes against woman, I could ever even consider or take pleasure in such cruel abuse of the fairer sex.

In my scripts for Cruel World, in my choice of Katie or Cry, Arina, Tay or others, in my scouring of hours of videotape for these images that I'm sure horrify you and others--and in my little descriptions of the naked tortures they undergo at the hands of cruel brutes--my only goal is to inform you and the other dozens or hundreds of participants in this feminist site of the kinds of fantasies that can exist in the minds of others who do not share our sensitivities. They are paeans to the courage and resilience of the feminine as our heroines are stripped of all their dignity, invaded in their most intimate areas, forced into completely humiliating responses and decorations of their holy bodies.

BTW, Katie and Ms. (not Miss) Walberg will film two more documentaries over the next two days for your edification. I only post them here at the risk of shocking you gentle souls because I can't get them accepted by National Geographic or ABC news. Yes, they cost $15-20 for 20-40 minutes of the revelation of the worst of men, but all of us warriors against the discrimination against women should support this noble cause.

 

[thecuriousone]

Me?! Oh heavens no. How could you imagine that, just because of my journalistic reporting of these terrible crimes against woman, I could ever even consider or take pleasure in such cruel abuse of the fairer sex.

In my scripts for Cruel World, in my choice of Katie or Cry, Arina, Tay or others, in my scouring of hours of videotape for these images that I'm sure horrify you and others--and in my little descriptions of what they undergo at the hands of cruel brutes--my only goal is to inform you and the other dozens or hundreds of participants in this feminist site of the kinds of fantasies that can exist in the minds of others who do not share our sensitivities.

BTW, Katie and Ms. (not Miss) Walberg will film two more documentaries over the next two days for your edification. I only post them here at the risk of shocking you gentle souls because I can't get them accepted by National Geographic or ABC news.

Don't worry I am not shocked at all.

 

[petelobo]

I'm glad you

Don't worry I am not shocked at all.

I'm glad you're not. But they are.

 

[petelobo]

Some girls are luckier than others. Certainly Cry has been blessed with an innocent face over a body that absolutely needs to be tortured, even if neither of you knows exactly why. The problem is that some days you come to work as an artist. You want to tease whoever you have hanging before you with some burns, some needles, some shocks...a variety of colors. But other days, like today, you arrive pissed off. Maybe some bullshit at home, or really crazy traffic or just a kind of lust for agony that sometimes rises from your cock (which truly has no mercy).

You hang her up and select your cruelest whip. No playing around. No foreplay. No shifting to a flogger. You just want to whip the fuck out of her. It's nothing she's done, not even how she looks. You don't give her a gag. You want to hear her scream and cry. You start her with a blindfold, so she can't see it coming, can't know where it will hit her, can't see your expression. After a few strokes, though, while she's still pleading, you rip the blindfold off.

Her eyes explore you quickly--the massive bulge in your pants, the cruel mouth and deep empty eyes, and she starts crying.

Like a hot rape, you don't try to make it last. No initial strokes. You just start whipping her until the entire perfect front of her is striped and bleeding. You yell at her to open her eyes, but she has already seen the madness in you, and she refuses. What can you do to convince her? You whip her harder and faster. After she has passed out, you clip electrodes onto her breasts and pussy lips and bring her back up with a medium current. You whip her more and harder and faster. Even as she passes out a second time, you rip the electrodes off her, making her cry out in her sleep, and you return to cutting her perfect skin with blow after blow. Her breasts, her belly, her thighs and her pussy--you make her dance as no-one has ever danced to your brutal music.

Finally the violent effort has you breathing hard, and you stop. You cut her down and she collapses onto the floor. You spread her out and release your raging cock, still unappeased. You drive into her. She groans, but she's very wet. You pound her, thrusting inside her belly with the throbbing demon. With each blow she grunts as if you were punching her. Her bleeding breasts jump and roll with the violence of your emotion, making you want to want to go deeper. Your pounding actually moves her across the floor until her head is in a corner and she can go no further.

The muscles deep inside her begin clenching and releasing, as if she were coming, and you explode into her with a death roar and collapse onto her. You fade out and your full weight falls onto her as you nap.

A bit later you feel great. Positive, happy, relaxed. Maybe she'll eventually wake up, and you'll clean her up a bit and stretch her out on a table. But first you go back and watch the video from the cameras, and you get hard all over again. But hey, give the girl a break. She's earned it. You start setting up the generator and leads.