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Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
It is part of a series of seven pictures by Sophie, "A Father's Duty".
55 year-old Salvatore Montestino had long been an irritant to the repressive, military dictatorship of General Agosto Pellegrini. Formerly a philosophy lecturer at the capital’s prestigious university, Montestino had been ousted from his role for using an underground publishing operation to distribute essays and poetry which were strongly critical of the regime. He had grown used to limits on his freedom imposed by the state security service over the years, but his latest publication had attacked the General himself accusing him of unethical and criminal behaviour in office. This was too much for the regime to bear and Pellegrini had personally ordered strong action in response.The security services wasted no time in ‘arresting’ Monestino’s 19 year old daughter (a ballet student) on some fabricated charge and had brought her to the notorious interrogation complex at Mendirosa. Her father had then received a phone call asking him to attend the centre for ‘discussions.’ Salvatore knew enough about them to understand that one didn’t refuse such ‘requests.’ But the small room into which he was now led was no ordinary interview room. It seemed more like some kind of control centre and contained an instrument panel behind which was a large observation window. The young lieutenant asked him to be seated in front of the panel and he surveyed the array of lights and switches uncomprehendingly. It was only then that he became aware of what lay on the other side of the glass. He barely recognised her at first, but within a few seconds it dawned on him that the naked and frightened figure restrained spread-eagled in the adjacent room was his beloved Lucia. She was the last person he expected to see and her vulnerable and exposed position filled him with dread to the pit of his stomach. He had not seen her naked body since her childhood and he knew how profoundly wrong it was to be able to see it again now she was an adult.
- What have you done to her, you animals!
- Oh nothing yet, I assure you. She has merely been stripped and err… prepared, shall we say.
- You have no right! She is innocent. Do what you like with me, but let Lucia go.
Montestino tried in vain to fight the rising tide of panic within him. He knew only too well what these monsters were capable of and feared for the safety of his beloved only child. What he didn’t know was that their purpose was to punish him, not to interrogate him. There was no information they wanted from him. Instead, the General had simply asked that he be ‘taught a lesson he would never forget’ and the security services – with their usual cynical creativity – had decided that his daughter would serve their purposes perfectly.
- You will see, Senor Montestino, that above Lucia’s pretty little head is a large steel bolt. It is in fact the end of a hydraulic ram which is armed and ready to drive the bolt right through her skull, killing her instantly. The chamber contains a number of microphones to capture any sound she makes and the mechanism has been set up in such a way that when the sequence starts in a few minutes the bolt will be automatically activated if the sound level drops below a certain point. You will also see a number of robot arms tipped with a variety of implements which have been specifically designed to inflict pain on the female genitals. The instrument panel before you controls these arms and you have the opportunity to save your daughter’s life by using them to torture her sensitive - and let me say, most appealing - young pussy. There is a nice variety of tools at your disposal such as a vaginal dilator capable of opening out to truly terrifying size, lasers, needle electrodes, scalpels, burning irons and clamps. Provided you can keep her screams loud enough, the bolt will not activate. Of course, as you do not know what the critical sound level is, I strongly recommend that you apply the cruellest and most brutal methods to ensure the maximum amount of screaming. Unfortunately, she has been told a slightly different story. As far as she is aware, only her silence can prevent her death. So she will be trying as hard as she can to restrain her cries, which of course only means you will need to try even harder to provoke them.
Lucia's viewpoint
A closer look at Lucia's starting predicament (the sequence is due to start in a few seconds)
Salvatore was, if nothing else, a philosopher and he immediately understood that he had no option but to comply with the fiendish decree in order to save his daughter's life. He therefore set about mastering the controls to inflict the maximum pain on his beloved Lucia's tender feminine parts. His years of national service for the nation's military as a submarine communications expert meant that he was familiar with electronics and digital control systems. He was thereby able to operate the controls with speed and efficiency to deploy the fearsome tools at his disposal. He tried to imagine that the end result of his manipulations was some unknown and unfeeling 'thing' and tried his best not to meet his child's gaze through the observation window in the hope he might be spared the awful result of his actions...
The array of arms and tools which had previously lined up in waiting now whirred into life and Lucia felt the shock of cold, hard metal penetrating her intimate and feminine places. She could see her father through the glass lit by the glowing indicator lights. She knew his gentle, loving face so well and could now read his anxiety-ridden and horrified expression as he worked on the instrument panel before him. She had swiftly deduced that he was being coerced into hurting her and knew how awful that would be for such a kind and adoring man. She loved him very much and wanted to do whatever she could to minimise his suffering and so she would try to be brave and endure whatever was about to be done to her. She also knew from the guard that keeping quiet would be the only way to spare her life.There was no audio feed to the control room. Somehow this silence made the hideous cruelty being enacted behind the glass all the more dreadful, but Salvatore soon realised the true reason for this. Unable to hear Lucia’s cries, he was forced to look at her to try and judge from her anguished face just how much pain she was experiencing. The immense stress was now making him sweat as he manipulated the controls to insert a huge steel retractor into his daughter’s vagina. Once in place, he opened it out to dilate the passage way beyond its normal limits. He also applied the needle probes, electrodes, clamps and electro-cauterisers to her tender vulval tissues. Her genitals were now almost completely obscured from view by the cluster of robot arms.
Despite Lucia’s heroic efforts to remain calm, the pain was now too intense and her face was contorted into a gruesome mask of suffering. She screamed long and hard as the cruel instruments ravished and mutilated her sensitive genitals. Neuronic stimulators shocked her labia and urethra and a high frequency microwave probe went to work on her tiny clitoris delivering a combination of electroshocks and intense heating. Lucia’s vision started to blur and she could feel her mind lapsing into some kind of madness as it struggled vainly to combat the torment. She writhed against her bonds and strained every muscle in her body against the excruciating agony in her pussy, but whatever she did, she was unable to escape the pain which was increasing every second.
Lucia's mind exploded with agony as the soft petals of her sex were hideously mutilated by her father's careful work. Her consciousness was nothing but a white heat of searing pain emanating from the very heart of her femininity.Salvatore knew he must continue his fiendish manipulations for a little longer yet so that his precious daughter might survive. He increased the dilator's diameter to over ten centimetres which, he thought, must surely take the poor girl's vagina way beyond breaking point. At the same time he turned the high powered argon laser on the tiny bud of her clitoris. He desperately tried not to imagine her suffering, but the sight of her features twisted with suffering made it only too real to him.
He was therefore shocked and appalled to feel the distinct but unmistakable stirring in his pants and that particular feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was becoming sexually aroused! As the minutes wore on, he found himself concentrating more and more on the monitor which showed a hugely magnified image of Lucia's tortured vulva. He now seemed to actually relish gazing on the brutalised cunt meat and attacked the controls with ever more enthusiasm.
At last, the designated time for the session came to an end and Salvatore was informed that the spike arming mechanism had been deactivated. But by now, the hideous cruelty he had meted out had served to arouse him to the extent that he was unable to resist grabbing his hard penis and massaging it under his clothes. His arousal mounted as he worked on his cock, drinking in the awful site of his daughter's mangled genitals. As for Lucia, all she could do was slump forward in exhaustion as the robot arms moved back to their "park" positions. Her vagina and vulva were now utterly destroyed she would never be able to experience any form of sex again, even masturbation. Even basic bodily functions would only be possible after a complex serious of medical procedures.The real question was; what would be the nature of Lucia and Salvatore's relationship now?
I find that very thrilling and thought-provoking to read, Repertor. It appeals to me particularly as, knowingly or not (and I don't mind either way) you've echoed several features of my 'main' private fantasy which I eventually put into writing at (too great) length in my 'Interrogation and Punishment Centre for Girls': the Pinochet-like regime, the daughter of a leading activist (yes, even a ballet student 
, and Lucy/ Lucia was my original fantasy name, though I decided to use Eulalia here), the sadistically ingenious 'auto-torture' machine - in my story, my father's already been executed, though I'm put in a similar situation while my younger sister's being tortured, but the scenario you've described will surely pierce the hearts of several fathers of daughters on this site. The nature of their relationship - almost too painful to think about - reminds me of the last enounter between Winston and Julia in '1984', but yours is a much more potent and painful dilemma.
, and Lucy/ Lucia was my original fantasy name, though I decided to use Eulalia here), the sadistically ingenious 'auto-torture' machine - in my story, my father's already been executed, though I'm put in a similar situation while my younger sister's being tortured, but the scenario you've described will surely pierce the hearts of several fathers of daughters on this site. The nature of their relationship - almost too painful to think about - reminds me of the last enounter between Winston and Julia in '1984', but yours is a much more potent and painful dilemma.
only one (time)?She tasted so good, just like a peach, they decided she would make a fine meal
good spoken by e real WalloonCome on, Lox... It's for a 'good cause'!
but ...........................................?
.....................and in an elevated style
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
I'm glad you like it and feel appealed, Eulalia, but I must emphasise that it is not my merit. Both story and pictures are the work of Sophie.I find that very thrilling and thought-provoking to read, Repertor. It appeals to me particularly as, knowingly or not (and I don't mind either way) you've echoed several features of my 'main' private fantasy which I eventually put into writing at (too great) length in my 'Interrogation and Punishment Centre for Girls': the Pinochet-like regime, the daughter of a leading activist (yes, even a ballet student
girls????????????? what girls?
yep babe
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
As soon as I saw the picture I thought of the IPCG torture room, where the 'operators' are behind glass, but Repertor's story is different, unsettling and frightening.
Repertor, was this story written by or for Sophie to accompany the pictures, or have you just written it from them?
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
The story is written by Sophie. She posted the pictures together with the text on Renderotica in 2014.
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old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Thank you for finding and reproducing.
Not so much peril, but these are classic slavegirl pics of course. Which show was it, Spartacus?
Some peril in the jungle
# 1 and 2. Beware of evil men wearing red!
Tricia
Governor
Endless possibilities.
Tricia
Governor
But Barb, they are so much fun!!!# 1 and 2. Beware of evil men wearing red!
Tricia
Governor
My all time favorite scene from the Spartacus series. The scene was way to short, but once again I can only imagine the possibilities.
What we need is one of our talented writers, to start a new body of work based on those screen caps. I hope Barb, Windar Madiosi and Tree are paying attention. They always come to mind when we need a good story.
Oh and I can't forget Eulalia, she can always write a nice poem about the torment of those young ladies and the pleasure of the man and woman doing the purchasing.
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