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while being whipped? Excellent variation on just counting the lashes! :D
Maaaan, knowing my Master I’d be expected to sing classic show tunes but with a different lyric or two… like “How’d you like to whip with me”

How’d you like to WHIP with me
(Angela Lansbury How’d you like to spoon with me)

Yes he’d make me do the accent too!

AND to keep an accurate count. If I forget a word or miscounted, I’d be punished more severely for such negligent disobedience

Mmmmmm

Quite rightly
 
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I looked for an existing thread about this, and while I did find threads on general music, I didn't find any specifically about this.

In the movie "Death and the Maiden", an important plot point is that a torturer plays a piece of music by Schubert each time he tortures and rapes the victim. It made me wonder: what’s your position on music in the torture chamber?

[Note - I'm using the "she" pronoun for the victim as that's my preference and what was used in the movie, but read whatever pronoun you prefer.]
  • I prefer nothing so I can better hear my victim's delightful sounds
    • ie "I'll be too occupied by what I'm doing to even notice music, and my victim will be so occupied that she won't care about it either!"
  • A little something in the background while she waits for me to begin shows this is a fun pastime for me and heighten her fear and dismay, but I'll turn it off when the action begins
    • ie. "I want to be in the right headspace before I begin, and I want her to be disoriented and stressed. Some introductory music will help achieve that."
  • It adds atmosphere so I'm happy to keep the beats going all the way through
    • ie. "I like the juxtaposition of something beautiful in what, for the victim, is a horrific context, and the lifelong association she'll have of that music with her pain."
  • It depends on the situation adn who's there
    • ie. "If there's a group of torturers taking part, music enhances the party atmosphere and gets the blood pumping faster."
  • Something else?
If you do want music in the torture chamber, what would you play?

Some classical possibilities to start us off...
  • Mozart’s Requiem in D Minor
  • Summer, autumn, winter of The Four Seasons by Vivaldi
  • Gregorian chants
  • Pier Gynt Suite 1 by Grieg
  • Lux Aeterna from the Requiem for a Dream soundtrack by Clint Mansell
  • Elysium from the Gladiator soundtrack by Hans Zimmer
And some modern ones...
  • Heaven by I Monster
  • Lost Girl Theme Song
  • Roman Agency Rock by Spencer Creaghan
  • I Know What Boys Like by The Waitresses
  • Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
  • Alice: Madness Returns by Marshall Crutcher
  • Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by Edith Piaf

I'm sure some of these will make you laugh... what do you think would set the right mood?
If you're a really cruel person I would suggest "Last Christmas" ... :p
 
I agree Dies Irae - the words themselves are terrifying! Mozart's setting is superbly dramatic, but the plainsong original is pretty scary too:

Similarly William Byrd's 'Ne irascaris Domine' ('Don't be angry, Lord'), especially the last part, a despairing cry from utter desolation:
Thomas Tallis's Lamentations of Jeremiah, and the Allegri Miserere are in the same league.

Schubert's Death & the Maiden, of course, ever since Ariel Dorfmann used that for his play (later film) - also Schubert's C Major string quintet, that Eichmann puts on to play on the gramophone at the end of the Wansee Conference when the 'Final Solution' was agreed, in the film 'Conspiracy':
And the whole of Winterreise.

'Non, je ne regrette rien' I've requested for my funeral, whenever that might be! :)
Hopefully, a very long time into the future!
 
For me, music would add an element of contrast to the torture. The victim should feel dread physically and psychologically. Imagine something like Turnpike's Easton and Main, a pretty sweet and uplifting song, while preparing and then using implements on the victim!

 
For me it would be Rammstein - of course... From "Weisses Fleisch":

Rote Striemen auf weisser Haut
Ich tu dir weh
und du jammerst laut
Jetzt hast du Angst
und ich bin soweit
mein schwarzes Blut
versaut dir das Kleid
...
Mein schwarzes Blut und dein Weisses Fleisch
ich werd immer geiler von deinem Gekreisch
Der Angstschweiss da auf deiner weissen Stirn
hagelt in mein krankes Gehirn
...
In meinem Himmel gibt es keinen Gott
 
For me it would be Rammstein - of course... From "Weisses Fleisch":

Red welts on white skin
I hurt you
and you whine loudly
Now you're scared
and I'm ready
my black blood
ruin your dress
...
My black blood and your white flesh
I'm getting hornier from your screaming
The sweat of fear on your white forehead
hails into my sick brain
...
In my Heaven there is no God

Red welts on white skin -
I'm hurting you
and you're whining loudly!

Now you're scared,
and I'm ready -
my black blood
is messing up your dress
...
My black blood and your white flesh
I'm getting more and more horny from your screaming.
The sweat of fear on your white forehead
is pelting into my sick brain
...
In my heaven there is no God.
 
Red welts on white skin -
I'm hurting you
and you're whining loudly!

Now you're scared,
and I'm ready -
my black blood
is messing up your dress
...
My black blood and your white flesh
I'm getting more and more horny from your screaming.
The sweat of fear on your white forehead
is pelting into my sick brain
...
In my heaven there is no God.
Ah, the language of romance, I see!
 
For me it would be Rammstein - of course... From "Weisses Fleisch":

Rote Striemen auf weisser Haut
Ich tu dir weh
und du jammerst laut
Jetzt hast du Angst
und ich bin soweit
mein schwarzes Blut
versaut dir das Kleid
...
Mein schwarzes Blut und dein Weisses Fleisch
ich werd immer geiler von deinem Gekreisch
Der Angstschweiss da auf deiner weissen Stirn
hagelt in mein krankes Gehirn
...
In meinem Himmel gibt es keinen Gott
 
Red welts on white skin -
I'm hurting you
and you're whining loudly!

Now you're scared,
and I'm ready -
my black blood
is messing up your dress
...
My black blood and your white flesh
I'm getting more and more horny from your screaming.
The sweat of fear on your white forehead
is pelting into my sick brain
...
In my heaven there is no God.
I'd want a dominatrix to say that when whipping me badly
 
Red welts on white skin -
I'm hurting you
and you're whining loudly!

Now you're scared,
and I'm ready -
my black blood
is messing up your dress
...
My black blood and your white flesh
I'm getting more and more horny from your screaming.
The sweat of fear on your white forehead
is pelting into my sick brain
...
In my heaven there is no God.
Thank you for the translation, Eulalia! :headbang:
 
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