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Water Torture
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Alexandrakis
Guard
Wow. That was great. However it is a bit too prim for me, so here's my version
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Nice work!
By the way, please use in future the thumbnail option if you posting pictures.
Mastodont
Magistrate
Yes just grab it and pull...
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
It is not a loincloth, it is a towel!
Alexandrakis
Guard
I will try
riwa
Governor
Not like in the movies
Life is not like in the movies. No matter how many times you think otherwise, it’s just not. The girl does NOT always get to kiss her hero at the end, and James Bond does NOT always save the damsel in distress. In fact, it sure seems like he loses a lot more women than he rescues; right?
My situation spiraled downhill when I thought I’d gone undetected. Imagine my dismay when the blow to the back of my head put my lights out. At least I finally got that sleep the Agency had been depriving me of for the past several days.
When I awakened I was in a grotty dungeon with a lone toilet and a big wooden tub of water. I was naked, my arms cuffed behind my back. I guess that was a logical precaution for my captors, although my size meant I wasn’t going to be able to put up much of a fuss in any event.
There was a man in black pvc – black shorts and a short sleeved shirt. He seemed happy to discover I’d awakened. I probably would have been better off not coming to.
He took me over to the large tub of water. Then he groped my boobs. I gasped and trembled at my looming predicament.
He got right to the point…. “I need to know what you’re doing here, bitch.” I like that in a man… no beating around the bush.
I gave him some BS… “I was just out for a stroll. By the way, your basement could use a good interior decorator. I’d be happy to make a few recommendations if you like.” Humor was my way of dealing with the threat looming before me. Otherwise I probably would have panicked and started screaming my head off.
I don’t think he liked my answer because he forced my head down into the water… and I mean FORCED. I barely had time to catch my breath. I struggled to hold it, having no idea how long he was going to keep my head submerged.
He pulled my head back up, and I came up gasping and sputtering. Hell, I nearly waterboarded myself from my own red hair hanging down over my face. Water drained down my face as I gasped for breath before he brushed it out of the way.
“I see I’m dealing with a smartass. Got anything else you want to contribute?”
“Not really. My teachers didn’t take too kindly to my attitude in school either.” And with that I got shoved down into the wooden tub a second time for my sass.
He let my head come back up after a bit. I whipped my hair up over my head, causing a big plume of water. It would have been comical had my situation not been so dire.
“I really need answers honey,” he whispered into my ear as he choked me. “My superiors won’t take too kindly if I don’t get answers.”
“I wish I had something to offer,” I rasped, his fingers tightening ominously around my throat.
“Maybe another dunking will loosen your tongue.”
“Probably not, but you can sure try-burlubrlgurlg!” Down I went, his hand forcing my head deep into the tub.
That one scared me a little, especially since he kept me down longer. I enjoy a good swim in a pool as much as the next girl. But I’m not known for being able to hold my breath for any length of time. And I wasn’t certain just how long I might need to hold it to endure his questions.
He pulled me up and I came up gasping for breath. He groped and mauled my tits, letting me know in no uncertain terms just who was in charge. It did give me a perverse thrill as my pussy started throbbing.
“Now we can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way.”
“I never saw myself as taking the easy way out,” I gasped.
“Have it your way then.”
Back down I went, struggling and bubbling. He had a good grip on me, making sure there was no way in hell I could get back up. I felt another erotic jolt, wondering if this was going to be it.
He kept me down for the longest time. I writhed and bubbled, my lungs screaming for air. I could feel the panic welling up inside me.
At the very last moment he pulled me up out of the water. I gasped like crazy as he wrapped his hand around my neck. He groped my tits again, enjoying molesting me. To be honest I kind of enjoyed it too as it kept my mind from bring up some rather unpleasant thoughts about the situation I found myself in.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” he asked as the water drained out of my hair.
“I could probably use some shampoo. I’ve been meaning to wash my hair lately, but I just haven’t found the time.”
“Then let me help wash it for you.” And with that I found myself shoved back down head first into the water.
I was more than a little scared as I bubbled like crazy. I suspected he was going to tire of the game and eventually do me in. I just didn’t know if he was going to drown me or use some other method.
To my surprise he began fingering me back there. I don’t know if he was trying to humiliate me or what. He certainly made me jerk and bubble. But it provided me with enough of a sexual distraction to settle down my growing panic.
He kept me down for the longest time before pulling me back up. Once more I waterboarded myself as my hair got in my eyes and covered my mouth. Water streamed down my face as I struggled to gasp for breath.
He hissed at me, “This isn’t going well. You know that, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, trying to maintain my sarcasm. “I guess I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m not used to having my hair washed in this manner.”
“Then let me make it easy for you.” That’s when he shoved my head back down into the wooden bucket.
He kept me submerged as the water began to settle. I tried to hold my breath, but my heart was hammering in my chest. Once more I could feel that panic threatening to overwhelm me.
How long would he keep me down like this? How far was he willing to take me? I had no idea, but it was easy enough to imagine the dire consequences if I didn’t answer his questions.
I was sure he was going to drown me, and I tried to prepare myself as my lungs screamed for another breath. I started to wriggle and squirm in panic, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my bodily functions. I could feel an orgasm coming on strong, and I hoped I’d get to enjoy one before my untimely demise.
I was a little surprised when he pulled me back up. The next dunk was probably going to trigger my orgasm. It was also liable to be my drowning swan song.
I gasped for breath as he brushed my hair out of my eyes. He groped and caressed me, playing with my nipples. “Does death excite you?” he asked ominously.
“Not really,” I replied in a quivering voice. “I guess we just can’t seem to see eye to eye on this thing, can we.”
“I guess not,” he sighed heavily. Then I got pushed back down into the water.
I tried to hold my breath despite the hammering of my heart. But it just wasn’t going to happen. My lungs were heaving, my heart was pounding, and I needed to be able to catch my breath. But this time he wasn’t letting me up.
I started to struggle in a futile attempt to rise up. But strong arms kept my head submerged. My lungs heaved and I began to panic.
I felt it swell within me; I was going to cum while he was holding me down. Was he going to drown me at the same time? I was beginning to think so.
I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, fully expecting him to let me up. But that wasn’t happening. Then panic really set in.
I started to thrash about as I lost all my breath. Then I was cumming really hard. A moment later I knew it was all over when my lungs opened up.
I started swallowing water; gawd, how I swallowed water! Then I was panicking and thrashing about as I drowned in that damned bucket.
I orgasmed again; I was actually cumming as I was drowning. It hurt like hell, but despite my best efforts I couldn’t get my head up. He was keeping me down to make sure the deed was done.
I don’t know what it’s like to die, so I didn’t know what to expect. All I know is my life flashed before my eyes. Then I got this strange image of one of those James Bond characters.
He looked down into the water and saw my body lying there all drowned at the bottom of the pool. Then he shook his head as though he’d missed yet another one. I thought, ‘Yeah, you are fucking late AGAIN, you bastard!’ Then all my senses shut down as consciousness blissfully faded away.
© 2017 (written Oct 26 by Riwa)
(Pictures from Waterbondage.com and are used for illustration purposes only.
Life is not like in the movies. No matter how many times you think otherwise, it’s just not. The girl does NOT always get to kiss her hero at the end, and James Bond does NOT always save the damsel in distress. In fact, it sure seems like he loses a lot more women than he rescues; right?
My situation spiraled downhill when I thought I’d gone undetected. Imagine my dismay when the blow to the back of my head put my lights out. At least I finally got that sleep the Agency had been depriving me of for the past several days.
When I awakened I was in a grotty dungeon with a lone toilet and a big wooden tub of water. I was naked, my arms cuffed behind my back. I guess that was a logical precaution for my captors, although my size meant I wasn’t going to be able to put up much of a fuss in any event.
There was a man in black pvc – black shorts and a short sleeved shirt. He seemed happy to discover I’d awakened. I probably would have been better off not coming to.
He took me over to the large tub of water. Then he groped my boobs. I gasped and trembled at my looming predicament.
He got right to the point…. “I need to know what you’re doing here, bitch.” I like that in a man… no beating around the bush.
I gave him some BS… “I was just out for a stroll. By the way, your basement could use a good interior decorator. I’d be happy to make a few recommendations if you like.” Humor was my way of dealing with the threat looming before me. Otherwise I probably would have panicked and started screaming my head off.
I don’t think he liked my answer because he forced my head down into the water… and I mean FORCED. I barely had time to catch my breath. I struggled to hold it, having no idea how long he was going to keep my head submerged.
He pulled my head back up, and I came up gasping and sputtering. Hell, I nearly waterboarded myself from my own red hair hanging down over my face. Water drained down my face as I gasped for breath before he brushed it out of the way.
“I see I’m dealing with a smartass. Got anything else you want to contribute?”
“Not really. My teachers didn’t take too kindly to my attitude in school either.” And with that I got shoved down into the wooden tub a second time for my sass.
He let my head come back up after a bit. I whipped my hair up over my head, causing a big plume of water. It would have been comical had my situation not been so dire.
“I really need answers honey,” he whispered into my ear as he choked me. “My superiors won’t take too kindly if I don’t get answers.”
“I wish I had something to offer,” I rasped, his fingers tightening ominously around my throat.
“Maybe another dunking will loosen your tongue.”
“Probably not, but you can sure try-burlubrlgurlg!” Down I went, his hand forcing my head deep into the tub.
That one scared me a little, especially since he kept me down longer. I enjoy a good swim in a pool as much as the next girl. But I’m not known for being able to hold my breath for any length of time. And I wasn’t certain just how long I might need to hold it to endure his questions.
He pulled me up and I came up gasping for breath. He groped and mauled my tits, letting me know in no uncertain terms just who was in charge. It did give me a perverse thrill as my pussy started throbbing.
“Now we can do this the easy way… or we can do this the hard way.”
“I never saw myself as taking the easy way out,” I gasped.
“Have it your way then.”
Back down I went, struggling and bubbling. He had a good grip on me, making sure there was no way in hell I could get back up. I felt another erotic jolt, wondering if this was going to be it.
He kept me down for the longest time. I writhed and bubbled, my lungs screaming for air. I could feel the panic welling up inside me.
At the very last moment he pulled me up out of the water. I gasped like crazy as he wrapped his hand around my neck. He groped my tits again, enjoying molesting me. To be honest I kind of enjoyed it too as it kept my mind from bring up some rather unpleasant thoughts about the situation I found myself in.
“Are you sure you don’t have anything to say?” he asked as the water drained out of my hair.
“I could probably use some shampoo. I’ve been meaning to wash my hair lately, but I just haven’t found the time.”
“Then let me help wash it for you.” And with that I found myself shoved back down head first into the water.
I was more than a little scared as I bubbled like crazy. I suspected he was going to tire of the game and eventually do me in. I just didn’t know if he was going to drown me or use some other method.
To my surprise he began fingering me back there. I don’t know if he was trying to humiliate me or what. He certainly made me jerk and bubble. But it provided me with enough of a sexual distraction to settle down my growing panic.
He kept me down for the longest time before pulling me back up. Once more I waterboarded myself as my hair got in my eyes and covered my mouth. Water streamed down my face as I struggled to gasp for breath.
He hissed at me, “This isn’t going well. You know that, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, trying to maintain my sarcasm. “I guess I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m not used to having my hair washed in this manner.”
“Then let me make it easy for you.” That’s when he shoved my head back down into the wooden bucket.
He kept me submerged as the water began to settle. I tried to hold my breath, but my heart was hammering in my chest. Once more I could feel that panic threatening to overwhelm me.
How long would he keep me down like this? How far was he willing to take me? I had no idea, but it was easy enough to imagine the dire consequences if I didn’t answer his questions.
I was sure he was going to drown me, and I tried to prepare myself as my lungs screamed for another breath. I started to wriggle and squirm in panic, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my bodily functions. I could feel an orgasm coming on strong, and I hoped I’d get to enjoy one before my untimely demise.
I was a little surprised when he pulled me back up. The next dunk was probably going to trigger my orgasm. It was also liable to be my drowning swan song.
I gasped for breath as he brushed my hair out of my eyes. He groped and caressed me, playing with my nipples. “Does death excite you?” he asked ominously.
“Not really,” I replied in a quivering voice. “I guess we just can’t seem to see eye to eye on this thing, can we.”
“I guess not,” he sighed heavily. Then I got pushed back down into the water.
I tried to hold my breath despite the hammering of my heart. But it just wasn’t going to happen. My lungs were heaving, my heart was pounding, and I needed to be able to catch my breath. But this time he wasn’t letting me up.
I started to struggle in a futile attempt to rise up. But strong arms kept my head submerged. My lungs heaved and I began to panic.
I felt it swell within me; I was going to cum while he was holding me down. Was he going to drown me at the same time? I was beginning to think so.
I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could, fully expecting him to let me up. But that wasn’t happening. Then panic really set in.
I started to thrash about as I lost all my breath. Then I was cumming really hard. A moment later I knew it was all over when my lungs opened up.
I started swallowing water; gawd, how I swallowed water! Then I was panicking and thrashing about as I drowned in that damned bucket.
I orgasmed again; I was actually cumming as I was drowning. It hurt like hell, but despite my best efforts I couldn’t get my head up. He was keeping me down to make sure the deed was done.
I don’t know what it’s like to die, so I didn’t know what to expect. All I know is my life flashed before my eyes. Then I got this strange image of one of those James Bond characters.
He looked down into the water and saw my body lying there all drowned at the bottom of the pool. Then he shook his head as though he’d missed yet another one. I thought, ‘Yeah, you are fucking late AGAIN, you bastard!’ Then all my senses shut down as consciousness blissfully faded away.
© 2017 (written Oct 26 by Riwa)
(Pictures from Waterbondage.com and are used for illustration purposes only.
damhouder
Assistant executioner
Water torture as it is usually understood seemed to be most commonly used in Spain and France. The most famous incident of its application probably was when it was used in order to try to get the already convicted Marquise de Brinvilliers to implicate others in her crimes of poisoning. That happened in the summer of 1676, and pamphlets describing her crimes and her punishment circulated widely as a big portion of the population of Paris showed up to witness her beheading and then burning. The preliminary torture was, as was always the case of all tortures, conducted privately in front of the court that had sentenced her to death. Because of the gravity of her crime she was sentenced to both the Ordinary and Extraordinary Question, totaling 8 containers of water. Before the torture began she made a little joke in that because she was a small woman it looked like they were about to drown her.
damhouder
Assistant executioner
>>>> The Marquise probably was a poisoner, but she was also an aristocrat. She knew that any pleading on her part wouldn't make a difference since the sentence had already been imposed on her. It was bad enough to face being stripped naked and tortured, but worse yet to break down and beg for mercy. It's a form of stoicism that seemed to be fairly common at the time. Torture was just a normal part of the legal system, and those who went through it had probably heard about its workings all their lives.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
She should remove that tight corset if she wants to keep breathing!
