Electric City
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3 great electro videos. Tortured by Russians, Extreme Anal Torture rape and dp, and Brutal Torture Of A Spy Girl
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petelobo
Magistrate
Now he has her spread, stretched and helpless in a hard chair, the threatening is over. He presses the electric wand into her nipples, making her groan, then scream. She hates herself for giving him the pleasure she sees through her tears in his face. She bites herself, trying to keep from screaming, but of course he knows how to defeat her. Looking into her eyes, he moves the wand down between her spread legs and makes her scream and beg with the horrible surges of electricity where once he had given her such pleasure. And, in the end, she is horrified to see him move from her side, directly between her legs, and she know that here his eyes which miss nothing will see that she is wet, smell the scent of her he knows so well, and plunge the horrible round head of the wand deep within her until she cannot bear the screaming, writhing or pain any longer and finds blessed relief in unconsciousness. It is the ultimate humiliation and surrender.
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Tortured Slave
Assistant executioner
Well said.
Tortured Slave
Assistant executioner
These are awesome pictures. I'm thinking the good doctor might wish to apply those wires a bit lower on my anatomy...
Tortured Slave
Assistant executioner
Your description is awesome!
Tortured Slave
Assistant executioner
These are great. Arina is so gorgeous in peril
petelobo
Magistrate
I enjoy the process: writing the script for a specific actress, having it filmed, then editing the video streams into a 30-minute video, then capping the video. Posting images here gives me another chance to imagine how the relationship got to this place and to explore the internal feelings that led to these wonderful visuals. Glad you enjoyed them.
petelobo
Magistrate
She is a gorgeous young woman in almost any situation. In peril, I agree, but also when it's no longer peril but moves to actual torture, her reactions are astonishing.
petelobo
Magistrate
Cry intrigues him. The show-off inner lips of her pussy refuse to stay inside,. The pipe spreads them, revealing the sensitive nub they are designed to protect until the ultimate moment. Her large dark nipples stand up rudely with the clamps biting into them. Perhaps she likes to have them bitten. But she will not scream. A high whine in her throat could be pain or could be something more. Tay is taller, so her end of the pipe rises, allowing Cry some relief. Until Tay explodes in an orgasm and sinks down heavily, driving the burning copper deep within Cry. She goes up as high as she can on her toes, pulling with her arms tied to the ceiling, but she cannot get away. At this moment, he decides to turn up the flow and see if he can coax a scream from her. For a 30-minute video of Tay and Cry's tortures, contact pe1746@yahoo.com
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petelobo
Magistrate
They called him in after the standard methods hadn't worked. Tay was a leader of the rebels--strong, angry and resistant. They asked how he wanted her prepared. AOH. Nude. Her long luxuriant hair in a pony tail down to her ass. They suggested her ankles be tied, but he laughed. "I like fighters," he told them.
They prepared her as he requested, but hen they left they made sure the camera was on and they gathered in another room to watch. They joked about how she'd take him down a notch, kicking, biting and fighting.
As she hung there, waiting for what would come next, she focused on her breathing, staying in her center, saving her energy to be able to defeat their pathetic efforts to break her.
Finally a man came into the room. No taller than her, older, dressed in black. He stood away from her and said nothing.
His eyes roamed down her naked body, taking in every detail, then came back up to her face. There was mean smile on his lips, but no smile in his eyes. She knew she was supposed to be humiliated, but she was well-accustomed to having men stare at her. In the camps they sometimes watched her bathe or change clothes. It meant nothing to her. She was strong inside herself.
She too remained silent. It was the first battle, and she vowed she would win.
They prepared her as he requested, but hen they left they made sure the camera was on and they gathered in another room to watch. They joked about how she'd take him down a notch, kicking, biting and fighting.
As she hung there, waiting for what would come next, she focused on her breathing, staying in her center, saving her energy to be able to defeat their pathetic efforts to break her.
Finally a man came into the room. No taller than her, older, dressed in black. He stood away from her and said nothing.
His eyes roamed down her naked body, taking in every detail, then came back up to her face. There was mean smile on his lips, but no smile in his eyes. She knew she was supposed to be humiliated, but she was well-accustomed to having men stare at her. In the camps they sometimes watched her bathe or change clothes. It meant nothing to her. She was strong inside herself.
She too remained silent. It was the first battle, and she vowed she would win.
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petelobo
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He reached into his back pocket and produced a taser, stepping closer to her.
She felt tingling in her belly. She had seen them, even seen them used, but she had never experienced one. She knew that they required great skill to maintain the subject conscious. She hoped he would not have it. Unconsciousness was not a sign of weakness to her. It was a respite, a recharging of her strength.
From what she had seen, she doubted she could avoid making a sound when he shocked her, but she would resist in any case. Certainly she would never give him the pleasure of begging or pleading or telling him anything but lies.
His eyes dropped from hers to her nipples. He murmured, almost to himself, "you sweat nicely." He chuckled and looked back into her eyes. "Sweat conducts electricity beautifully." He took another step closer. "I will make love to you today, my darling," he told her. "This will be my cock." And he switched on the device, making it spark between its nodes.
She felt tingling in her belly. She had seen them, even seen them used, but she had never experienced one. She knew that they required great skill to maintain the subject conscious. She hoped he would not have it. Unconsciousness was not a sign of weakness to her. It was a respite, a recharging of her strength.
From what she had seen, she doubted she could avoid making a sound when he shocked her, but she would resist in any case. Certainly she would never give him the pleasure of begging or pleading or telling him anything but lies.
His eyes dropped from hers to her nipples. He murmured, almost to himself, "you sweat nicely." He chuckled and looked back into her eyes. "Sweat conducts electricity beautifully." He took another step closer. "I will make love to you today, my darling," he told her. "This will be my cock." And he switched on the device, making it spark between its nodes.
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Hadrianus127
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Maybe they'll come up with the idea of crucifying one of these pretty women while plugging in various sexy parts of their body to electricity.
petelobo
Magistrate
Enraged by his words, she suddenly kicked out at him, trying to catch him between the legs, trying to make him mad enough to lose control. In the next room, the watchers burst into cheers, but he easily caught her ankle and pushed it to the side. She realized that his eyes had dropped, as he spread her open and held her there. He studied her shaven pussy for a long moment. He dropped the leg and chuckled. "They told me you like to fight," he said. "That will make me very happy."
He lit a cigarette slowly, looking directly into her eyes. A quick unexpected step brought him to her side. He grasped her hair and used it to pull her head back, so she could not move and could see nothing. She waited for the searing burn of the cigarette, or the paralyzing shock of the taser, helpless but refusing to submit. She tried to slow her breathing, but she was aware he must be watching the rise and fall of her breasts and felt shame for just an instant. She waited, steeling herself, but nothing happened.
She felt the sweat breaking out on her face and body as she was stretched in this uncomfortable position. She could hear him breathing, also slowly and deeply, and she realized that this man was not like the others from the day before. The buzzing from her belly sunk down and she felt it in her pussy as she waited.
He lit a cigarette slowly, looking directly into her eyes. A quick unexpected step brought him to her side. He grasped her hair and used it to pull her head back, so she could not move and could see nothing. She waited for the searing burn of the cigarette, or the paralyzing shock of the taser, helpless but refusing to submit. She tried to slow her breathing, but she was aware he must be watching the rise and fall of her breasts and felt shame for just an instant. She waited, steeling herself, but nothing happened.
She felt the sweat breaking out on her face and body as she was stretched in this uncomfortable position. She could hear him breathing, also slowly and deeply, and she realized that this man was not like the others from the day before. The buzzing from her belly sunk down and she felt it in her pussy as she waited.
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petelobo
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After what seemed an eternity, and without any warning of feeling him move, suddenly she heard the crackle of electricity and felt a pain in her breast like nothing she had ever imagined. She screamed from the bottom of her being. He held the taser in place for whole long seconds as her body was frozen into a shuddering arch. Then he pulled it away. She felt the darkness of the prayed-for unconsciousness recede. Her breathing was fast, ragged, uncontrolled.
She didn't know when he had released her hair. Now his arm encircled her waist, pressing her body to his own. He moved to her other breast, and her feet came up off the floor, leaving her hanging and riding him with each 1-second burst. The rests were so short between the surges that she could not catch her breath. The screams had emptied her, leaving her capable only of groans from her chest and high-pitched whining in her throat.
Before she could recover, he pulled her hair sharply down, arching her and presenting her breasts for another brutal surge of electricity and another helpless scream escaped her. Holding her immobile, he activated and de-activated the taser one, two, three times before she lost count.
Her screams came and died in seconds but finally became one long shriek. The men in the adjoining room edged closer to the screen, holding their own breaths, hearing her ragged voice through the wall that separated them.
She didn't know when he had released her hair. Now his arm encircled her waist, pressing her body to his own. He moved to her other breast, and her feet came up off the floor, leaving her hanging and riding him with each 1-second burst. The rests were so short between the surges that she could not catch her breath. The screams had emptied her, leaving her capable only of groans from her chest and high-pitched whining in her throat.
Before she could recover, he pulled her hair sharply down, arching her and presenting her breasts for another brutal surge of electricity and another helpless scream escaped her. Holding her immobile, he activated and de-activated the taser one, two, three times before she lost count.
Her screams came and died in seconds but finally became one long shriek. The men in the adjoining room edged closer to the screen, holding their own breaths, hearing her ragged voice through the wall that separated them.
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petelobo
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She knew she would tell him anything, if only he would ask. She would beg to tell him her deepest secrets if only he would release her--kill her, free her, whatever he chose.
But he just walked away. The men in the next room heard him open the door and enter with a confident smile on his face.
He wanted her to have time. Time to recharge her resistance. Time to regain her fight. Then he would show these fools why he preferred to let his victims struggle.
But he just walked away. The men in the next room heard him open the door and enter with a confident smile on his face.
He wanted her to have time. Time to recharge her resistance. Time to regain her fight. Then he would show these fools why he preferred to let his victims struggle.
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petelobo
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Drifting in the haze of pain, after an hour of hanging from her wrists, she did not hear him enter the room. Silently he moved behind her, the taser in his hand. The sudden shock of his jerking her head back brought her awake in an instant, and she tried to arch away from him. The defeat of her first torture was gone, and her resistance had returned. She had visualized herself, fighting him, kicking him and somehow destroying him when he returned. But not this soon.
This time he was merciless. There were no breaks. From behind her, pulling her head back, he made her dance and sing in the air with the rhythmic snapping of the brutal shocks. He had learned from his initial experiments, that her nipples were hopelessly sensitive, and he began by focusing there, quickly burning through the resistance she had sought to re-establish during her rest period.
There was no attempt to maintain silence. She screamed and pleaded wordlessly, realizing that she had been defeated before he even began.
This time he was merciless. There were no breaks. From behind her, pulling her head back, he made her dance and sing in the air with the rhythmic snapping of the brutal shocks. He had learned from his initial experiments, that her nipples were hopelessly sensitive, and he began by focusing there, quickly burning through the resistance she had sought to re-establish during her rest period.
There was no attempt to maintain silence. She screamed and pleaded wordlessly, realizing that she had been defeated before he even began.
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petelobo
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She heard him laughing and felt that well-known burning anger in her chest. It came to her in battles. I'm a fighter, she told herself. He felt the change in her and removed the taser from her breast, allowing her to spin around. She raised her leg to kick him, but he was too close. Her arms were stretched over her head, out of the fight. Her head was held immobile by his grip on her hair. But she could kick. Her eyes were locked on the taser, so she barely noticed the smile on his face. "Fight," he told her. And she fought.
The other men could not understand what he knew: letting the victim fight, making her fight, giving her the illusion that she had some power to resist, was what resulted in complete defeat. The others bound the girls immobile. They had an excuse for their defeat. But he relished the fight. He saw the desperation in Tay's struggles--and these were only the first ones. He loved her for them. He could see in her eyes the true fear growing there, the realization that no matter how hard she fought, she would submit in the end. She would beg to submit.
He stepped away. He let her do her worst. She kicked at him to no effect. Later she would discover, after he cut her down and prepared to rape her to establish his complete ownership of her, that he was wearing a cup to protect himself. She could not hurt him, but he loved her for trying. In the other room, his colleagues watching on the monitor, hearing her roars of rage, watching her fight like a caged beast, would feel their own fear
The other men could not understand what he knew: letting the victim fight, making her fight, giving her the illusion that she had some power to resist, was what resulted in complete defeat. The others bound the girls immobile. They had an excuse for their defeat. But he relished the fight. He saw the desperation in Tay's struggles--and these were only the first ones. He loved her for them. He could see in her eyes the true fear growing there, the realization that no matter how hard she fought, she would submit in the end. She would beg to submit.
He stepped away. He let her do her worst. She kicked at him to no effect. Later she would discover, after he cut her down and prepared to rape her to establish his complete ownership of her, that he was wearing a cup to protect himself. She could not hurt him, but he loved her for trying. In the other room, his colleagues watching on the monitor, hearing her roars of rage, watching her fight like a caged beast, would feel their own fear
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petelobo
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She was beginning to tire. It was time to move in. Now was the time he loved the most. Now, having taken all she had to resist him, he would show her how powerless she was. Oh, she would continue to fight--especially when she realized he was going to shock her between her legs--but it was all only to please him. Hurting her where she most protected herself, hurting her without mercy despite the terror that drove her, that was the next step. He felt himself growing hard inside the cup as he took her sweating struggling body in his arms.
He felt her fighting turn to tension as she realized what was next. He held her against him from behind, he arms wrapped around her lower belly. The very fighting she was doing had opened her up, and she began a high keening noise in her throat. He knew that sign. There was no escape, no pretense of courage, no chance to victory, only the terrible fear of what the electricity would feel like when it surged into her pussy.
She closed her legs as if that might protect her. Still she would not beg. The scent of sweat over her skin was strong, the scent of fear. And another scent he knew very well, the scent of a pussy responding to pain and terror as it did to pleasure. "Are you going to come for me?" he whispered, and he felt her shrink in his arms, for the first time truly humiliated.
He felt her fighting turn to tension as she realized what was next. He held her against him from behind, he arms wrapped around her lower belly. The very fighting she was doing had opened her up, and she began a high keening noise in her throat. He knew that sign. There was no escape, no pretense of courage, no chance to victory, only the terrible fear of what the electricity would feel like when it surged into her pussy.
She closed her legs as if that might protect her. Still she would not beg. The scent of sweat over her skin was strong, the scent of fear. And another scent he knew very well, the scent of a pussy responding to pain and terror as it did to pleasure. "Are you going to come for me?" he whispered, and he felt her shrink in his arms, for the first time truly humiliated.
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petelobo
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Suddenly he spun her around to face him. Without thinking she tried to knee or kick him but he was too close. She felt the taser plunge between her thighs and heard the loud cracking spark at the instant she felt the two electrode pins discharge between her lips and thought she must die right then.
He spun her back forward, holding her grinding hips tight against him as he drove the taser into her pussy again...
She was screaming as she might in an orgasm, her hips driving back against him, making him harder and harder. She could not breathe or stop the sounds that came out of her or the wetness that ran down her thighs. She was barely within herself any more. No resistance, no will, no hope.
He spun her back forward, holding her grinding hips tight against him as he drove the taser into her pussy again...
She was screaming as she might in an orgasm, her hips driving back against him, making him harder and harder. She could not breathe or stop the sounds that came out of her or the wetness that ran down her thighs. She was barely within herself any more. No resistance, no will, no hope.
