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And note the sentence:
"These needles all have a small wooden grip, so that the torturer wouldn’t hurt herself – it’s a She, it’s always a woman; they are cruelest to other women"
South American interrogation
by Electrosadist. All rights reserved.
The scene is a torture center, sometime in the -80’s, far away from the capital in a South American country. Rich people from the US, among them you, are invited to watch the interrogations performed by the military police. The guide leads you on a tour through the torture center.
– Yes, as I told you, we have it all here; everything you wish, you name it.
It’s this thing with electricity that you can’t stop thinking about, can you? Well, why should you? As I told you, we can serve you in every way. Follow me down to the basement…
So, here we are. Do you see the metallic chair? Almost like a throne, bolted to the concrete floor. And the table? Fine. The straps? Well, can’t you imagine? The girl whom is to be placed in the chair in just a minute will be tightly secured to it. And all straps are metallic, as you can see. Good for heat – and current as well…
Look, here she is. She is brought into the room by two male, uniformed guards. A young one, a teenager… well trained but still with rather big breasts that point a bit upwards… and those childish pigtails…
Look how easily they put her into the chair and how swiftly they secure her to it: her ankles, her knees and her thighs… This girl has rather strong thighs, I must say. They are secured to the seat by bracelets tightened just where the thighs end and the very hairy crotch begins… Mmm, blonde hair… and fluffy… This will really be a delightful session, I can promise you that…
Aha, and now for the hips. There we go; a metallic band right over the hipbone… click… she cannot even undulate now. Look, the fear in her eyes when she sees them coming closer to her. They smile, evilly, as they easily press her to the back of the chair… her naked back leaning against the cold metal chair… You see how her nipples react…? Mmm! She panics, screams to the guards, pleads with them… but nobody cares… nobody stops doing their tasks… Of course not! Why should they? It’s not they who are in the torture chair!
The arms, the hands… there we go, tightly secured to the armrests by metal bracelets. Her hands so close to being able to stop it all – yet so far away…
And her head… one metallic band around her neck, as tight as possible – and one around her forehead, so that she cannot pass out by banging her head to the back of chair when the fun begins… that would be to easy for her…
There you are, neatly packed! The guards now put the equipment in place. A box, filled with long needles – some 12 to 15 inches long. These needles all have a small wooden grip, so that the torturer wouldn’t hurt herself – it’s a She, it’s always a woman; they are cruelest to other women – by burning her delicate fingers.
A generator. On the generator there is of course a knob, if they want to use the ordinary electrical system. But there is also a crank, for manual creating of current. Some of the torturers find this way of mastering the level of pain more exciting; it gives them a feeling of presence and power that they say is far more exciting than doing it the modern way, with the knob. I must say though, that if you get to see a really skilled sadist using the old fashioned generator, you are really lucky. It seems that the victim, the girl, can’t handle the fact that somebody is actually inflicting this unbearable pain simply by slowly turning a crank…not stopping the movement despite the pleas…It’s the worst part for them, I can tell you; the humiliation… and, of course, as a surprise for you; the most skilled of our female sadists is to perform today…oh yeah…
Then there are some short needles as well. You may soon see the use of them…
Now. look at the woman entering the room. With a gorgeous body, raven hair and an evil smile on her lips she walks towards her victim. The woman seems to be about 35 years old. She pets and caresses the bound girls face, she even kisses her, French. The poor girl cries silently… it’s a very deep and long kiss, and the woman seems to be exited by it. She finally stops and, with a short laughter, slaps the girls face hard, just once.
Let’s just enjoy the show, shall we?
– – –
– Ah, girlie… honeymoon is over. Say hello to me – my name is Samantha.
The bound girl doesn’t answer. She just stares. In her 18-year old life she never had thought anything like this could happen to her. She, a rich white girl… no, never. Of course, she had heard the stories about other girls in the school that had been arrested by the military, in order to supply them with information about subversive elements. Torture by heat and electricity seemed to be the instruments of the interrogators. But that she… No, no, NO!!!
Samantha puts fire to a gas flame and holds it behind the steel chair, letting it flick back and forth. The effect comes immediately. The girl panics and screams when she fully understands the purpose of the flame; it heats the chair, very fast… The metal now burns her back, and her tender skin on her cute behind…
The pain gets more and more intense as Samantha, without taking the flame away for even a second, just lets the flame continue it’s cruel dance behind the chair, burning more and more, and the girl screams, she begs, Stop it, stop it PLEEEASE, I beg You… but why, why, why should Samantha stop… This is the moment she’s been waiting for, it’s her turn now, her best night of the week…
So, just imagine… the heat continues for ten more minutes, together with the shrieks, the guttural shrieks that the young bound girl produces…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH…
And she can hardly move a muscle… her futile attempts to get free are completely ignored by her implacable bonds…
Samantha finally takes the flame away, but she doesn’t turn it off, oh no, she has other plans… She looks down at her totally helpless and naked victim and licks her lips. This is only the beginning, she thinks…
– Do you have a suggestion?
Samantha teases the girl. She falls for it.
– TAKE ME OFF…OFF…PLEEEASE…
Samantha smiles. She reaches for a short metallic band and fastens it to a hook in the seat, just where the poor little girl’s slit is. Then she fastens the other end to a small hook on the band that runs over the hips of the poor thing. As she slowly lowers the flame, she whispers softly in the girl’s ear:
– But girlie, why should I take you off… why should I…
As she finally lets the flame begin it’s dance under the seat, just under the hairy crotch, Samantha bursts out laughing… the girl roars and yells as the metal band covering her slit slowly is getting hotter and hotter… you can imagine the pain…it never stops…
– Would you like me to stop?
Samantha doesn’t get an answer. The poor blonde girl is now constantly crying out wild, her limbs stiff and her eyes desperate. Yes, she can’t really move an inch. And still, the pain that never stops… She can’t get away from it. This is REALLY good, Samantha thinks and smiles happily as she lets the flame continue it’s wonderful work a few minutes more.
When she finally shuts off the flame and, after a while, by using protective gloves, loosens the now red hot band from it’s hooks, the naked girl is almost unconscious. Not to good if she passes out, Samantha thinks and puts a stethoscope to the girls chest. As Samantha is an experienced military nurse, she can tell from the heart rhythm of the victim exactly where the limit is. No, she’s all right so far, Samantha thinks. I can go on.
The cunt lips are severely burned by the metallic band. They are a bit swollen and therefore well parted and completely red. Samantha licks her lips when she sees the result of her work. This is good for the continued treatment that she has in mind for the girl, as the cunt now is even more sensitive than before…
Samantha calls for the guards to rearrange the victim. They easily drag the semiconscious girl from the chair and put her on her back on top of the metal table. They quickly fasten her to the table with the metal straps. The same procedure; her head kept immobile, her arms fastened along her sides, and her legs tightly secured to the table by straps at her crotch and at her bent knees, and at her calves and ankles. She is secured in a way that makes her thighs part wildly, but as her knees are bent her calves are still pointing parallel downwards to the end of the table. Her lovely sex is utterly exposed in this position…
Samantha watches the scene as she finishes a cigarette – she enjoys smoking during a torture session. She then dismisses the guards, and as they close the heavy steel door Samantha looks at the girl for some minutes, savoring her slow awakening, and without a word she bends down and lets her tongue taste the alas so red and sore lips of the tormented girl’s sex. She licks and kisses the labia and eases her soft tongue under the little hood covering the little one’s the clit and frets it for a minute, just long enough for the girl to feel the blood starting to flow into her clit and enlarging it, and making it even more sensitive, just as when she masturbates in her room at night… If she only had knew what was to come…
Samantha now steps up and reaches for a small box, from which she takes out two wires. Each wire has a split strand in one end, and an electric contact in the other. Samantha hums merrily as she sees the girl react on the sight of the wires; she starts to beg in a low, childish voice to be set free, not to have to undergo the torture that is in store for her… tears in her eyes… Samantha doesn’t even take notice. She is going to do her task as she has planned to. Why should some silly tears stop her?
And note the sentence:
"These needles all have a small wooden grip, so that the torturer wouldn’t hurt herself – it’s a She, it’s always a woman; they are cruelest to other women"
South American interrogation
by Electrosadist. All rights reserved.
The scene is a torture center, sometime in the -80’s, far away from the capital in a South American country. Rich people from the US, among them you, are invited to watch the interrogations performed by the military police. The guide leads you on a tour through the torture center.
– Yes, as I told you, we have it all here; everything you wish, you name it.
It’s this thing with electricity that you can’t stop thinking about, can you? Well, why should you? As I told you, we can serve you in every way. Follow me down to the basement…
So, here we are. Do you see the metallic chair? Almost like a throne, bolted to the concrete floor. And the table? Fine. The straps? Well, can’t you imagine? The girl whom is to be placed in the chair in just a minute will be tightly secured to it. And all straps are metallic, as you can see. Good for heat – and current as well…
Look, here she is. She is brought into the room by two male, uniformed guards. A young one, a teenager… well trained but still with rather big breasts that point a bit upwards… and those childish pigtails…
Look how easily they put her into the chair and how swiftly they secure her to it: her ankles, her knees and her thighs… This girl has rather strong thighs, I must say. They are secured to the seat by bracelets tightened just where the thighs end and the very hairy crotch begins… Mmm, blonde hair… and fluffy… This will really be a delightful session, I can promise you that…
Aha, and now for the hips. There we go; a metallic band right over the hipbone… click… she cannot even undulate now. Look, the fear in her eyes when she sees them coming closer to her. They smile, evilly, as they easily press her to the back of the chair… her naked back leaning against the cold metal chair… You see how her nipples react…? Mmm! She panics, screams to the guards, pleads with them… but nobody cares… nobody stops doing their tasks… Of course not! Why should they? It’s not they who are in the torture chair!
The arms, the hands… there we go, tightly secured to the armrests by metal bracelets. Her hands so close to being able to stop it all – yet so far away…
And her head… one metallic band around her neck, as tight as possible – and one around her forehead, so that she cannot pass out by banging her head to the back of chair when the fun begins… that would be to easy for her…
There you are, neatly packed! The guards now put the equipment in place. A box, filled with long needles – some 12 to 15 inches long. These needles all have a small wooden grip, so that the torturer wouldn’t hurt herself – it’s a She, it’s always a woman; they are cruelest to other women – by burning her delicate fingers.
A generator. On the generator there is of course a knob, if they want to use the ordinary electrical system. But there is also a crank, for manual creating of current. Some of the torturers find this way of mastering the level of pain more exciting; it gives them a feeling of presence and power that they say is far more exciting than doing it the modern way, with the knob. I must say though, that if you get to see a really skilled sadist using the old fashioned generator, you are really lucky. It seems that the victim, the girl, can’t handle the fact that somebody is actually inflicting this unbearable pain simply by slowly turning a crank…not stopping the movement despite the pleas…It’s the worst part for them, I can tell you; the humiliation… and, of course, as a surprise for you; the most skilled of our female sadists is to perform today…oh yeah…
Then there are some short needles as well. You may soon see the use of them…
Now. look at the woman entering the room. With a gorgeous body, raven hair and an evil smile on her lips she walks towards her victim. The woman seems to be about 35 years old. She pets and caresses the bound girls face, she even kisses her, French. The poor girl cries silently… it’s a very deep and long kiss, and the woman seems to be exited by it. She finally stops and, with a short laughter, slaps the girls face hard, just once.
Let’s just enjoy the show, shall we?
– – –
– Ah, girlie… honeymoon is over. Say hello to me – my name is Samantha.
The bound girl doesn’t answer. She just stares. In her 18-year old life she never had thought anything like this could happen to her. She, a rich white girl… no, never. Of course, she had heard the stories about other girls in the school that had been arrested by the military, in order to supply them with information about subversive elements. Torture by heat and electricity seemed to be the instruments of the interrogators. But that she… No, no, NO!!!
Samantha puts fire to a gas flame and holds it behind the steel chair, letting it flick back and forth. The effect comes immediately. The girl panics and screams when she fully understands the purpose of the flame; it heats the chair, very fast… The metal now burns her back, and her tender skin on her cute behind…
The pain gets more and more intense as Samantha, without taking the flame away for even a second, just lets the flame continue it’s cruel dance behind the chair, burning more and more, and the girl screams, she begs, Stop it, stop it PLEEEASE, I beg You… but why, why, why should Samantha stop… This is the moment she’s been waiting for, it’s her turn now, her best night of the week…
So, just imagine… the heat continues for ten more minutes, together with the shrieks, the guttural shrieks that the young bound girl produces…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHAAAAAARRRRGGHHHH…
And she can hardly move a muscle… her futile attempts to get free are completely ignored by her implacable bonds…
Samantha finally takes the flame away, but she doesn’t turn it off, oh no, she has other plans… She looks down at her totally helpless and naked victim and licks her lips. This is only the beginning, she thinks…
– Do you have a suggestion?
Samantha teases the girl. She falls for it.
– TAKE ME OFF…OFF…PLEEEASE…
Samantha smiles. She reaches for a short metallic band and fastens it to a hook in the seat, just where the poor little girl’s slit is. Then she fastens the other end to a small hook on the band that runs over the hips of the poor thing. As she slowly lowers the flame, she whispers softly in the girl’s ear:
– But girlie, why should I take you off… why should I…
As she finally lets the flame begin it’s dance under the seat, just under the hairy crotch, Samantha bursts out laughing… the girl roars and yells as the metal band covering her slit slowly is getting hotter and hotter… you can imagine the pain…it never stops…
– Would you like me to stop?
Samantha doesn’t get an answer. The poor blonde girl is now constantly crying out wild, her limbs stiff and her eyes desperate. Yes, she can’t really move an inch. And still, the pain that never stops… She can’t get away from it. This is REALLY good, Samantha thinks and smiles happily as she lets the flame continue it’s wonderful work a few minutes more.
When she finally shuts off the flame and, after a while, by using protective gloves, loosens the now red hot band from it’s hooks, the naked girl is almost unconscious. Not to good if she passes out, Samantha thinks and puts a stethoscope to the girls chest. As Samantha is an experienced military nurse, she can tell from the heart rhythm of the victim exactly where the limit is. No, she’s all right so far, Samantha thinks. I can go on.
The cunt lips are severely burned by the metallic band. They are a bit swollen and therefore well parted and completely red. Samantha licks her lips when she sees the result of her work. This is good for the continued treatment that she has in mind for the girl, as the cunt now is even more sensitive than before…
Samantha calls for the guards to rearrange the victim. They easily drag the semiconscious girl from the chair and put her on her back on top of the metal table. They quickly fasten her to the table with the metal straps. The same procedure; her head kept immobile, her arms fastened along her sides, and her legs tightly secured to the table by straps at her crotch and at her bent knees, and at her calves and ankles. She is secured in a way that makes her thighs part wildly, but as her knees are bent her calves are still pointing parallel downwards to the end of the table. Her lovely sex is utterly exposed in this position…
Samantha watches the scene as she finishes a cigarette – she enjoys smoking during a torture session. She then dismisses the guards, and as they close the heavy steel door Samantha looks at the girl for some minutes, savoring her slow awakening, and without a word she bends down and lets her tongue taste the alas so red and sore lips of the tormented girl’s sex. She licks and kisses the labia and eases her soft tongue under the little hood covering the little one’s the clit and frets it for a minute, just long enough for the girl to feel the blood starting to flow into her clit and enlarging it, and making it even more sensitive, just as when she masturbates in her room at night… If she only had knew what was to come…
Samantha now steps up and reaches for a small box, from which she takes out two wires. Each wire has a split strand in one end, and an electric contact in the other. Samantha hums merrily as she sees the girl react on the sight of the wires; she starts to beg in a low, childish voice to be set free, not to have to undergo the torture that is in store for her… tears in her eyes… Samantha doesn’t even take notice. She is going to do her task as she has planned to. Why should some silly tears stop her?
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