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Judas Cradle

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I like this position on the cradle. The outstretched arms at a slight up angle and pulled tight keep her upright in all directions with no possibility of lifting herself at all. She's held almost immovable on the cradle, and the extra weights drag her further down on the point, and stretch her at the sime time. Some very sadistic thinking went into this one.
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Regarding Ducon007's drawing:
When the torture master mounted Ingrid on the Judas Cradle, he carefully parted her pink pussy lips to insure the apex of the torture device would delve deeply inside her. Once satisfied that she was properly mounted, he slapped both of her wide-set boobs and laughing said “Enjoy ride, whore.”

Hours later Ingrid’s vagina throbbed with agony. Occasionally the torturer’s assistant, a young lad in his teens, would enter, pull up a chair and ogle Ingrid’s nudity. She begged him to take her off the Judas Cradle, but he merely laughed and made lewd comments about her breasts and pussy.

At last the torture master came in. Ingrid experienced a surge of hope as she expected him to take her down from this devilish device. Instead he selected a rawhide whip from the large variety affixed to the walls of the torture chamber. “Now for these sexy tits of yours, whore-slut. They need attending to and I’m going to see to it.” “Noooooooooooo, please”, she screamed.” The braided lash slashed across both her prominent nipples and as she wailed in pain, she jiggled her sex along the sharp point of the Judas Cradle causing her a jolt of excruciating suffering. Pleased with the results of his whip stroke, the torture master drew back his arm and announced to her “I’m going to say hello to your cunt, girl.”

The young assistant, hearing Ingrid’s piercing screams, ran to the torture chamber to watch his master at work. He arrived just in time to see the torture master’s whip cut a large thatch of pussy hair from Ingrid’s cunt. The brown cunt hair flew through the air and landed on the stone floor of the torture chamber. Besides her howling and jiggling breasts, the assistant noticed with amusement that her naked toes curled and uncurled automatically in response to her misery. The torture master noticed his assistant and said to him, “Now lad, watch this,” as he drew back his whip.
 
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