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Tales of Torture by Ron23333, Mastodont and friends

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Another girl brought a jar of oil. She set it on the floor, dipped her fingers in the oil, and began to smear it on Lillian's breasts.
Lillian's body has gradually adapted to it.
Her almond-shaped black eyes were wide open.
With a groan in her throat, she could not speak, for she was very weak.
 
Marie, meanwhile, noted that Lillian's breasts were not inferior to her own.
Marie stared with jealous eyes at the two white masses of flesh that were constantly changing shape in front of her, this was because the masseuse was very experienced and she couldn't bring herself to take a torch and burn those tempting tits.

She felt that she was going to faint with anger.
 
Marie stared with jealous eyes at the two white masses of flesh that were constantly changing shape in front of her, this was because the masseuse was very experienced and she couldn't bring herself to take a torch and burn those tempting tits.

She felt that she was going to faint with anger.

Marie looked at Lillian's nipples, which strained from the constant touching
 
Marie looked at Lillian's nipples, which strained from the constant touching
She licked her cracked lips and was hot and dry. Some liquid flowed out of her lower body, and her nipples were also erect. She smelled the smell of oil in her nose. It played an important role in covering up the stench of women. It emitted a strong pungent smell, but it didn't smell bad.
 
She licked her cracked lips and was hot and dry. Some liquid flowed out of her lower body, and her nipples were also erect. She smelled the smell of oil in her nose. It played an important role in covering up the stench of women. It emitted a strong pungent smell, but it didn't smell bad.
One of the girls brought out a small box and began to take out metal needles of various lengths, which she spread out on a small table near the goats on which Lillian was lying.
 
One of the girls brought out a small box and began to take out metal needles of various lengths, which she spread out on a small table near the goats on which Lillian was lying.
Marie is extremely excited.

She looked at the girl's work with admiration.
 
The girl skillfully spread the needles on the cloth covering the table, smeared them with wine, and handled them with the same love as an artist handles his brushes.
Lilian kept crying. She couldn't bear the terrible torture anymore, but she didn't know how to beg for mercy. She has been communicating friendly with her closest business partner Keira. She can say a lot, but she can't. She can understand a lot of words, but you want her to say that in this situation, she can’t say the next word. She wants to shake her head and has no strength. She is a businessman who came to this kingdom from the East. , She loves Helen, she fell in love with Helen the first time she saw Helen, and now they still don’t let her go, her spirit is on the verge of collapse.
 
Lilian kept crying. She couldn't bear the terrible torture anymore, but she didn't know how to beg for mercy. She has been communicating friendly with her closest business partner Keira. She can say a lot, but she can't. She can understand a lot of words, but you want her to say that in this situation, she can’t say the next word. She wants to shake her head and has no strength. She is a businessman who came to this kingdom from the East. , She loves Helen, she fell in love with Helen the first time she saw Helen, and now they still don’t let her go, her spirit is on the verge of collapse.
The nun looked at Lillian's stretched body, noting all her virtues.
 
The nun looked at Lillian's stretched body, noting all her virtues.

The girl started her work.
Lillian's erect nipples felt the pain of pins and needles and she screamed again, her body struggling violently as if to break the torture chair apart and she began to call out Helen's name, a quirky eccentricity of the Orientals who call out other people's names when they are suffering, especially their favourites, and both the nuns and Marie looked at her with strange eyes, wondering if she had been been tortured to insanity under torture.
 
The girl started her work.
Lillian's erect nipples felt the pain of pins and needles and she screamed again, her body struggling violently as if to break the torture chair apart and she began to call out Helen's name, a quirky eccentricity of the Orientals who call out other people's names when they are suffering, especially their favourites, and both the nuns and Marie looked at her with strange eyes, wondering if she had been been tortured to insanity under torture.
The girl nonchalantly continued to slowly poke needles into Lillian's chest.
 
The girl nonchalantly continued to slowly poke needles into Lillian's chest.
The best thing about this oil is that it does not bleed and the woman's skin becomes so smooth that the tip of a needle can pass through the woman's skin but does not pierce the small bleeding holes.

Suddenly Lillian's pussy spewed out some pungent liquid. It was so fishy that it directly hit Mary's face and made Marie vomit.
 
The best thing about this oil is that it does not bleed and the woman's skin becomes so smooth that the tip of a needle can pass through the woman's skin but does not pierce the small bleeding holes.

Suddenly Lillian's pussy spewed out some pungent liquid. It was so fishy that it directly hit Mary's face and made Marie vomit.
The nun spoke to the girls about Lillian's condition.
 
The nun spoke to the girls about Lillian's condition.
While the nun was talking, something unexpected happened.

The oil magnified Lillian's physical pain and tormented her sense of shame; the stools and urinates she had been tolerating came out, and even pushed the wooden props out of her body, which were easy because they were full of oil.

Marie was about to faint from the stench, she tried to hide from the filth inside Lillian but she didn't have the strength, she couldn't stand up, her legs were numb. She was being tortured in an unexpected way.

Lillian burst into tears of sadness, she felt that all her previous efforts had been in vain, she had lost the dignity characteristic of an East Asian woman, she cried very loudly, still screaming Helen's name as if it was the only sound she could make.
 
While the nun was talking, something unexpected happened.

The oil magnified Lillian's physical pain and tormented her sense of shame; the stools and urinates she had been tolerating came out, and even pushed the wooden props out of her body, which were easy because they were full of oil.

Marie was about to faint from the stench, she tried to hide from the filth inside Lillian but she didn't have the strength, she couldn't stand up, her legs were numb. She was being tortured in an unexpected way.

Lillian burst into tears of sadness, she felt that all her previous efforts had been in vain, she had lost the dignity characteristic of an East Asian woman, she cried very loudly, still screaming Helen's name as if it was the only sound she could make.
The nun squeaked squeamishly at the sight of this scene. "That thing has lost all dignity. "
One of the girls doused Lillian with water from a bucket.
 
The nun squeaked squeamishly at the sight of this scene. "That thing has lost all dignity. "
One of the girls doused Lillian with water from a bucket.
Marie finally struggled to her feet, she was actively trying to escape, she had been here too long, she hated dirty bitches and Lillian was the CUNT she was particularly disgusted by.

"kill me! quick! kill me! hurry up! I have no meaning to live! I have no hope! Helen would think I was a dirty bug!"

Lillian was shaking as if she had malaria, she was babbling nonsense, the nun looked as if she was looking at a woman possessed by the devil, she couldn't understand what was wrong with this woman.
 
Marie finally struggled to her feet, she was actively trying to escape, she had been here too long, she hated dirty bitches and Lillian was the CUNT she was particularly disgusted by.

"kill me! quick! kill me! hurry up! I have no meaning to live! I have no hope! Helen would think I was a dirty bug!"

Lillian was shaking as if she had malaria, she was babbling nonsense, the nun looked as if she was looking at a woman possessed by the devil, she couldn't understand what was wrong with this woman.

While the nun and the other girls were discussing what to do next, the executioner girl continued to torture Lillian's breasts.
 
While the nun and the other girls were discussing what to do next, the executioner girl continued to torture Lillian's breasts.
The executioner girl needling Lillian's tits was effective as she struggled to escape the intense stimulation from the needle, it gave her a very unique sensation, it was as if she felt a unique sweetness under the needle, her lower body spurted fluid, her body convulsed and a lustful scream escaped her mouth which brought her to orgasm.

In fact, Lillian has been resisting the desire to excrete in her body. This strange quirk is hard to say. It only exists in the thinking of Oriental women. They are afraid of excreting desire. When they empty their stomachs, their spirit will be tortured very strongly.
 
The executioner girl needling Lillian's tits was effective as she struggled to escape the intense stimulation from the needle, it gave her a very unique sensation, it was as if she felt a unique sweetness under the needle, her lower body spurted fluid, her body convulsed and a lustful scream escaped her mouth which brought her to orgasm.

In fact, Lillian has been resisting the desire to excrete in her body. This strange quirk is hard to say. It only exists in the thinking of Oriental women. They are afraid of excreting desire. When they empty their stomachs, their spirit will be tortured very strongly.

Gaston, who had coldly observed the torture of another rebel, said loudly, "I think our Marie has grown weary of watching her accomplices suffer. She needs to rest. And you ladies continue the interrogation of Lillian. I'm sure she is on the verge of giving us many names of the rebels."
 
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