all my own work

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No effort was taken in applying this torture apart from pressing the odd few buttons on the controls

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And we reach the limit of the machine and the limit of our poor suffering victim. How stimulating it is to see her taken to an extreme position.

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And we reach the limit of the machine and the limit of our poor suffering victim. How stimulating it is to see her taken to an extreme position.

Oh! Stimulating, indeed.

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Some gifs of the back rack for you to enjoy with a magnifying lens.

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There was a story going around my head that, yet again, I never did anything with. However I have taken a couple of the ideas to make the opening lines below. After all, there must be a reason for the torture....


Tell Us


They had interviewed Daria before but had let her go as they were not sure if she was worth following.
It had all been a bit of a mix up. Her father had appeared to say some harsh words about the president, not realising he was speaking to an informer. Daria explained that he was given to outbursts when he was drunk, which was often, but his words were soon forgotten by him. She had apologised and made it clear she had little to do with him as he could be abusive to her as well.

Since she had been interviewed, she thought the authorities might well investigate further. Daria informed Michal that now was the time to move.
She was right. The secret police did investigate her but found out too late that Michal, her boyfriend, was 'a person interest'.
Somehow the military had not seen it coming. Michal was in the army and had now gone missing with a whole mound of explosives and guns.
Daria determined to leave the city in the dead of night, for they were sure to be on her trail soon.

The police were on to her already. They stopped her car at a checkpoint. She was handcuffed and hooded, then bundled into a sinister black van to be taken to the main investigation branch of the secret police. It was a dark and sinister 10 storey building with a basement where no-one wanted to end up.

There would be no polite questioning this time....

The underground complex was entered through a normal looking door. However, this door was electronically sealed by the staff beyond it. She was guided into the entrance room....

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They undid the hood and unlocked the cuffs. It took her a while to adjust to the light. She blinked and squinted until her sight was back to normal. What she saw was a woman sitting at her desk. The woman had turned around on her swivel chair to face Daria.
'Well now young lady. Go over there, strip and put all your clothes on the table...And I mean all. Put your jewellery in the box. You won't be needing any of your possessions here.'

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Daria could feel her heart pounding. She tried to think of something to say.
The dark brown voice of the jailer made her point clear.
'Do as I say or these men will rip your clothes from you.'
She looked at the men each side of her and could see the locked door behind them.
Suddenly one of them grabbed her hair and shoved her in the direction of the table.
'Come on! Get on with it.' He shouted.
There was not much of a choice. If she hoped to get her clothes back she must take them off, yet she knew this would only be the start of a terrible time that her body was going to endure.

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Daria began her task beginning with her shoes and cardigan as they were somehow easier to do without. Earrings and other jewellery escaped her grasp and descended into the box.
She delayed as long as she dare to remove her dress. The guards yelled at her to remove her bra. She turned away from them in shyness, reaching round to undo the clasp. One guard leaned forward to get that first glimpse of her tiny breasts.
The last garment was the hardest. The men looked on, eager to see yet another naked woman donate herself to their insatiable appetite.
She slid her panties down her slim little legs....

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She had done it. She had stripped herself to avoid these men violently doing so. As she looked down at her panties the truth hit home. She shook with fear of what terrible treatment she was going to suffer. There would be no defence of her body from now on. The men could hardly wait to get the handcuffs back on her and then the hood.
She was all ready to meet her fate. One guard held the end of the tether attached to her neck. The female guard pressed the button for the door to slide open... open to a secret world of pain.
A quick tug and Daria was on the move, following her captor through the doorway. Cuffed and hooded she would go in her fearful state wherever he took her. The female guard waited the moment to press the button and close the door behind the small party. Cut off from the outside, the new guest would find a very different reality along these corridors.

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The female guard watched the figures travel the first corridor.
A click on the mouse and she could watch the progress down the second corridor. She never tired of seeing humans taken to their destiny. She gave a quiet laugh of approval of what was to befall Daria, something this skinny little victim fully deserved to her way of thinking. Each side of this corridor were huge sliding doors, behind which endless suffering and torture was carried out.
Daria followed her leader unwillingly but without a choice. Her bare feet pitter-pattered along the route.