Totally hot. Not only in the girl, who is perfect, but in the implied peril, which the viewer can make anything he/she wants... the scene is entirely open ended. And... the girl is hot.
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I want to be that girl with the most cake.
"You are just obnoxious!!!"
Those were the words my boss yelled at me. He's right. I can't complain about him and other colleagues. He is a good boss. It's up to me.
I had last met a former classmate. The top of the class. She was the girl with the most cake. Standing confidently in front of me, she smiled at me "How small the world is, now you work for an enforcement agency in this intolerable dictatorship. You were nothing...you will never be anything...you are a failure!" When she left, I was sure she had forgotten me, a nothing like I am.
My little self-confidence continued to shrink in on itself. Afterwards, I went to the office with tears in my eyes. A nice colleague asked me what was wrong. With him I cried about the nasty former classmate.
I am a secretary in a special investigation group. We are subordinate to the Ministry of the Interior. I have a very high level of secrecy. But I never get to hear internal details from the interrogation rooms. Many people say behind closed doors that confessions are extorted by torture in our agency. I have never thought about that. Well... our interrogation rooms are absolutely soundproof. You never know.
"We're going to change that! You're coming with me right now!"
With my heart pounding, I followed the boss. I was afraid I was going to be fired. We went into the new interrogation center, not yet completed.
I could hardly believe what I saw in the huge hall. A completely naked woman, with her arms tied high above her head. Her legs were spread and fixed to small metal posts.
My hated classmate...class leader...the one with the most cake....
Boss handed me a bullwhip. "Here...I know you can handle this. I saw you at a rodeo in a skill test...you were the best."
He pointed at the woman smirking condescendingly at me. "She's a dangerous subversive. One who incites our youth. Give her a good spanking. Let her always remember us!"
I unrolled the whip...a wonderful piece of hard, braided leather. It felt good in my hand. Tentatively, I delivered a few strokes in the direction of the woman. You have to do a few practice strokes with a strange whip first.
"I knew you were too stupid for that too. You were nothing...you'll never be anything...you're a failure!"
That's when a barrier broke inside me. Skilfully and very hard I hit the woman I hated. Until she only screamed in the shrillest tones and whimpered for mercy. She is so cramped in her pain that her feet are already no longer on the floor.
With each lash I shouted:
"You! Were! The! Girl! With! The! Most! Cake!
And! Now! You! Will! Ache! Like! I Ache!
After that, I paused for a bit and furtively looked at the men's reactions. My boss looked at me in amazement. My colleague was just too excited. He was really cheering me on.
Grinning, I raised the whip and struck the grand finale.
I'm! The! Girl! With! The! Most! Cake!
Note:
I used a few lines from the song "Doll Parts" by Hole. Slightly changed, sometimes unchanged. A great song.
"You are just obnoxious!!!"
Those were the words my boss yelled at me. He's right. I can't complain about him and other colleagues. He is a good boss. It's up to me.
I had last met a former classmate. The top of the class. She was the girl with the most cake. Standing confidently in front of me, she smiled at me "How small the world is, now you work for an enforcement agency in this intolerable dictatorship. You were nothing...you will never be anything...you are a failure!" When she left, I was sure she had forgotten me, a nothing like I am.
My little self-confidence continued to shrink in on itself. Afterwards, I went to the office with tears in my eyes. A nice colleague asked me what was wrong. With him I cried about the nasty former classmate.
I am a secretary in a special investigation group. We are subordinate to the Ministry of the Interior. I have a very high level of secrecy. But I never get to hear internal details from the interrogation rooms. Many people say behind closed doors that confessions are extorted by torture in our agency. I have never thought about that. Well... our interrogation rooms are absolutely soundproof. You never know.
"We're going to change that! You're coming with me right now!"
With my heart pounding, I followed the boss. I was afraid I was going to be fired. We went into the new interrogation center, not yet completed.
I could hardly believe what I saw in the huge hall. A completely naked woman, with her arms tied high above her head. Her legs were spread and fixed to small metal posts.
My hated classmate...class leader...the one with the most cake....
Boss handed me a bullwhip. "Here...I know you can handle this. I saw you at a rodeo in a skill test...you were the best."
He pointed at the woman smirking condescendingly at me. "She's a dangerous subversive. One who incites our youth. Give her a good spanking. Let her always remember us!"
I unrolled the whip...a wonderful piece of hard, braided leather. It felt good in my hand. Tentatively, I delivered a few strokes in the direction of the woman. You have to do a few practice strokes with a strange whip first.
"I knew you were too stupid for that too. You were nothing...you'll never be anything...you're a failure!"
That's when a barrier broke inside me. Skilfully and very hard I hit the woman I hated. Until she only screamed in the shrillest tones and whimpered for mercy. She is so cramped in her pain that her feet are already no longer on the floor.
With each lash I shouted:
"You! Were! The! Girl! With! The! Most! Cake!
And! Now! You! Will! Ache! Like! I Ache!
After that, I paused for a bit and furtively looked at the men's reactions. My boss looked at me in amazement. My colleague was just too excited. He was really cheering me on.
Grinning, I raised the whip and struck the grand finale.
I'm! The! Girl! With! The! Most! Cake!
Note:
I used a few lines from the song "Doll Parts" by Hole. Slightly changed, sometimes unchanged. A great song.
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I love it. A great piece of art, and a great little story to go with it. Let's hope Cake Girl gets a promotion to Interrogations now. 
Thanks for sharing Artur.
Thanks for sharing Artur.
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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A beautiful piece of work. I really enjoy the ordinary girl with not so perfect breasts for a change.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for sharing.
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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War Reporter
"Oh I forgot...you are a war reporter. Then you are well informed. So tell me where the troops are hiding."
"Give her a few seconds maximum volts."
"Maybe she'll want tell us something afterwards."
"Oh I forgot...you are a war reporter. Then you are well informed. So tell me where the troops are hiding."
"Give her a few seconds maximum volts."
"Maybe she'll want tell us something afterwards."
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Magnificent. The muscle and vein detail really adds to the look of a very stressed and suffering victim. A truly great piece of art, and thank you for sharing.
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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download/file.php?id=13701&t=1 Excellent. As usual, you render the facial expressions very well.
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