That's right. The female doctor is in great danger of becoming sadistic.
Also, I don't understand why you didn't say that in the first picture. Also, you are free to complain to the admins.
Kind regards.
Artur.
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I know what 'gimp' stands for here, but I have to say some post gifs etc of just sex and gang bangs. I have also posted a figure not in peril ( however, it did get someone thinking what to do with her!). I appreciate the odd deviation and this deviation is brilliant. You always do good work.artur-ae wrote: ↑Fri Oct 15, 2021 7:49 am Man at Work.
After that I kicking the German unconscious with a really brutal kick in his balls, the guys hung him up by his balls. As soon as he woke up the guys beat him brutally with chains, batons and whips and elicited inhuman screams from him.
::Shit... Shit... I'm already getting all wet in the crotch... hopefully the guys don't see that... what are they supposed to think of such a horny doctor...::
"Hey you, with the whip... hit him hard in his balls! Let's see if he thereby gives a few louder and shriller screams from himself. Maybe even a little jerky rocking. The eggs are not yet really swollen and blue".
::Did I really say that now? I did not even know that I am such a horny and sadistic bitch.::
Note:
With this picture ends my trilogy of the German who got into the clutches of a South American military dictatorship in the seventies.
With this project I have entered new territory. Also in the execution of the text I have tried something. Thoughts I have marked so in the text ::thoughts:: I hope that has been recognized.
I hope you liked it a little bit. And also hope that I have not irritated you too much with the deviation from my usual pictures.
Many greetings.
Artur
Anyway the site could be 'Gimp' meaning 'Guys in merciless peril.' A little latitude for being able to see your evil creations.
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Interrogation of a subversive journalist.
A secretary of the esterian secret police is asked by her boss if she can file the files lying in the interrogation room. There would be an interrogation with a subversive journalist at the same time, but she should not be bothered by it and just do her job. However, under no circumstances should she pass on to others what is happening in the room. The secretary is thrilled by this sign of trust from the boss and immediately goes to work.
What the secretary does not know is that she is suspected of passing on internal company information. She is to be shown what can happen to her if she is caught.
In the room she finds a beautiful young woman tied to a wooden cross. stark naked. Trembling with fear.
:: Is this the bad, highly dangerous subversive... she could be my daughter... I better not talk to her and do my job... why is she naked...? ::
She goes to the office cabinet with the papers on it and starts filing.
-What none of her colleagues know, she is madly in love with the boss-.
The boss and his assistant enter the room. He explains to the assistant that he wants a comprehensive confession from the subversive within an hour. She is to make a confession today as an enemy spy on television. So there must be no traces of measures, which his questions. Not in the face, nor in the cleavage, as the journalist is known for her revealing clothes.
"Are you now ready to confess that you are a spy for democracy?"
The prisoner is defiantly silent.
The assistant takes a red-hot iron and sticks it in the victim's cunt.
Terrible, inhuman, never-ending screams find their way out of the mouth of the maltreated woman.
The secretary's thoughts are racing: :: This is terrible... the poor boss... such a fine man... what he has to listen to day in and day out from the bad subversive women... this screaming... can't they show some consideration... for the mind of such a sensitive man... ::
After a short pause, the assistant takes a new red-hot iron and sticks it deep into the journalist's asshole, laughing.
The screams that just sounded loud and panicked are now outdone in volume by shrill shrieks.
:: This is unbearable... this subversive should pull herself together a bit during the interrogation... I will make the boss a strong coffee when he is done with the interrogation... such a sensitive person... has to endure this inhuman screaming... but he asks his questions calmly and objectively... with his distinguished voice... there is no reason to scream... and this stench that comes out of the orifices of this horrible bitch... what kind of impression should this fine person get from us women... ::
The assistant pulls the iron out of the journalist's asshole.
The journalist screams with her voice rolling over: "I confess everything... everything... please no more iron... pleaseeee!!!! I will make a confession on TV!!! I'll say anything they want!!!"
In a calm voice, the boss says softly, "Ma'am... you should have said that earlier. We have known for a long time that you are a spy. Our doctors will prepare you for the confession. I assume that you will not retract your statement. I don't want to be subjected to such a conversation anymore."
The secretary melts with intense love for her boss. She is surprised that her crotch is slightly wet. She has not had this experience for a long time.
A secretary of the esterian secret police is asked by her boss if she can file the files lying in the interrogation room. There would be an interrogation with a subversive journalist at the same time, but she should not be bothered by it and just do her job. However, under no circumstances should she pass on to others what is happening in the room. The secretary is thrilled by this sign of trust from the boss and immediately goes to work.
What the secretary does not know is that she is suspected of passing on internal company information. She is to be shown what can happen to her if she is caught.
In the room she finds a beautiful young woman tied to a wooden cross. stark naked. Trembling with fear.
:: Is this the bad, highly dangerous subversive... she could be my daughter... I better not talk to her and do my job... why is she naked...? ::
She goes to the office cabinet with the papers on it and starts filing.
-What none of her colleagues know, she is madly in love with the boss-.
The boss and his assistant enter the room. He explains to the assistant that he wants a comprehensive confession from the subversive within an hour. She is to make a confession today as an enemy spy on television. So there must be no traces of measures, which his questions. Not in the face, nor in the cleavage, as the journalist is known for her revealing clothes.
"Are you now ready to confess that you are a spy for democracy?"
The prisoner is defiantly silent.
The assistant takes a red-hot iron and sticks it in the victim's cunt.
Terrible, inhuman, never-ending screams find their way out of the mouth of the maltreated woman.
The secretary's thoughts are racing: :: This is terrible... the poor boss... such a fine man... what he has to listen to day in and day out from the bad subversive women... this screaming... can't they show some consideration... for the mind of such a sensitive man... ::
After a short pause, the assistant takes a new red-hot iron and sticks it deep into the journalist's asshole, laughing.
The screams that just sounded loud and panicked are now outdone in volume by shrill shrieks.
:: This is unbearable... this subversive should pull herself together a bit during the interrogation... I will make the boss a strong coffee when he is done with the interrogation... such a sensitive person... has to endure this inhuman screaming... but he asks his questions calmly and objectively... with his distinguished voice... there is no reason to scream... and this stench that comes out of the orifices of this horrible bitch... what kind of impression should this fine person get from us women... ::
The assistant pulls the iron out of the journalist's asshole.
The journalist screams with her voice rolling over: "I confess everything... everything... please no more iron... pleaseeee!!!! I will make a confession on TV!!! I'll say anything they want!!!"
In a calm voice, the boss says softly, "Ma'am... you should have said that earlier. We have known for a long time that you are a spy. Our doctors will prepare you for the confession. I assume that you will not retract your statement. I don't want to be subjected to such a conversation anymore."
The secretary melts with intense love for her boss. She is surprised that her crotch is slightly wet. She has not had this experience for a long time.
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I spent hours yesterday going through unicode looking for a way to indicate "thought" only to discover you've already come up with something ::thought:: So I'm going adopt your method.
On an other subject: "Interrogation of a subversive journalist." Like the story, like the art.
On an other subject: "Interrogation of a subversive journalist." Like the story, like the art.
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This is not my invention. During a research on thought marking I found out that the SF writer John Scalzi did this for the first time in his novel "old man's war". As with you, further research was not successful.cluseb wrote: ↑Sat Oct 16, 2021 5:52 pm I spent hours yesterday going through unicode looking for a way to indicate "thought" only to discover you've already come up with something ::thought:: So I'm going adopt your method.
On an other subject: "Interrogation of a subversive journalist." Like the story, like the art.
Now I am curious and will read the book. I do like his way of marking thoughts though.
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Your method works quite well as far as I'm concerned.artur-ae wrote: ↑Sat Oct 16, 2021 6:34 pmThis is not my invention. During a research on thought marking I found out that the SF writer John Scalzi did this for the first time in his novel "old man's war". As with you, further research was not successful.cluseb wrote: ↑Sat Oct 16, 2021 5:52 pm I spent hours yesterday going through unicode looking for a way to indicate "thought" only to discover you've already come up with something ::thought:: So I'm going adopt your method.
On an other subject: "Interrogation of a subversive journalist." Like the story, like the art.
Now I am curious and will read the book. I do like his way of marking thoughts though.
Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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A female soldier of the US forces captured.
The pretty, tall US soldier missed the last flights from Kabul to America and has since been considered missing in action by the US Army.
Most recently, she had worked for an Army "Public Affairs Office" as a journalist in the Kabul area.
When she heard that there were no more U.S. troops in Afghanistan, she set off with her Afghan interpreter from Kabul to the Pakistani border. She was going to a US Army contact office in Islamabad. To disguise herself, she cut her hair very short and dyed it black. She wore a wide Bedouin coat with a hood over her uniform.
Shortly before reaching the Pakistani border, the interpreter who had faithfully accompanied her for months, drew the attention of a Taliban patrol. She was arrested and placed in a stuffy, foul-smelling jail cell. Her interpreter laughingly explained to her that he had been working as a spy for the Taliban for over 18 years and that she was now getting her just deserts.
Her clothes were brutally torn from her body. The left wrist was fastened to the cell ceiling, the right wrist was tied to the left feet ankle with a steel chain. Thus, completely naked, she stood unworthily shackled before the Taliban fighters.
Two foul-smelling sinister men. Silently, one of the men took a red-hot knife, from the fire cauldron located in the room, and cut deeply into her left breast. She couldn't suppress her pain and screamed out the terrible pain in a voice that rolled over.
Laughing, the other Taliban asked the interpreter looking through the cell window from outside, "What did the dirty soldier whore say?"
The interpreter mimicked a goat and bleated, "Aaaiii... aaaiiihhh... aaaiiigraghh...!!!"
The pretty, tall US soldier missed the last flights from Kabul to America and has since been considered missing in action by the US Army.
Most recently, she had worked for an Army "Public Affairs Office" as a journalist in the Kabul area.
When she heard that there were no more U.S. troops in Afghanistan, she set off with her Afghan interpreter from Kabul to the Pakistani border. She was going to a US Army contact office in Islamabad. To disguise herself, she cut her hair very short and dyed it black. She wore a wide Bedouin coat with a hood over her uniform.
Shortly before reaching the Pakistani border, the interpreter who had faithfully accompanied her for months, drew the attention of a Taliban patrol. She was arrested and placed in a stuffy, foul-smelling jail cell. Her interpreter laughingly explained to her that he had been working as a spy for the Taliban for over 18 years and that she was now getting her just deserts.
Her clothes were brutally torn from her body. The left wrist was fastened to the cell ceiling, the right wrist was tied to the left feet ankle with a steel chain. Thus, completely naked, she stood unworthily shackled before the Taliban fighters.
Two foul-smelling sinister men. Silently, one of the men took a red-hot knife, from the fire cauldron located in the room, and cut deeply into her left breast. She couldn't suppress her pain and screamed out the terrible pain in a voice that rolled over.
Laughing, the other Taliban asked the interpreter looking through the cell window from outside, "What did the dirty soldier whore say?"
The interpreter mimicked a goat and bleated, "Aaaiii... aaaiiihhh... aaaiiigraghh...!!!"
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