Short Visual and Written Fiction by sad-g

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"Isabelle, part 1"

Isabelle, a 24-year-old girl with a vibrant spirit, had experienced a whirlwind romance with Omar that ended abruptly a few months ago. Their love story had been brief, but it left a lasting impact on both of them.
Omar, a progressive-minded African student studying in the enchanting city of Paris, had initially charmed Isabelle with his eloquent words and open-minded views. The multicultural atmosphere of the city seemed to have a positive influence on their relationship, fostering an environment where they could explore their differences and learn from each other.

However, as time passed, their connection began to unravel. He insisted on her dressing more modestly. Omar's demands extended to her social life, as he forbade her from meeting other men unless he was present.

Isabelle, recognizing the toxic turn their relationship had taken, decided she could no longer endure such oppressive behavior. In an act of self-respect and empowerment, she made the difficult choice to break ties with Omar for good.

She didn't let him into her home, where they had made love so many times, and instead, she arranged to meet him at a café to explain that their relationship was over for good. It was an emotional breakup; Isabelle cried a few times.

As time passed, Omar returned to his homeland, a land gripped by the clutches of a corrupt dictatorship in Central Africa. Isabelle, residing miles away, found herself entangled in an unexpected and emotionally challenging situation.

One day, against her better judgment, Isabelle allowed Omar to speak to her on Skype. In the virtual space, he poured his heart out, confessing that life without her seemed unbearable. Despite the emotional turmoil, Isabelle, known for her kindness and empathy, gently conveyed that their paths had irrevocably diverged. She emphasized that she cherished their bond as friends but recognized the need for a definitive separation.

Omar's desperation escalated, and he became increasingly insistent. In a distressing revelation, he confided in Isabelle about a nightmarish event – a harrowing suicide attempt that had been thwarted at the eleventh hour.

Touched by concern for his well-being, Isabelle faced a dilemma. Her compassionate soul urged her to extend a helping hand to a person in need, even if that person had been a significant part of her past. Despite the complexities, Isabelle resolved to travel to Omar's distant and troubled homeland, not with the intention of reigniting a romantic flame but to provide the psychological support he so desperately required.


Isabelle's plane touched down on the African soil, and as she walked through the airport, a mixture of excitement and apprehension filled her. Omar stood patiently near the exit, ready to welcome her into the country he had returned.

Spotting her, Omar smiled warmly, his demeanor belying the dark intentions that lurked beneath the surface. The two exchanged greetings, and with a gesture of hospitality, Omar led Isabelle to his father's worn-out car waiting outside.

As they approached the airport parking lot, the atmosphere took an unsettling turn. A group of men cast lingering and peculiar glances in Isabel's direction. One of them couldn't resist making a comment to Omar, "Young man, what a beautiful white chick you've got with you." He said it in French so that she could understand.

Uncomfortable with the attention, Isabelle forced a smile, oblivious to the ominous undertones.

Looking for a job, he had become a police officer in his country and harbored a deep-seated resentment for Isabelle's rejection. The suicide attempt was a lie and an attempt to manipulate the good-natured girl. His plan, unbeknownst to her, was to exact revenge.

As they drove away from the airport, Omar's car didn't head towards the warmth of his family's home but rather took a detour to the police station. The façade of hospitality quickly crumbled, revealing Omar's true intentions. Instead of a loving reunion, Isabelle found herself in an interrogation room, accused of a fabricated crime—transporting drugs in her suitcase.

"I am a citizen of the European Union, my embassy will be informed"
"We know, but no one will know that you are here, only the colleagues here who have some giant erections"
"Omar, I came here because I respected you as a person who passed in my life"
"White bitch, these philosophical and social words don't have a value here, anyway I wanted to torture you badly, I'm bored of fucking without torture, but in France I couldn't do it to you"

In a twisted turn of events, the police, driven by Omar's vengeful agenda, subjected Isabel to torture and suffering. Omar, now an active participant in the interrogation, confronted her with a mix of anger and betrayal. The once-familiar face now wore the mask of someone unrecognizable, consumed by a desire for brutal revenge.

Things took a very bad turn for Isabelle. Everyone beats her all over the body and the insults they say to her are indescribable. "I've always wanted to torture French women, I really like them," said an elderly officer. Omar masturbates all the time sitting on a chair next to her and listening to her screams. (to be continued, AI pics again!)

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"Isabelle, part 2-last"

"It really is a problem that you are a citizen of a European country, white baby." "Already the consul is asking for information, and your mom from Paris is calling all the time. But the matter will be resolved very simply. We say we have no evidence of where you went after your arrival at the airport (eventually we will not use the fake accusation that drugs were found in your suitcase), we also destroyed the footage from the security cameras ". "So unfortunately you won't make it out of the police station alive, but until you die we'll all enjoy you."

After beating her very badly in the first hour of the arrest, they laid her down with her hands and feet tied on an iron bed and were gang-raped by 2 men in a row, from the front. Isabelle was petite and had a tight vagina, and the torture of being fucked by oversized cocks was unbearable, tearing her in two. However, the miracle was that she hadn't bled too much.

The first to satisfy the sick instincts in her body was a tall young officer who spoke only the local language, yet Isabelle naturally understood that he was saying horrible things to her. When he ejaculated, he bit her with hate on her left breast. The disgust the girl felt was stronger than the pain.

The second was an officer in his 50s, bald and very fat, who spoke French. He tormented her for a long time, taking his penis out of her from time to time and enjoying falling on her with all his weight. The girl couldn't breathe, she barely weighed 50kg (110 lbs), the hideous man must have been over 120kg (270 lbs). "This is my first time fucking a white woman and what a beautiful piece I got, man" "I hope you don't destroy her, I want to fuck her every day while she's here until we execute her”.

"Men who rape tied up women are not men," Isabel yelled. As long as the rape lasted, her ex, Omar, had masturbated on top of her several times, and smeared her face with his cum.

Isabelle was held in police custody for ten days. They couldn't keep her any longer because the French diplomatic services had already been mobilized, and a group of researchers had arrived in the African country to find traces of her.

On the tenth day of her detention, Omar took it upon herself to take her to the underground garage of the police station and executed her with a bullet to the head. They carried and buried her tortured body in a desolate location in the jungle. Isabelle's last words were "I was brutally tortured because I have a good soul and I cared about you”.


Τhree years have passed and the search for her has faded. It is believed that Isabelle was kidnapped by promoters and works in a luxury brothel in another African country, where she is enjoyed by men of the local upper class.

In the ten days that the girl suffered at their hands, the ingenuity in the tortures they inflicted on her was incredible. Her body became unrecognizable and often her ex-boyfriend Omar made the sick joke seeing her full of wounds, "now you are black-skinned like us and a little red, but the red will become also black when the blood dries". Isabelle whispered "The only thing I wasn't was a racist. I also had an affair with you without any qualms. I loved you. It's not possible that what you organized just happened because I, as a free woman, wanted to break up with you one day. What a beast was hidden inside your sick soul."

Those who fucked her during her detention remember her with sighs of pleasure. And there were not a few. The sickest of the rapists orgasmed more when Isabel became a human rag from the physical torture and spilled more sperm when they raped her in this state, more than at the beginning when they had still beaten her only a little...

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"Carolina and Tamara"

The brief student protest in the state of Santa Marina, governed by a military junta, was violently suppressed. The army entered the university occupied by the students, unleashing an incredible amount of violence on the young people who had simply demanded democracy. A few male and female students managed to escape through the main gate after the invasion, but all surrounding roads were filled with police and military, and their arrest was a matter of minutes.

Let's now delve into the individual story of Carolina and Tamara, both 23 years old and studying music. They were not only dedicated students but also a committed lesbian couple deeply entwined in the struggle for democracy.

As the police and soldiers closed in on them, Carolina and Tamara found themselves encircled. In a daring act of defiance, they shared a passionate kiss, fully aware that within seconds, they would be arrested and likely subjected to inhumane torture at the police headquarters.

The intensity of their tongue kiss was not just an expression of love but a bold statement against the injustice and discrimination they were about to face. The authorities closed in, motivated by a mix of animosity and brutality, exacerbated by the couple's sexual orientation. (AI generated pic)


In the special department, they tortured them in every possible way, always together. Always for one to listen to the other, always for one to witness what terrible is happening to the other. Needless to say, with their backward mindset, the interrogators believed that the homosexuality of the two girls could be 'corrected' through forced penetration by men.

So they reserved more special treatment for the two girls. While almost all of the arrested female students, as an addition to the torture sessions were being routinely raped by all the cops on duty, Carolina and Tamara were being raped also by Ramirez, a sadistic wrestler, huge and with an incredibly large penis, oversized penis from anabolic steroids.

Here Tamara is forced to give a blowjob to a low-ranking officer who tells her to "look at me, bitch". When Ramirez raped her, things were more nightmarish.

After one month of detention, they were brought to an emergency court to be judged for resistance against the government. Trials for the other detainees were ongoing, and most were being sentenced 10 to 12 years of imprisonment, except for the five instigating students of the revolt, whose sentences reached up to 25 years. The two girls were also charged with public display of homosexuality for that kiss, and as a result, both were sentenced to 23 years in prison.

Carolina and Tamara were specifically led to an annex of male prisons with criminal inmates convicted of felonies such as robberies, murders, etc., with whom they would have contact in the courtyard, the corridors, and in the restaurant. This treatment was a special punishment for women, applied very rarely and only to hardened female prisoners, not to educated young girls with simple social idealism. Of course, the girls will go through a lot in there, and the guards will probably just join the party.

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"Mother and daughters"

We will witness three women who were arrested today by the military dictatorship of San Rosario for the formation of a terrorist organization. The raid took place after information from a neighbor at 5 in the morning at the home of Juana K, a 50-year-old psychologist, divorced. Along with her, her two daughters, Carla, 22 years old, and Christina, 20 years old, both students, who were also sleeping in the house, were arrested. Approximately 150 revolutionary proclamations of an unknown organization were found printed in two boxes, as well as government-prohibited classical anarchist books on the library shelves. Currently, the computers of the women are being investigated. The apartment was thoroughly searched without finding any other type of illegal material.

It all started with a tip from a concerned neighbor. Under the cover of dawn, armed forces stormed Juana's home. The once-unassuming psychologist, her studious daughters, and the seemingly ordinary home now stood at the center of a storm, entangled in the complex web of political unrest and accusations.

The arrest was not just a matter of law enforcement; it became a brutal spectacle. As the women were arrested, the authorities subjected them to severe beatings, leaving visible marks of violence etched on their bodies. The message was clear – dissent would not be tolerated, and those who dared to challenge the status quo would face dire consequences.


Within hours, the battered faces of Juana, Carla, and Christina were broadcasted on national news. The images sent shockwaves through the community, sparking a mixture of fear, disbelief, and outrage.

The news anchor, with a solemn tone, painted the women as a threat to national security, appealing to the public for information about their alleged activities.

Juana (50). The practice of presenting semi-naked detainees with signs of abuse had become disturbingly common in San Rosario. It served as a stark warning to anyone contemplating resistance – a grim reminder that the consequences of defiance were not limited to legal repercussions but extended to physical torment and public humiliation.

The 22-year-old Carla, when they showed her on the broadcast, managed to say, "They raped my mother in our home before bringing us here." At that moment, hands appeared in the studio, grabbing her by the hair, and the broadcast of her case stopped. Everyone can imagine what the police are doing to the girl now.

The 20-year-old Christina managed to say, "I will confess whatever they want of me; my friends need to know that my confession will be a result of torture. We are all innocent."

Several hours have passed since the arrest, and the television presentation has concluded. They have taken the mother and her daughters back to the National Security department, where they subject them to dreadful things to make them confess what they know and to potentially betray any collaborators in their alleged terrorist activities. As the night wore on, the fate of these women remained uncertain.

Information has leaked, likely from the building's cafeteria manager, indicating that they are treating the 50-year-old with incredible cruelty. Meanwhile, the girls are currently undergoing less intense torture but are still subjected to cruel methods on their young bodies and forced to hear the screams of Juana.

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That sounds like the beginning of an intriguing story with a redhead milf and blonde&brunette daughters. I am about to decide to post a part 2, to have the opportunity to further develop the interrogation.

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"Juanita"

Three image versions of an AI babe I created (or AI image created).

Every night at 8 am, San Rosario's junta shows on the news a different arrested terrorist with a swollen face as an example to the population.

More interest among viewers arises when they show girls. Many married men secretly satisfy themselves in their bathrooms when they see them. When they showed Juanita abused, with bleeding lips and with blackened eyes, the studio was flooded with phone calls asking "to show the babe again".

The girl had been arrested a few days ago, and in the apartment she was renting, a small arsenal was found with materials for preparing explosives and grenades.

"She wanted to kill our president and our ministers. Anyone who has additional information about her actions should come to the police office to testify. Anonymity is guaranteed," said the announcer.

In reality, Juanita (20) was completely innocent. While she was opposed to the junta, she had never expressed it, nor did she manufacture explosives.

She had come from the province to work as a hairdresser, and her landlord, a 67-year-old retired police officer, had made romantic advances. The girl initially rejected them politely, but when he persisted, she found his lewd comments offensive, saying, 'You have one foot in the grave and still want a young girl, fuck off".

And so, the landlord, along with his old colleagues, fabricated the charges and evidence for alleged explosives to seek revenge on her. He actively participates in the interrogations and, of course, sexually exploits her in every way possible in her cell, along with everyone else (even with the female cops of the building). When the daily brutal interrogations are over, they gang rape the "enemy of the state" little girl in the cell; she doesn't have a moment of peace.

She can't bear to engage with everyone who approaches her, but she gathers strength on her tortured body and soul, spitting at her ex-landlord every time he cums inside her.

The charges against Juanita are very serious, and it is considered certain that her sentence will range from 30 to 40 years.

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"Corina"

Corina epitomized beauty, modernity, and progressiveness at the age of 45. A skilled chemist, she dedicated her days to working in a pharmaceutical company, navigating the complexities of science. Married to Xavier, who was 15 years her senior.

When the dreadful military junta took over in San Rosario, she fell into depression. The news of barbaric violations of human rights, the torture inflicted upon detainees, and the draconian prison sentences imposed on dissenters left her in a state of deep despair. Corina, despite her desire to make a difference, found herself powerless. With no affiliations to political organizations, she struggled to find a way to contribute to the fight against the oppressive regime.

Xavier, on the contrary, welcomed the military's intervention, saying, "Finally, the colonels are bringing order to the chaos." He didn't hesitate to make crude comments, "Let the police fuck all the anarchist bitches they caught."

Corina despised him. They had been married for 20 years, and they had a son studying abroad. Her husband understood her aversion to him, even though they engaged in sporadic lovemaking.

Once, when Xavier said again, "I hope they rape brutally all those student girls they're arresting," Corina responded, "You disgust me, you fascist jerk. Tomorrow, I'm packing my things and going to my mother's. Don't you dare come near there."
And she continued: “For all these years, you didn't even know how to fuck me. Now, every time we have sex, I have to go to the bathroom and vomit afterward. Dirty bastard”

The next day when Corina was supposed to gather her things never came. At 9 in the evening, the single-story house was surrounded by military jeeps, and armed special police forces, as agile as lobsters, entered through the door and arrested Corina, not forgetting to beat her severely.

The woman understood: her husband resigned recently from the office, he became a disguised collaborator of the junta, and he had betrayed her for revenge. Corina had nothing to substantiate a substitute charge against her, but that was a detail; they would make her sign a fabricated accusation after torture.

Interrogations began immediately, and needless to say, Xavier was actively involved.

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Through the window of her cell where Corina was restrained in a wooden device she saw the sun rising. At that moment, her husband entered, he was smoking and holding a bottle of whisky. His breath stank, he forced open her mouth, and violently kissed her on the tongue. He started to leave, but changed his mind at the last moment. He opened her mouth again and extinguished his cigarette on the roof of her mouth. The screams of the woman filled the corridors. It wasn't the worst thing they would do to her, but if they took her for interrogation at that moment, she would sign everything. However, Xavier left.
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Corina's spirit remained unbroken in the first hours, a testament to the strength that can emerge even in the darkest corners of human suffering. She cursed her tormentors, calling them perverted and sexually deprived. She believed that her body would endure, and she wouldn't confess to what they were asking, as that would mean a lengthy imprisonment. She hadn't realized that everyone confesses, whether it's truth or lies. Silly woman.
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The electric shocks were absolute agony. She had already signed whatever they demanded, but such a "gift" that she had stumbled upon in the special service wouldn't be left with just a day of torture (Corina signed within 24 hours). Each time they released her from the chair, they would lay her on the floor, semi-conscious, and sexually violated her, with her husband Xavier leading the way, the same husband that Corina had insulted for "not knowing how to fuck her."

Note: Encouraging or even critical comments about my short stories are welcome.

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I can tell by the file names format that you used tensor.art for this last post. I'd be curious what the prompt was for the electric chair images

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I can tell by the file names format that you used tensor.art for this last post. I'd be curious what the prompt was for the electric chair images

prompt:
45 years-old, woman, pale skin, sitting on electric chair, brown hair, from front, electric shocks, naked, shaved cunt, abused in detain, pain, prison, nose bleeding, sobbing, trembling, electrode inserted in vagina ,realistic,Masterpiece,photorealistic,character

negative:EasyNegative,ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, extra limbs, disfigured, deformed, body out of frame, blurry, bad anatomy, blurred, watermark, grainy, signature, cut off, draft

Delicious XL and EpicBabes
sampling steps 29, CFG Scale 12

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