Cop, Spy, Military GIMPS

[MattWiser]

The rope torture was a version of strappado: the victim had their hands tied behind their back at the wrists, and then the ropes on the elbows, so tight the elbows touched. The subject was usually sitting with legs either bound or in leg irons, and the guard would raise the arms, forcing the head between the legs and producing incredible pain in the arms and shoulders. Some guys were in the ropes for hours. Some were in the ropes for up to 15 minutes, but the NVN made up for that by using other methods (beatings, forced kneelings, etc.) in between sessions in the ropes. NOBODY that the former POWs are aware of beat the ropes. If you weren't put in them straight off, that was the method that got you to talk-or agree to a "confession", anti-war statement, apology for breaking prison regs, or whatever.

[MattWiser]

Here's a illustration of the rope torture by CAPT Mike McGrath, USN (ret.): He was a POW in Hanoi for nearly six years, and went through the rope torture on several occasions. Doubly painful as he had a dislocated shoulder and a broken arm after his shoot-down.

[klingsor]

(Mainstream) Torture and interrogation of female spies, cops, and soldiers is my absolute favorite topic. Here some examples.

[MAV]

Love this topic of course. Must contribute some of my cutscenes posts/favorite scenes' screencaps

[klingsor]

Love this topic of course. Must contribute some of my cutscenes posts/favorite scenes' screencaps

OH YES, I know them all and I like them!

[bakerboy]

Nazis ?

[Navyrotor]

Special Agent Heather Brandt had walked into a trap. Her arch-nemesis waved the Barretta at her and gestured to the array of thugs that now surrounded them - all armed with assault weapons. Heather dropped her sidearm in the grass and slowly raised her hands.

They were on her quickly, cuffing her and dragging her to the bunker on the remote tropical island. The rest of the agents had been killed - but Heather was asked for specifically by Marco - the sadistic head of the organized crime organization they had been tracking.

Then it was a long elevator ride down, and a forced trek down a cement passageway to her new home. A large steel door creaked open and a rifle butt to her upper back knocked the FBI agent into the brightly lit room. She hit hard on the white floor, her wrists still cuffed tightly behind her. Wasting no time, two men dragged her up and forced her into the steel chair in the middle of the room, clamping her in. The restraints clanked sharply in the cold, antiseptic room, and she struggled furiously, checking the heavy metal that held her.

A large, hulking man strode through the door as the others exited… as she recognized him, a shudder of pure terror passed over the young, helpless agent. This was the infamous Marco, who delighted, she knew, in torturing women for pleasure. That she was FBI would make it worse, she was certain. He stroked a single finger over her badge at her hip with a faint smile before holding her chin tenderly.

“What do you know, Agent Brandt? What do you know?”. Her arrogant glare pleased him greatly as he became aroused. “I’ll tell you what I know… Heather… I know that your sister Hannah is on her way to join us. I hear that you two are close. That’s nice.”

Heather’s first interrogation session was about to begin.

[wulf]

I do hope she holds out a long time.
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[Navyrotor]

My favorite type of GIMP. Here’s what I would do to each of them, for the perfect scene:

- Strip her, but I’d keep the gunbelt and boots on (kind of a thing for me)

- Take off the badge and jam the pin into a breast to begin the torture (also kind of a thing for me)

- Use her own cuffs on her - and of course her own stun gun

- Use her pistol as a probe for all of her orifices

- Tie her arms-overhead initially; followed by spread-eagle on a parilla

- Ask her to talk, divulge secrets, etc. - but waste no time getting impatient and starting to torture for torture’s sake. The best signal for that is a huge penis gag, inserted deep and buckled harshly and tightly behind her head

- Take her, repeatedly, making sure that each thrust is matched by a jolt of electricity. I’ve done this with a TAZapper while she’s strapped down at waist level: one hand on a hip, the other holding the zapper; thrust as you shock a nipple or an inner thigh

- Use another great technique with the TAZapper: press the button and drag it across bare skin - preferably a taut, sweating midriff. It feels like you’re being cut open (I know - it’s been done to me, and it’s horrific)

- If I’ve got a free hand, also work on slapping her face and pulling her hair

- Finish by going to the of her face and using the full stun gun on her midsection as you spurt over her pretty, suffering face

[castgirl0814]

Officer Kelli West had gone undercover to investigate a New York City white slavery ring. Her disguise as a high-priced call girl had gone well initially, as the ring leader was partial to tall, fit brunettes.

Now, after her partner had betrayed her, Kelli found herself tied spread-eagle in a dank basement, deep beneath the city. No one knew her whereabouts, and her fate was to be a brutal descent into a maelstrom of pain and suffering, the likes of which she could never have imagined.

The room’s heat lamps had been directed on her for two hours, and her young, taut body was dripping with perspiration. As the door creaked slowly open, she saw him approach with a hot, steaming branding iron, and gasped with sudden fear. Going behind her, he held her hips and pulled her ass on to his throbbing cock and jerked her head back to cover her panting mouth with his. Then, as he thrust up into her, he simultaneously pushed the brand into the skin just above her pussy mound. Kelli uttered a guttural scream into his mouth as he continued to fuck the young cop, her wrists and ankles jerking at their bonds. The smell of burnt skin mixed with her perfume and perspiration as the ring leader came deep inside of her.

Kelli’s interrogation had begun.

it has always been my favorite scene, the kind of self-sacrifice, from confidence to helplessness