all my own work

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Daria is yanked from her course toward a vacant 'interview room'.

The female guard watches on screen, laughing in a deep sinister way as she knows what fate awaits this victim.

Calling it an 'interview room' is far from what is usually so. Two more guards are ready to start working on Daria. They have a special chair waiting for her.

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She is soon to be seated and interviewed.

The room is large enough to house different means of persuasion. That water tank is not for her, but many items on the table will be used on her. Only when she is secured will the hood be taken off and she will meet her torturers and understand her fate.

Whilst Daria is prepared, a new reception guard has arrived for her shift. She likes the jewellery collected from Daria.

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The guard is happy with her new trinkets as the other leaves with a sack. She says 'You have all that jewellery. I have enough for the moment. I'll take the clothes and shoes to the incinerator on my way out. They're too small for us.' Daria will not be getting her possessions back.

Before Daria's arrival there was a death in one of the 'interview rooms'. A gang had crossed from a neighbouring country and was trying to sell cocaine. The dictatorship were not going to allow them to do that. Illegal drugs were only sold by approved agents who gave the government a cut of the profits. Nobody was going to muscle in on the state sponsored system. They had picked up two members of the gang. It was obvious the man was not going to talk but the woman was a different matter. She had to sit, naked and cuffed as the man was slowly tortured to death. The guards made it clear to her that she would be getting the same if she did not tell all she knew. She never stopped talking, sometimes having to shout to make herself heard above the grizzly screams of her gang boss. When the party was over they made her push the trolley with the dead man on, along the corridors to the furnace room where bodies were disposed of.

The task completed it was time for her to have a rest in one of the many cells. None of the cells were very roomy whilst some were extremely small suggesting little room for any occupant.

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Even though she was quite short, she still had to bend down to get into her alloted cell. She turned and the guard, generously, removed the handcuffs.

As the guard began to close the door, she pleaded with him to give her a drink. The terrifying sight of watching the man tortured for hours had left her feeling raspingly dry.
'You'll get plenty of fluids when I come back.' he said. 'You'll be entertaining us gulping down water while you struggle to breathe.'

Returning to Daria, she has been restrained on the metal chair. The man in the suit has removed her hood and cuffs as he needs them for the next pick-up. 'Make it easier on yourself and tell us everything.'

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As the suit leaves, one of her tormentors takes hold of the metal sheet she is sitting on.

He pulls it out from under her.

The door slowly glides to its closed position. She shivers in fear. That is all she can do, fixed so uncomfortably and securely. They will be making her stay more agonising by the moment.

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The tools of their trade are ready. She feels something pressing hard against her sex lips. She is terrified but helpless to stop what is happening.

A huge metal phallus is forced into her slim vagina. The hexagonal shape has plenty of edges to tear at her soft juicy internal flesh.

She screams in agony at the violent intrusion.... the first of many screams she will be forced into.

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The tools of their trade are ready. She feels something pressing hard against her sex lips. She is terrified but helpless to stop what is happening.

A huge metal phallus is forced into her slim vagina. The hexagonal shape has plenty of edges to tear at her soft juicy internal flesh.

She screams in agony at the violent intrusion.... the first of many screams she will be forced into.

This Gimp looks familiar.

http://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/downloa ... &mode=view

[moss]

The tools of their trade are ready. She feels something pressing hard against her sex lips. She is terrified but helpless to stop what is happening.

A huge metal phallus is forced into her slim vagina. The hexagonal shape has plenty of edges to tear at her soft juicy internal flesh.

She screams in agony at the violent intrusion.... the first of many screams she will be forced into.

This Gimp looks familiar.

http://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/downloa ... &mode=view

It's a bit of a rerun with some different views and other parts of the story included. Did I use her in some other story? If so, she has made a remarkable recovery.

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Her scream of agony went on and on as the guard twisted the intruding metal object to help him get it as far as possible, tearing her delicate internal tissues.

At last. He locked the phallus in place, some of her body weight taken by the cervix entrance. Daria felt sick with the continuing grip of pain. Every slight movement or contraction hurt like hell. The guards were satisfied with a good job... so far.

The guard behind her grabbed a handful of hair, yanking her head back

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Two metal arms swivelled down each side of her face and a cross piece slid onto them.

The cross piece (coated with hard rubber) was pushed down between her lips then down between her teeth as far as it would go.

The nuts were tightened locking her head back and immovable.