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Having watched the torrid treatment of her friend, Daria now faced a new threat bearing down on her mouth. She had not told them enough for their liking. They wanted more.
Despite her efforts, the gag made its way into her little mouth. It took some work to get it beyond her teeth but the guard would not be denied his pleasure.
Her torturer took hold of the small red handle. He had an evil grin on his face.
Despite her efforts, the gag made its way into her little mouth. It took some work to get it beyond her teeth but the guard would not be denied his pleasure.
Her torturer took hold of the small red handle. He had an evil grin on his face.
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The handle began to turn, opening the rough metal ball inside her mouth.
It continued to turn. She could not resist the force imposed on her jaw. The guard opened it until he could hear a soft grating noise, signalling her jaw was close to dislocation. He grinned even more.
At first, as the ball began to expand, her eyes had nearly popped out of her head in panic. When her gaping mouth could go no further, her eyes rolled upward with the agony. The guard flicked the frame down level with her mouth.
It continued to turn. She could not resist the force imposed on her jaw. The guard opened it until he could hear a soft grating noise, signalling her jaw was close to dislocation. He grinned even more.
At first, as the ball began to expand, her eyes had nearly popped out of her head in panic. When her gaping mouth could go no further, her eyes rolled upward with the agony. The guard flicked the frame down level with her mouth.
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The cross bar slid onto the two metal bars and rested against the handle of the torture ball. A powerful hand came to rest on top of that cross bar.
He pushed downwards as hard as he could, forcing the ball deeper into her mouth and the protrusion to the back of her throat. The effect had forced her mouth open that little bit more and on the very edge of dislocation. The protrusion all but sealed her throat. She tried hard but in futility to gulp it down. Her gag reflex was driving her insane. The pain in her jaw was unbearable... but she would have to bear it all.
There she sat. Fixed and in agony. She had thought the way she had been fixed to the chair was more than she could stand, but she had taken a beating and stood that. This was even worse yet she could not escape the unending agony. Desperate small intakes of air gave notice of her plight as it made a fast, soft gasping sound edging around the protrusion filling her throat. Yes. There was more to come for Daria.
He pushed downwards as hard as he could, forcing the ball deeper into her mouth and the protrusion to the back of her throat. The effect had forced her mouth open that little bit more and on the very edge of dislocation. The protrusion all but sealed her throat. She tried hard but in futility to gulp it down. Her gag reflex was driving her insane. The pain in her jaw was unbearable... but she would have to bear it all.
There she sat. Fixed and in agony. She had thought the way she had been fixed to the chair was more than she could stand, but she had taken a beating and stood that. This was even worse yet she could not escape the unending agony. Desperate small intakes of air gave notice of her plight as it made a fast, soft gasping sound edging around the protrusion filling her throat. Yes. There was more to come for Daria.
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A slender needle adorned her nipples. They were there as an adornment for now. The squeal of pain as he had pushed them through her translucent skin had been highly enjoyable music to his senses. Later they would have wires attached to heighten his sadistic thrill and send her to another level of torture.
For the moment one wire was attached to the cruel and bloodied phallus. The other to the grotesque gag distorting her face.
The guard played with the settings to achieve different notes of anguished agony from Daria. He would not allow her to escape into unconsciousness. She had been less helpful than they wanted so her suffering would go on and on.
For the moment one wire was attached to the cruel and bloodied phallus. The other to the grotesque gag distorting her face.
The guard played with the settings to achieve different notes of anguished agony from Daria. He would not allow her to escape into unconsciousness. She had been less helpful than they wanted so her suffering would go on and on.
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Whilst Daria suffered endless pain coursing through her body, Alana was continuing her water torture. Five times she had reached the edge of death and been brought back for more.
Despite the cruel gag, Daria's screams rang around the room. Alana came up for a sip of air.
Alana plunged into the water yet again. Her energy was running completely away.
Despite the cruel gag, Daria's screams rang around the room. Alana came up for a sip of air.
Alana plunged into the water yet again. Her energy was running completely away.
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The torture continued for the two friends. Another hour of survival, deep pain and agonising torment.
The big guard wondered if he had gone too far with Alana, the other was still playing Daria with his
expert control of the shocks.
Alana hung limp on the water pole. Daria sang her songs of torture.
The big guard wondered if he had gone too far with Alana, the other was still playing Daria with his
expert control of the shocks.
Alana hung limp on the water pole. Daria sang her songs of torture.
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Hi. After a break I have a few more bits to put on.
There are some really interesting people on here with a wealth of knowledge. I have appreciated the information and views given. Some of the artists are amazingly good with so many different styles.. and such endless inventiveness on such a narrow subject. There are too many interesting people to type a list of them.
Anyway... I cannot remember if I put this on before so will start with the prison yard. Here death comes slowly. The woman in the first picture will progress to the situation in the remaining ones. When the skinny one has died a new prisoner will replace her to begin her death sentence.
There are some really interesting people on here with a wealth of knowledge. I have appreciated the information and views given. Some of the artists are amazingly good with so many different styles.. and such endless inventiveness on such a narrow subject. There are too many interesting people to type a list of them.
Anyway... I cannot remember if I put this on before so will start with the prison yard. Here death comes slowly. The woman in the first picture will progress to the situation in the remaining ones. When the skinny one has died a new prisoner will replace her to begin her death sentence.
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Here is a few more of a nose job. Now I wonder what that ring is for around her neck?
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