GIMPs in UNIFORM
Re: GIMPs in UNIFORM
sirstef ~ I am gratified that you are looking for more of this story. I don’t normally write long stories… I just write little vignettes like this to get people thinking about the possibilities… kind of a “finish it in your own way” sort of a thing.
Perhaps I’ll go back to this one and write another brief installment! She is a worthy GIMP, after all…
Perhaps I’ll go back to this one and write another brief installment! She is a worthy GIMP, after all…
Re: GIMPs in UNIFORM
Lieutenant Sofia Terraza of the 1st Paratroopers Carabinieri Regiment had been through survival school, including the mock POW camp. It was meant to give her some techniques to hold up during interrogation and torture. But this she could never have imagined.
The iron contraption she was secured into was moving forward now… inching every so slowly toward the horror that awaited her on the far side of the dank chamber. There, glinting in the harsh lights, was an array of 12-inch chrome bayonets protruding toward her, affixed into a large frame that ran from floor to ceiling. More than 100 in total, the razor sharp spikes waited, cold and lifeless - and ready to slowly and painfully enter her taut, tanned skin.
The whirr of the motor that propelled her forward clicked on again, and she moved another few millimeters before the man in the black hood approached her again. He drew back the heavy black baton he held in his arm and asked her again: “We know your attack date - what is the attack vector?”
Getting only a muffled sound of protest from the young Soldier, he forcefully brought the baton across her upper midriff, this time causing a rib to crack. Sofia let out a high-pitched squeal against the large metal plug that intruded into her mouth. This was her first drastic injury, and she started to panic. Her suddenly increased breathing rate and heaving chest brought a wave of arousal over her captor. He cocked his head and came closer, peering into her widened eyes with new interest in her suffering.
“Lieutenant, you are a strong one. I admire that. I will wait to consummate our… uh… relationship… until the blades are just a millimeter into your body. I find that I have to be disciplined about my own thrusting at that point… to not impale you too quickly!”
At that very moment the motors whirred again, and Sofia’s clamped down body drove forward almost imperceptibly as she trembled in fear. His cock twitched in unison, and his own breathing began to quicken, matching hers. He reveled in the moment, seeing her lips twitch against the metal probe, and her tits become slick with a quickening stream of drool.
The tough paratrooper was hanging tough. That was about to end, as he recognized the signs. It usually came as he introduced his next surprise that involved an iron rod and a heat source. He went to retrieve the tools now, moving slowly and deliberately, making sure that she watched his preparations. Soon, he knew, his Lieutenant would become a crying, begging little girl; and he looked forward to being close to her face at that moment, removing the gag and giving her some false hope. He would feel her hot breath on his face as she hurriedly begged in the lovely Italian he didn’t know… but would easily understand at that moment. He would kiss her and explode into her and caress her lovingly afterward…
…just before the hot iron entered her from behind.
The iron contraption she was secured into was moving forward now… inching every so slowly toward the horror that awaited her on the far side of the dank chamber. There, glinting in the harsh lights, was an array of 12-inch chrome bayonets protruding toward her, affixed into a large frame that ran from floor to ceiling. More than 100 in total, the razor sharp spikes waited, cold and lifeless - and ready to slowly and painfully enter her taut, tanned skin.
The whirr of the motor that propelled her forward clicked on again, and she moved another few millimeters before the man in the black hood approached her again. He drew back the heavy black baton he held in his arm and asked her again: “We know your attack date - what is the attack vector?”
Getting only a muffled sound of protest from the young Soldier, he forcefully brought the baton across her upper midriff, this time causing a rib to crack. Sofia let out a high-pitched squeal against the large metal plug that intruded into her mouth. This was her first drastic injury, and she started to panic. Her suddenly increased breathing rate and heaving chest brought a wave of arousal over her captor. He cocked his head and came closer, peering into her widened eyes with new interest in her suffering.
“Lieutenant, you are a strong one. I admire that. I will wait to consummate our… uh… relationship… until the blades are just a millimeter into your body. I find that I have to be disciplined about my own thrusting at that point… to not impale you too quickly!”
At that very moment the motors whirred again, and Sofia’s clamped down body drove forward almost imperceptibly as she trembled in fear. His cock twitched in unison, and his own breathing began to quicken, matching hers. He reveled in the moment, seeing her lips twitch against the metal probe, and her tits become slick with a quickening stream of drool.
The tough paratrooper was hanging tough. That was about to end, as he recognized the signs. It usually came as he introduced his next surprise that involved an iron rod and a heat source. He went to retrieve the tools now, moving slowly and deliberately, making sure that she watched his preparations. Soon, he knew, his Lieutenant would become a crying, begging little girl; and he looked forward to being close to her face at that moment, removing the gag and giving her some false hope. He would feel her hot breath on his face as she hurriedly begged in the lovely Italian he didn’t know… but would easily understand at that moment. He would kiss her and explode into her and caress her lovingly afterward…
…just before the hot iron entered her from behind.
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Re: GIMPs in UNIFORM
Oh, Sheriff… I don’t pay speeding tickets… Time to learn your lesson.
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