Art by Artur-AE

[artur-ae]

Tortured White Skin Smells Good.

Prologue.
The year is 2080, and the earth's population has already exceeded the 30 billion mark. A human life is not worth much anymore.
People with a lot of money can afford and buy everything. Even other humans. It also interests nobody what happens with these bought humans. If they are no longer traceable... all the better... one eater less.

Double game.

Game 1.
Martha, a lower middle class lawyer, wants to have a very special fiftieth birthday. She has given herself a role-playing game. Content of the game is she is unlawfully arrested and raped and lightly tortured at the police station by several, strapping police officers. Cost of the event $50,000.

Game 2.
The board triumvirate of a global business empire, Big Boss, Babyface and Black Widow, have taken over the third-largest business enterprise in the world according to them. They have given themselves a role-playing game as a reward. The content of the game is to interrogate an educated, studied white woman. Dressed as a police officers. It is a torture game, no consideration is given to the life of the victim. The set along with inventory will be cleaned after the role play, biological remains will be disposed of. Cost of the event, $10,000,000.

Background Procedure.
The agent of game 1 contacted the agent of game 2 and offered him the lawyer for $500,000.
Net profit before tax, thus, $550,000.

The agent of Game 2 accepted the offer, kidnapped the lawyer according to the instructions of Game 1 and handed her over to the triumvirate in an old police station, completely naked, with her arms and legs spread out and hanging from the ceiling. Mission accomplished. Educated, naked white woman handed over for a torture game.
Net profit before tax, thus, $9,450,000. I forgot, the crime scene cleaner still has to be deducted from the net profit. Less $10,000.

On set.
The lawyer cries out in anger that this kind of treatment is not in keeping with the contract and threatens to sue the agent from Game 1.
Babyface then rams a metal pipe into her vagina and violently rapes her with it. After that, the lawyer just screams, with no further speech.

Black Widow steps close to the lawyer and smells her, whispering blissfully,
"Tortured White Skin Smells Good..." and says,

"I have a new business idea, we will several hundred people tortured and their secretions bottled. With the scents, Men and Women. Black and White."

A new business idea was born.

[wulf]

Tortured White Skin Smells Good.

Prologue.
The year is 2080, and the earth's population has already exceeded the 30 billion mark. A human life is not worth much anymore.
People with a lot of money can afford and buy everything. Even other humans. It also interests nobody what happens with these bought humans. If they are no longer traceable... all the better... one eater less.

Double game.

Game 1.
Martha, a lower middle class lawyer, wants to have a very special fiftieth birthday. She has given herself a role-playing game. Content of the game is she is unlawfully arrested and raped and lightly tortured at the police station by several, strapping police officers. Cost of the event $50,000.

Game 2.
The board triumvirate of a global business empire, Big Boss, Babyface and Black Widow, have taken over the third-largest business enterprise in the world according to them. They have given themselves a role-playing game as a reward. The content of the game is to interrogate an educated, studied white woman. Dressed as a police officers. It is a torture game, no consideration is given to the life of the victim. The set along with inventory will be cleaned after the role play, biological remains will be disposed of. Cost of the event, $10,000,000.

Background Procedure.
The agent of game 1 contacted the agent of game 2 and offered him the lawyer for $500,000.
Net profit before tax, thus, $550,000.

The agent of Game 2 accepted the offer, kidnapped the lawyer according to the instructions of Game 1 and handed her over to the triumvirate in an old police station, completely naked, with her arms and legs spread out and hanging from the ceiling. Mission accomplished. Educated, naked white woman handed over for a torture game.
Net profit before tax, thus, $9,450,000. I forgot, the crime scene cleaner still has to be deducted from the net profit. Less $10,000.

On set.
The lawyer cries out in anger that this kind of treatment is not in keeping with the contract and threatens to sue the agent from Game 1.
Babyface then rams a metal pipe into her vagina and violently rapes her with it. After that, the lawyer just screams, with no further speech.

Black Widow steps close to the lawyer and smells her, whispering blissfully,
"Tortured White Skin Smells Good..." and says,

"I have a new business idea, we will several hundred people tortured and their secretions bottled. With the scents, Men and Women. Black and White."

A new business idea was born.

I love the artwork, and the very creative story to go with it. Well done, and thank you for sharing.

[artur-ae]

Your turn now! Come with me!

[wulf]

Your turn now! Come with me!

I'll bet she's wishing she was somewhere else.

Nice one, and thanks Artur.

[artur-ae]

Captured female paramedic soldier.

Monologue.

"Well, little medic... now I have time for you. All my comrades are already in the canteen getting drunk.
I am different from them. I think about my duties even after I'm off duty. We need to know where your soldiers have the artillery positions...even if you say you've only been at the front since yesterday...you must have seen the artillery."

"I like androgynous women like you, with slender, flexible bodies..." the soldier whispers almost tenderly in her ear. She can feel his warm breath.
"Before I interrogate you we will go to the next room where we will be undisturbed. I will make love to you, very tenderly. By the way, it's your last chance to tell me everything, your really last chance." In a rough voice, he continues,
"After our little exchange of caresses I will have to hurt you very, very much if you don't tell me, believe me I am not a sadist and I don't like to hurt you, but if tomorrow we don't know where the artillery positions are, many of my, getting drunk, comrades will die."

"It's in your hands!"

[wulf]

Captured female paramedic soldier.

Monologue.

"Well, little medic... now I have time for you. All my comrades are already in the canteen getting drunk.
I am different from them. I think about my duties even after I'm off duty. We need to know where your soldiers have the artillery positions...even if you say you've only been at the front since yesterday...you must have seen the artillery."

"I like androgynous women like you, with slender, flexible bodies..." the soldier whispers almost tenderly in her ear. She can feel his warm breath.
"Before I interrogate you we will go to the next room where we will be undisturbed. I will make love to you, very tenderly. By the way, it's your last chance to tell me everything, your really last chance." In a rough voice, he continues,
"After our little exchange of caresses I will have to hurt you very, very much if you don't tell me, believe me I am not a sadist and I don't like to hurt you, but if tomorrow we don't know where the artillery positions are, many of my, getting drunk, comrades will die."

"It's in your hands!"

Any chance this one will continue? I would love to see what happens when she doesn't talk.
Nice one Artur, and thank you.

[artur-ae]

Your Turn Now 2.

The mature woman, who is to be charged with espionage, is taken to another building after she has been removed from the holding cell. The soldier explains to her that in this building she can scream as loud as she wants, the walls are so thick that no sound can get outside.

She is led into a room smelling of blood, sweat, urine, feces and fear and tied to an old barber's chair standing in the middle.

The captain sticks his baton deep into her mouth and orders, "Wet it well, I'm about to insert the cane very deeply into your asshole."

She almost chokes on the cane. At the same moment, another soldier with a Caddle Prod delivers a violent electric shock to her vagina. This shock causes her to lose control of her body and shit on the chair.

"That's your fault..." says laughing the soldier with the laptop, "In the past we used to beat the shit out of the prisoners before interrogation. Let the old bitch clean the chair with her tongue after the interrogation. Unbelievable, she just shits on the chair during an interrogation! The old bitch really has no manners."

"Captain," she says, "you'd better take that stick out of her face, or she'll puke. Better beat her flabby tits to a bloody pulp with that baton. She can't talk with the baton in her mouth. I have to keep the record. Tomorrow we're supposed to give her confession to the Lt. Col. So let's get started!"

[frog]

Your Turn Now 2.

download/file.php?id=44535&mode=view, superb. Like the cattle prod to her vagina and the baton forced into her mouth. Humiliation and pain all the way.

[wulf]

Your Turn Now 2.

The mature woman, who is to be charged with espionage, is taken to another building after she has been removed from the holding cell. The soldier explains to her that in this building she can scream as loud as she wants, the walls are so thick that no sound can get outside.

She is led into a room smelling of blood, sweat, urine, feces and fear and tied to an old barber's chair standing in the middle.

The captain sticks his baton deep into her mouth and orders, "Wet it well, I'm about to insert the cane very deeply into your asshole."

She almost chokes on the cane. At the same moment, another soldier with a Caddle Prod delivers a violent electric shock to her vagina. This shock causes her to lose control of her body and shit on the chair.

"That's your fault..." says laughing the soldier with the laptop, "In the past we used to beat the shit out of the prisoners before interrogation. Let the old bitch clean the chair with her tongue after the interrogation. Unbelievable, she just shits on the chair during an interrogation! The old bitch really has no manners."

"Captain," she says, "you'd better take that stick out of her face, or she'll puke. Better beat her flabby tits to a bloody pulp with that baton. She can't talk with the baton in her mouth. I have to keep the record. Tomorrow we're supposed to give her confession to the Lt. Col. So let's get started!"

Women torturers usually know the best ways to get information. They should listen to her.

Nice work, and thanks for sharing.

[artur-ae]

Thank you very much for your comments.