Women we would personally like to torture.

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Next pair up to get Jayed

[Pete Stretcher]

She will be taken to the place of torture deep inside the Grotto. She will be hung by her thumbs and toes only in an "X" position with wet rawhide cords approximately 18 inches in length. She will be brutally stretched until she is screaming for mercy in that position while the rawhide is still wet and tied off in that stretched position. The shrink rate of the wet rawhide is from 10% to 15%. She will hang in this manner until the rawhide has dried stretching her naked body another 3 inches. She will then be bullwhipped without mercy.

Yes yes yes!

Would you tell her why she’s being tortured? Stroking her face calmly as you talk to her. Or would you just bull whip her violently until you have no strength to even talk!!


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Any suggestions or photos of women who you’d like to torture?

Would love to hear it

The woman is told:

We have waited a long time for you. For many weeks we watched you. Finally, you made the mistake we needed that allowed your taking and now we have acquired you. You are as beautiful as described. Your body is flawless, natural, and will serve us well.

Before you is the Grotto of Feng-Du, the gateway to Hell, where the restless spirits of our ancestors reside. Pointing inside the now wide-open doors he said, "Look carefully. Before you is the Place of Sacrifice and upon it you see standing the twin stone Dragons of Torture. For centuries on the Place of Sacrifice, for the Ritual of the Moon and Sun, a woman chosen for sacrifice has hung between those Dragons, stripped naked and screaming, her body writhing under ritual torture. Now woman you, like those women of the past, will ascend the steps to the Dragons of Torture where, before the assembled Council of Elders, as the gift sacrifice of the Moon God, you will be bound between the Dragons by your thumbs and toes only and your body anointed with our finest Ritual Oil--the Oil of Agony. Our most powerful stimulant has already been given you so that you may remain conscious for all to come. Then woman, you will be raised until you hang by your thumbs and toes between the Dragons. There you will be put to torture in the ancient manner until your screams honor both Moon and Sun.

Very soon the Moon God will rise. When He rises, He will find you, our gift to him, hanging by your thumbs and toes only, stretched taut by wet rawhide in a X between the Dragons as prescribed by the Ritual. When the Moon God has fully risen it is then, woman, you will be stripped naked so that your body is fully revealed, oiled and glistening in the torchlight, to the Moon God as his gift to the Sun Goddess. Once He has gazed upon you the Mark of Torture will be burned onto your naked body and the Ritual of Moon and Sun will begin with you put to the torture of the Dragon Lash. The first impact of the Dragon Lash on your naked, oiled, stretched body will unlock to you the secrets of the Oil of Agony. 15 minutes after the Moon God has risen the Sun Goddess will rise and She will find you, gift from the Moon God, already writhing for Him your naked, frantic dance of agony, your screams for mercy echoing from the walls of Feng-du. You will writhe screaming for our Gods under the torture of the Dragon Lash until the Sun Goddess once again rests behind the Earth.

The lash is only the beginning of the tortures the Ritual requires. Three cycles, from moon rise to sunset, you will give to our Gods your screams. After the torture of the Lash, when the High Master of Torture begins to apply other, more exotic, tortures to your naked body, when, perhaps, you hang by your toes only, your thumbs tied to the floor, while hot irons are put to your naked body, and your screams become unending, you will think the Dragon Lash was merciful and beg to return to it.

Beyond the Dragons is the pit which contains the Torture Fire of Feng-du. On the fourth coming of the Moon God you will be taken to hang, chained, naked and torture stretched, splayed out in an "X", above the Torture Fire of Feng-du to await the rising of the Sun Goddess. You will feel its heat beneath you. Then woman, when the Sun Goddess has fully risen, you, naked above the fire, will be flayed alive, while the flames of the Torture Fire of Feng-du beneath you are slowly raised until the flames begin to lick at your feet. If you are strong you will live. If you are weak you will die as many women here have died--naked, shrieking for mercy and writhing the Dance of Agony under the torture of Flaying Whip and Fire.

When I turn to leave you here the drums will begin. They summon the Council of Elders to witness your ritual torture. I can see the question in your eyes. In this place you cannot see the coming of the Moon and Sun. You want to know--when will your ordeal begin?

When the drums grow silent the Master of Torture will come for you. After he comes, from inside the Chamber of Feng-du, you will hear the command that the woman to be sacrificed be brought forth to the Place of Torture to be prepared to be put to the Ritual of the Moon and Sun. You will ascend the steps to the Dragons of Torture so that you may be bound to them and your body made ready for torture. Moments later you will be hanging between the Dragons. Moments after that you will be naked. Then you will scream.

Sounds very good to me!!!

[Pete Stretcher]

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Now this is what I’m talking about Jay!

I would subject these two to unimaginable barbaric medieval torture drawn out for at least 3 days.

Jusy look at their beautiful and perfect bodies! Just imagine slowly breaking them both mentally and physically!

I think the one on the right needs to be stretched violently for hours on end. Pulled taut on a medieval rack until her body is fully raised from the racks bed. Watching as her body twitches as her face grimaces as cramp sets in. Tightening the rack slightky to exctract a prolonged groan as the cramp changes to a severe burning sensation. Again just leaving her there groaning amd suspended tight and unable to move and watching as beads of sweat form all over her body and start to run down her rib cage. Then slowly walk close to her face and start to stroke her face as if to comfort her, but lean down and whisper into her ear explaining exactly what will happen next. Whisper quietly and calmly explaining exactly how her body will be stretched by the rack, how her joints will pop loudly, how her tendons and sinews will tear……..explain to her that shes laid on the cruelest and most barbaric torture device know to man, which was outlawed in the 1600’s simply because it was to inhumane and cruel to be used even on the most hardened criminals/ men in history…….calmly explain to her that usually this device was used to stretch the victim to extract a confession…….so the victim would have been able to save themselves the agony of being stretched to the point of hearing their own limbs pop from their sockets…….but explain to her that today is different…….very very different……because the rack has come out of retirement for her exclusively……..it doesn’t matter that is was outlawed for being too cruel or inhumane…….it will be used tonight on her slim and vulnerable body…….and then ask her does she know the best bit about all of this……slap her face and grab her cheeks and pull her face to face yours and growl through gritted teeth ‘fucking answer me’….for which she just whimpers in confusion….then whisper to her…’well let me enlighten you’ and slowly and calmly explain to her that the best bit about all of this is……..that there is no confession to be had…..there is no answer or information to be extracted from her………….so she’s simply there to be stretched until every possible joint pops, every possible tendon snaps and every possible sinew tears……..then stroke her face once more…. Smile at her and explain that’s she’s simply there to be tortured for tortures sake……..to fulfil my perverse and some what unique, in fact, some what disgusting desires…….explain that she really couldn’t be in a more worse position if she tried…….Then keep eye contact with her and with an evil smile, slowly walk to the racks roller, then with full body weight begin stretching her notch by notch until it’s not physically possible to stretch her body any further

All the time the second one is listening to all of this and watching her friend being slowly broken before her eyes upon the rack.

What shall we do with your second lady Jay?

[Pete Stretcher]

In particular I would like to use a rack like this for the above session. Not always my first choice/style of rack, but I particularly like the idea of two burly henchmen being at the rollers and giving them the nod when I decide her taut and tortured body needs to be elongated further. I also like the idea of the long levers and the fact the torturers are brutally using their feet/ legs to stretch the victim. With this lever action from both ends can you imagine the serious torque and tension that could be applied to her sweating and unfortunate body? Can you imagine the noise of the creaking ropes, creaking wooden levers as the tension increases as the henchmen push with their powerful legs……..transferring that frightening tension to her slim and vulnerable body and limbs….squeezing groans from her lungs as she grits her teeth, holds her breath and then pants periodically to breathe….fighting the torque and tautness with each breath…..almost like when you see a women lifting weights……the teeth are gritted….veins popping from the side of their heads……..involuntary reactions to the immense pressure applied to their bodies by pushing themselves beyond their limits to lift the weights…..this is what I want to see……the same involuntary reactions as the body is stretched…….noises extracted that you didn’t think possible to come from a human………veins popping out………..bloodshot eyes…..gritted teeth and spit bubbles blowing and popping from an unnatural breathing pattern…her chest thrashing up and down as she pants erratically trying to establish a new breathing pattern whilst fighting the agony and being gripped with absolute terror…sweat being forced and squeezed through the pores almost like blood will be forced from her pores from the absolute pressure the rack is applying. The sweat beading and then running over the entire body……dripping and running down her protruding rib cage as she pants and yelps helplessly. Blood being forced from the finger and toe nails from the pressure of the ropes on the wrists and ankles…….This is how I want to see her beautiful body suffering before any joints pop or sinews/ tendons tear……This is the pressure and tension want to see applied to her body…….not just a pinch or a light stretching………..I want to see tension that makes her entire body tremble and look and feel if it is about to burst…….to bring her to a point of absolute tension that her entire body is under pressure like it’s just about to snap like a piece of elastic or burst like an over inflated balloon……..this is how I NEED to see her body suffering…..I need to see her at this point……..and for a prolonged and drawn out period

..then halt the torture at this point, kneel to her level and whisper in her ear and explain in absolute explicit details what is to come next……in complete explicit detail as if you were a doctor or surgeon explain a procedure to a patient….explain in very scientific terms exactly what is going to happen to her joints, limbs and sinews should I give just one more nod to my now tired and sweating henchmen who are leaning their full body weight on one lever whilst holding the other with a foot, taking the chance to temporarily rest, exactly like the image below………then smile and keep eye contact as I slowly raise myself to my feet, slowly nodding keeping eye contact the entire time with a sadistic and evil smile……..then slowly turn to the henchmen at each end of the rack, nod and calmly say ‘the joints please’……….you can imagine what happens next…..the ropes start to creak and whine, the wooden levers make that beautiful crackle and creak as the wood tensions, by this point both torturers are stood on one of their levers almost bouncing their full body weight whilst holding on to the second lever for balance………….groans, begs and yelps are squeezed out of her lungs involuntarily at this point……………then a huge disgusting crack and a pop, a millisecond of silence and then a huge roaring howl of at least 8 to 10 seconds fills the chamber and bounces of the walls as both her shoulders and hips have failed……..even the torturers at each end of the rack…..both hardened through inflicting such tortures to hundreds of other victims……look away….turn their heads and wince…unable to look at the broken, roaring, bloody and howling victim laid before them…..

‘Sir…..shall we stop’ one of them utters as he’s still holding his head away from the broken beauty stretched before him….

‘No’ I reply abruptly………. ‘Now we stretch the tendons……please commence’

For which the two henchmen look at each other in disbelief, then look down at their broken and yelping victim, who by this point is spitting blood from her mouth and talking incoherent blabber as if she has gone delirious through the pain, her body almost bouncing on her tendons like elastic or a string puppet as they desperately hold her body together post joint failure, her buttocks just touching the bed of the rack due to the slight slack that has been introduced by her joints popping from their sockets….the tension reduction an almost false sense of relief as every breath causes her body to bounce upon the strain of her tortured tendons.

‘GENTLEMEN!’ I scream

‘Unless you want to experience the same treatment…………CONTINUE STRETCHING HER!!!!!!!!’

For which that familiar sound of the rollers moving, tension increasing echoes around the chamber once more, then joined suddenly by a blood curdling almighty roar and squeal as her buttocks are raised above the rack bed once again as the tension in her tendons in her hips and shoulders are taken up as they are elongated once again to the point of bursting.

[Pete Stretcher]

Can you imagine the feeling of absolute terror instilled within the Second woman as she is chained AOH dangling in the torture chamber and forced to watch every minute……still wearing her bikini….the terror gets to her too much and she wets her self and it dribbles down her leg and pools on the dirty stone floor beneath her.

Can you imagine her terror as her friend is released from the rack and her groaning and lifeless body is dragged across the cold floor like a rag doll, through her piss and taken back to her stone dungeon cell.

As I pass the chained women on my way out I glance back at her, smile, slowly walk up to her and look down at the pool of piss…..enraged and disgusted I grab her cheeks and pull her face close to mine and snarl ‘ you’ll endure all of this….and much more’

I then rip off her bikini top in one swift and violent downward motion revealing her pert and perfect breasts. I grab and squeeze each breast, almost sizing them up for a few seconds. Then I look her in the eyes, gesture my head to one side, a shout to my two henchmen,

‘Gentleman, please light the coals and heat the iron breast ripper…..i want it glowing red for when I return’

For which she whimpers and again piss dribbles out the side of her bikini and runs down her legs, off the ends of her toes and starts to pool upon the floor once more.

Again I look down at the pool disgusted and push her away from me violently, leaving her sobbing, spinning and dangling in the chains.

I walk at a fast pace to the large wooden dungeon door leaving her dangling and sobbing, and shout again without looking back,

‘Gentleman, I want them red hot…….glowing in fact….this one needs to suffer’

[Pete Stretcher]

And this is where it gets a lot worse…..for both of them!

I return to the chamber and the mere sound of my footsteps is enough to get the Second woman dangling by her wrists sobbing, shaking and whimpering, as she looks across and sees the glowing hot breast ripper laid in the brazier thinking her breasts are going to be torn to shreds in a matter of minutes.

However, I summon the two henchmen and order them to get the First woman and bring her back to the torture chamber and chain her AOH as well. By this point her joints are black and heavily bruised from the grievous racking suffered beforehand and even the slightest movement causes her absolute searing agony. The henchmen acutely aware of this, violently jerk her by her wrists and drag her across the stone floor by her arms extracting animal like howls as she’s dragged. They then raise her to her feet and chain her by her wrists AOH. This again extracts tired and agonising howls as she struggles to open her eyes or even hold her head up. Her joints have not been reset by a medical professional so effectively her entire body weight is being held by her torn ligaments and sinews as she dangles, moaning and roaring like an injured wild animal.

The Second woman is then removed from her chains and placed in front of her broken friend. She looks at me confused whilst trying to hide her bare breasts by wrapping her arms around herself. I hand her the cool handles of the breast ripper with the glowing hot prongs and tell her
‘Rip off her breast’

She almost curls into herself and starts to sob.

So I say whilst pointing to a pair of the Spanish boots,

‘See those Spanish boot right there! If you don’t rip off her breast I will put your legs in those boots and smash them with a wooden mallet until your bone marrow squirts out like jelly’

I grab her hair and point her face to the walls of the dungeon where she can see small speckles covering the wall next to them and I say

‘The last person I inflicted the boots upon decorated the walls with their marrow……now rip her fucking tit off!’

‘5,4,3,2…….’

And before i get to 1 she has clamped onto her friends beautiful breast and has dragged the ripper towards herself sizzling the flesh and tearing her friends breast to shreds……..the air of the dungeon is filled with the smell of burning flesh joined by a howl that can only be described as being possessed as her friend arouses and realises the state of her breast. The Second woman begins to sob and be sick all over the floor as the magnitude of the situation sinks in.

Then the first woman is removed from the chains and she slumps on the floor howling hysterically like a wild dog.

Then the Second woman is pulled to her feet by the henchmen and I say,

‘So….sub continuously all day you have been so glad that you were not in her shoes….that it wasn’t you being tortured. And a small part of you was hoping as the day and night went on….that just maybe….just maybe you would not face the same barbaric treatment…..well….look at her now you wench……look at your friend broken on the floor…..do you know the significance of this?????’

She looks at me confused and I reply,

‘Well the significance is that her ordeal is now over…….you have wished not to be in her shoes all day……but now……I absolutely promise you…..that you would want to be in her shoes now more that ever…..as like I said….her ordeal is over……..but for you……this is the very beginning!!!’


For which she is violently dragged kicking and screaming and is secured to the rack!

You can imagine what happens next but before the grievous racking session begins I shout to my henchmen…..

‘Gentlemen……before we pop every joint…..before we tear every possible tendon…..before we tear every sinew…..please place the breast ripper in some cool water……I’d like to remove the tits from this one with the breast ripper cold please…..being red hot has always provided too much mercy in my mind…. The ripper passes through the breast like a hot knife through butter……I want to see you two rip her breasts off using pure and depraved barbarity!!’

[Pete Stretcher]

So yes Jay, in summary, I would very much enjoy torturing the two women you have suggested….in fact I’d like to torture them barbarically…….to within an inch of their lives some might say….but not to death….snuff isn’t for me (believe it or not) but my god would they suffer.

I’m also acutely aware that in reality most women couldn’t withstand just 10% of the torture described…….but that’s the beauty of this site….anything is possible…….and looking at those two strong women you have suggested…….i believe they could last the ordeal!

[hornythumb]

Jay and Pete, some great reading to spur on our weirdest fantasies.

[Pete Stretcher]

Jay and Pete, some great reading to spur on our weirdest fantasies.

Thank Hornythumb.

Any images of a woman you would like to torture?

I’m intrigued to see….who’s your ultimate victim

[hornythumb]

Jay and Pete, some great reading to spur on our weirdest fantasies.

Thank Hornythumb.

Any images of a woman you would like to torture?

I’m intrigued to see….who’s your ultimate victim

Thanks, Pete. I'm thinking, but to be honest I've liked your guy's choices so far. They reflect those stuck up bitches who wouldn't have anything to do with us/me, as they lusted after cute phony guys with fat wallets or athletic talents, or both. I/we enjoy seeing em catch hell on the gimp.