Short Visual and Written Fiction by sad-g

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"Ιnes and Mercedes part 1"

Not a short story, I plan to complete it in 4 or 5 parts. I hope I don't come across as too talkative.

In the heart of the vast azure sea, nestled among palm-fringed beaches and lush tropical vegetation, lay the small island of San Rosario. For two long decades, the 300,000 islanders had endured the iron grip of a dictatorship that cast a shadow over their lives.

General Oscar Trujillo, the ruthless dictator who had ruled with an iron fist, finally succumbed to the hands of time, passing away at a ripe old age. Little did the citizens know that the end of one era would usher in an even darker chapter.

Oscar's successor was none other than his son, Wing Commander Marino Trujillo, a man whose thirst for power was only rivaled by his deteriorating mental state. As he ascended to the throne, whispers of cruelty and madness spread like wildfire among the population.

Marino's reign was marked by an unsettling penchant for sadism. It was said that he reveled in personally overseeing the torture of dissidents, taking perverse pleasure in their suffering. The situation escalated when reports emerged that women were being targeted and arrested in covert operations.

“Dirty bitch, look at the president; you have the honor of attending the interrogation personally. Your husband wanted to kill the great hero of the homeland, didn't he?" (A revolutionary's spouse, Paulina Cordoba (33), they have coerced her under the regime's green flag and obligated her to sing the anthem).

As the islanders lived in fear and oppression, a secret resistance movement began to take shape in the shadows. Underground meetings were held, plans were forged, and whispers of hope spread like wildfire among those yearning for freedom.

Ines and Mercedes were inseparable and beloved sisters, aged 20 and 19 respectively. Their father, a bookseller, passed away at the age of 58, essentially succumbing to the depression he felt under the oppressive regime. Their mother, a once vibrant and loving woman, had been bedridden for years, paralyzed by the cruel grip of a stroke. The house that was once filled with laughter and warmth now echoed with the solemn whispers of caretakers and the soft hum of medical equipment.

While the girls' dream was to leave for Europe or the United States to study and escape the suffocating atmosphere of the military junta, it was currently impossible because they couldn't leave their mother behind.

Determined to make a living and carry on their father's legacy, the sisters reluctantly decided to reopen the family bookstore. Although the bookstore held sentimental value, it was no longer a place of joy for them. The regime's censorship policies had cast a pall over the world of books, turning their haven of stories and ideas into a battleground for ideological control.

The junta's censorship extended beyond the realm of politics and directly into literature. All new releases faced scrutiny, and a staggering 10,000 titles of older books had been banned. The oppressive regime prohibited any work with even the faintest hint of radicalism, be it political, social, or even within the realms of fiction and poetry.

Ines and Mercedes found themselves grappling with the harsh reality that even the timeless works of literary giants were not immune to the censorship. Dostoevsky, a name synonymous with profound exploration of the human psyche, had been banned solely because the junta deemed his name to sound 'communist’ and ‘anarchist’. The oppressive junta had tightened its grip, compelling the sisters to display volumes in their storefront that housed the paranoid speeches and political ideas of the late General Trujillo.

However, a bookstore, with its intellectual pursuit, always drew suspicion from the watchful eyes of the junta.

During an unannounced raid on both the ground floor and the basement, the police, armed with trained dogs, detected the hidden explosive substances. In the ensuing chaos, Mercedes found herself at the mercy of the authorities, and arrested for her involvement in the resistance.

Mercedes has just been transported by a patrol car to the National Security Service and is entering the door. She took a deep breath. Armed guards watched her closely, their stern expressions betraying no hint of sympathy. To begin with, before she even reached the building, they had brutally punched her in the eyes, not forgetting to fondle her chest and belly.


Ines had been fortunate enough to be absent from the bookstore during the unannounced raid, and the realization that a manhunt was now underway sent shivers down her spine.

Meanwhile, the bookstore, now devoid of its two passionate owners, stood as a silent witness to the unfolding drama.

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In Part 2: Her sister, Ines, after numerous adventures, found a solution to avoid arrest by obtaining a fake Polish passport. She rented a tourist room in the extra touristy area of the island, masquerading as a solitary tourist writing a book. She dyed her hair blonde (in reality, it was brown) and took care to acquire a deep tropical tan. She also always wore a COVID mask whenever she ventured outside to make her features less recognizable.
She had no connections and didn't know how to escape from the island. She knew that at this moment, her sister was suffering horribly, a victim of the perverted desires of the officers, and she felt desperate. "How can these tourists make their holidays happy in this Orwellian state?". Ines was constantly crying in her bed.

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"Ιnes and Mercedes part 2"

Not a short story, I plan to complete it in 4 or 5 parts. I hope I don't come across as too talkative.

2.1
In the National Security Service, 19-year-old Mercedes was subjected to tortures of unimaginable sadism. The urgent issue for the interrogators was for Mercedes to reveal possible locations where her sister Ines was hiding. Despite the exhaustive search of all the homes of relatives and friends in the social lives of the two sisters, no results were obtained.

Ines continued to stay in the tourist area of the island, portraying herself as a Polish tourist writing a novel inspired by the blue of the tropical shore, aiming to evade arrest by the regime until she could find a way to escape the island.

Ines was certain that her sister was being horrifically tortured by the sick interrogators, but neither could Mercedes know where Ines had hidden, nor did it make sense for Ines to surrender. The tortures on Mercedes would not cease; now, Ines would also be in their hands for torment. Mercedes would not want that.

Every time they took Mercedes for interrogation, they left her broken. There were always officers who derived sick pleasure from the ordeal and then unbuttoned their pants for the next round. Mercedes endured both physical and sexual torment at the hands of those who were meant to uphold justice. "Anarchist sweetheart, don’t you think it would be hot?".

2.2
Ines would leave the tourist room she rented with a fake passport, posing as a Polish woman only to buy food. However, to avoid arousing suspicions, she sporadically walked along the coastline. She had dyed her hair blonde, her tan looked like that of a tourist, and, of course, she pretended not to know a word of Spanish.

She feigned ignorance of the Spanish language with practiced ease, ensuring that her interactions were limited and inconspicuous. Every step she took, every word she avoided, was a calculated move to evade the prying eyes of the regime's enforcers. The sun-drenched shoreline became her refuge.

Here, the oppressive regime had fewer eyes and ears to monitor. However, Ines understood that every step carried the weight of potential discovery, and the consequences of capture were dire.

In the anticipation of a possible arrest, Ines was keenly aware that her beauty would provide no sanctuary from the relentless grip of misogyny. She grasped the sobering reality that, should she fall into the hands of the junta, the intensity of the torture would probably heighten, driven by the deeply ingrained sexism and sexual hunger that fueled their actions.


2.3
Beautiful she was, and her younger sister Mercedes, who was one year her junior, was currently being interrogated in their hands.

Essentially, they knew that Ines couldn't hide in a place known to Mercedes, so they tortured Mercedes to extract information about other collaborators. It's likely that they knew there weren't any other collaborators. The substitute material they had at the bookstore was an amateurish antiregime group consisting only of the two girls.

The chilling scene unfolded just moments after the bastinado interrogation, as they attended to Mercedes' feet which were now bleeding. A middle-aged female police officer, orchestrating the ominous ordeal, leaned in as they laid her on the iron bed. In a twisted display of false concern, the officer whispered into her ear, "Claim you're pregnant; they might be frightened, and you'll endure less pain."

Mercedes, though physically vulnerable, possessed a strength of spirit that transcended the sadistic games played by her tormentors. She recognized the deceit woven into the officer's words—an attempt to manipulate her into perceiving this individual as a source of compassion. This calculated lie, designed to exploit her fear, only fueled her determination to resist the psychological warfare waged against her.

The same female officer, devoid of empathy, had subjected Mercedes to further humiliation during the torture, callously fondling Mercedes's breasts with lewd comments and obscene taunts. The ordeal continued, a harrowing testament to the brutality inflicted upon Mercedes.

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Pics that didn't "fit" into the stories in the topic:
https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/viewto ... ?f=3&t=801

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"Ιnes and Mercedes part 3"

3.1
A common tactic of psychological torture applied to women in the national security department was as follows. The moment they entered the department, they underwent the usual police photography, and the girl would see in front of her on the screen one of the repulsive men employed specifically for interrogations. Presumably, he could also see her from the other room. They were usually overweight and somewhat to very much with characteristics of deformity.

"Honey, my dick becomes iron with you, imagine what will happen with me soon when you'll be begging for some mercy” "If you saw me on the street, would you turn around to look at me? Would you think that we could become lovers?" In the photo, an arrested student, in the past.

The same tactic was also applied to Mercedes. The man on the right tore her apart multiple times without using a condom.
"Manolo, plant her a Manolito," the others would say, laughing.


3.2
The circle around Mercedes's sister, Ines, seemed to tighten in the touristy part of the island. At least, that's how it appeared to the girl. She had to go out sporadically to buy supplies from the mini-market, and she always felt like the employees recognized her, and it was just a matter of time before they reported her to the junta.

The lie of the supposed Polish woman who writes romantic books in San Rosario will come to an end someday. It would become a shared secret that the so-called Polish novelist might not be who she claimed to be.

When the San Rosario regime captures her, they will leave her battered from unspeakable torture. Ines knows this.

If she could obtain a gun and end her life when she senses them approaching. But how to find it?

Perhaps she could acquire lethal substances from the pharmacy and ingest them when they are about to got hold of her. Yet, even this dark plan seemed fraught with challenges. How could she convince the touristy village pharmacist to provide her with such substances?

The very idea of approaching the pharmacy filled Ines with a mix of dread and uncertainty. The pharmacist, an unwitting pawn in the larger game of the oppressive regime, might not be easily swayed to assist Ines in her desperate bid for freedom.

Ines could understand what the police were doing to her younger sister Mercedes at this moment. Despite the guilt, Ines grappled with a profound truth. Surrendering was not merely a physical act; it was an emotional descent into madness, a path that Mercedes herself would not desire for her sister.

In the nights when tourists reveled in the bars of the town, Ines found herself caught in the grip of haunting nightmares during the precious few hours she could steal for sleep. The rhythmic beats of music and laughter from the lively establishments outside seemed to echo the pulsating fear within her dreams. In these nocturnal realms, Ines confronted the ominous specter of capture. Terrifying scenarios unfolded in her subconscious, painting vivid images of the fate awaiting her if the authorities were to seize her.

(partially visual AI this time, only the girls in pic1 and pic2).

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Maya

The female police officer Sara Bachita (48) derived sadistic satisfaction from punching Maya Piccinini (20) in the eyes.

She surpassed her male colleagues in cruelty every time an attractive girl passed through the door of the police hell in San Rosario.

Sara Bachita was a lesbian who had rejected her homosexuality. She never openly expressed lesbianism, but it had been more than ten years since she had been with a man as well.

One torture she did to arrested young boys was to have them lie naked on the bench and squeeze their testicles with her hands until they passed out from the pain.

Then, as they were half-passed out, she would try to lift their cocks by licking them.

"Mmm, do you know sweetie that you're even cuter with black eyes? Too bad we can't present you in court like this"

With the girls Sara Bachita's zeal was greater. Maya had beautiful big blue eyes. For each prisoner Sara Bachita prioritized a different torture each time depending on the physical characteristics she saw.

"Does your boyfriend cum in your pretty blue eyes when you give him a blowjob?"

"Did you hear him scream? We haven't even beat him so far, he's sobbing because he's in the next cell and he heard your screams of pain".

"What are you bastards doing to her?" he keeps asking.

In San Rosario, access to foreign websites had been prohibited. The regime had created a local internet where the 300,000 residents of the island could only visit approved sites.

Of course, some used VPN to access, but this constituted a criminal offense that incurred imprisonment penalties ranging from 3 to 5 years when there were no more serious charges.

However, imprisonment was the mildest consequence. Everyone feared the investigative process before the court, which military law stipulated could be extended to two months. During it, terrible things happened, especially to beautiful girls, even if they only had illegal internet for Instagram and politically neutral sites.

"Don't look at me like that bitch".

"This is what you should have known when you were having sex with your asshole boyfriend: Connecting to illegal foreign internet that is blocked by the information service has consequences".

"And we recorded which sites you were visiting. Continuously on enemies of our homeland from Scandinavia, who accused our good president of being a bloodthirsty dictator".

"Your mom is outside the front gate, hysterically shouting,"Don't beat my girl, you scumbags!''

"She's not a bad-looking woman at all; we'll see if we can arrest her for disturbing the public peace".

The young Maya Piccinini was held in custody for two months during the investigation and is now under house arrest, awaiting the trial in June.


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PS I will try to write the 4th and final part of the story 'Ines and Mercedes' in the coming days. Several shorter photo stories in 'Torture in San Rosario' thread https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/viewto ... ?f=3&t=801

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"Ines and Mercedes, part 4 - final"

The day the junta apprehended Ines at the tourist resort, where she had been masquerading as a tourist, unfolded swiftly. Suspicion had already surrounded her among the locals employed in the tourist industry, and the phone call proclaiming, "This is the whore you're looking for," came without delay.

The unfolding events were observed by other tourists in the fishing village that morning: numerous police cars, undercover officers armed with rifles, and a helicopter hovering above. All this commotion was orchestrated to capture an unarmed girl who dared to attempt an escape. For the junta's police, it became a matter of "dignity."

The island was small, and the drive with the police truck to the central police station in the capital took exactly an hour. Inside the truck, she was accompanied by ten fully armed men who had her bound, hands tied behind her back in a prone position, pressing her head down with their boots, even though the chief police officer was giving instructions, "Don't touch her anymore until we arrive." "Damn it, don't tear her clothes. The TV crews are waiting. She must not pass through the gate naked.

It is understood that inside the police station, aside torture, they fucked her many times, hundreds of times.

The charge brought against Ines and her younger sister Mercedes, who had already been arrested and tortured, was extremely serious: "formation of a political group against the state."

Because within a period of three months, Ines and Mercedes would be going through an emergency court, the directive to the officers was to torture and to enjoy them sexually for another week, and afterward, those who wished could fuck them whenever they want, but without any further physical torture, the needed soft beatings were not considered as torture of course.

They had to appear in the court with the fewest possible signs of torture, at least on the visible parts of the body, hands and face. Not that it would bother anyone if they appeared bruised, but almost intact view of the defendants was considered more polite for the judges.

Once, when they were taking Ines for interrogation, she raised the middle finger of her hand, a contemptuous gesture towards her tormentors. She quickly complied to avoid having it broken with an iron device.

They forced her several times to insert the same finger into her sister's pussy and the cops took pictures and masturbated, often cumming on their beautiful, bruised from torture, naked bodies.