Ok then, I tend to give up as well, because the perceived appreciation is quite disappointing, perhaps not worth the effort.
Torture in San Rosario
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Anyway, as I am already working on a few more images, I will post them to accompany some short stories.
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Additional set of AI Susana:
- Manolo, she is dope. Look at how beautifully her back looks bleeding. I love that she heard our steps from the corridor, and she is expecting worse things to happen.
- When will we finally fuck her?
- She has to speak first. The chief said that if we get too busy with fucking her, we will neglect the confession. And he's right.
- You're the best chick that's come through here, since my transfer here from customs two weeks ago.
- Have mercy on me, your perversion has completely possessed you...
- Speak, and things will become a bit more civilized, not that you won't work as the bitch of the building.
- Manolo, is she still tough?
- I'm tired of masturbating, Juan, I want the puta to talk so I can fuck her.
- About a dozen higher-ranked colleagues are awaiting her confession for the same reason. You will wait a long time in line. Do what you can with your hands now. You can also grop tits and pussy freely.
- When will we finally fuck her?
- She has to speak first. The chief said that if we get too busy with fucking her, we will neglect the confession. And he's right.
- Have mercy on me, your perversion has completely possessed you...
- Speak, and things will become a bit more civilized, not that you won't work as the bitch of the building.
- I'm tired of masturbating, Juan, I want the puta to talk so I can fuck her.
- About a dozen higher-ranked colleagues are awaiting her confession for the same reason. You will wait a long time in line. Do what you can with your hands now. You can also grop tits and pussy freely.
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I am writing a short story in three parts set in San Rosario, and I am using various editing tools to enhance the accompanying AI images.
The ordeal of Blanca Olivarez part 1 of 3
Blanca Olivarez (37) worked as a software engineer at one of the few remaining independent tech companies that dared to challenge the regime's control over information. Every day, she drove to work with a sense of purpose, knowing that her contributions to the company's projects played a crucial role in providing access to uncensored information.
One crisp morning, as Blanca navigated the quiet streets, the eerie silence was abruptly shattered by the wail of sirens. Unmarked black vehicles swarmed the road. Armed soldiers surrounded her car, forcing her to pull over. With a heavy heart, Blanca knew her worst fears were coming true.
As they bound her wrists, she glimpsed the panic in the eyes of her fellow citizens, too afraid to intervene.
They threw her into one of the black vehicles, blindfolded and disoriented. Eventually, they arrived at a grim, nondescript building—the infamous San Rosario's police headquarters.
Inside the dimly lit interrogation room, Blanca's blindfold was removed, revealing the stark reality of her surroundings. The walls seemed to close in on her. Seated across from her was an imposing figure—a high-ranking officer known for his ruthless tactics.
-Do you know who I am?
- Yeah, Captain Rodriguez.
- What else do you know about me?
- That you're a sick person, a torturer.
- Sweetheart, who specifically told you that?
Domingo Rodriguez, an officer in his 60s, overweight and with scars on his face (recognized by Blanca through the mentioned traits), gotten to where he wanted with the third question.
Things were very grim for Blanca. Meanwhile, the two police officers standing next to her kept rubbing her tits, making screams of pleasure.
Rodriguez must have been over 300 lbs (135 kg), almost three times the weight of Blanca. He exploited this characteristic as one of his various interrogation methods on slender women.
He ordered the others to turn off the lights, leaving only a small lamp shining on her face. Blanca was not handcuffed, and that was on purpose. Rodriguez would derive pleasure from the woman's resistance during the forced sexual act.
He fucked her several times, without a condom, and falling with his beastly weight on her body.
Blanca made occasional instinctive attempts to push him back slightly, but overall, she didn't resist. That served as the welcome to the interrogation for Blanca and the initial gift for the torturer. Blanca can only imagine the tortures that will follow, she has not experienced them yet.
The ordeal of Blanca Olivarez part 1 of 3
One crisp morning, as Blanca navigated the quiet streets, the eerie silence was abruptly shattered by the wail of sirens. Unmarked black vehicles swarmed the road. Armed soldiers surrounded her car, forcing her to pull over. With a heavy heart, Blanca knew her worst fears were coming true.
As they bound her wrists, she glimpsed the panic in the eyes of her fellow citizens, too afraid to intervene.
They threw her into one of the black vehicles, blindfolded and disoriented. Eventually, they arrived at a grim, nondescript building—the infamous San Rosario's police headquarters.
-Do you know who I am?
- Yeah, Captain Rodriguez.
- What else do you know about me?
- That you're a sick person, a torturer.
- Sweetheart, who specifically told you that?
Domingo Rodriguez, an officer in his 60s, overweight and with scars on his face (recognized by Blanca through the mentioned traits), gotten to where he wanted with the third question.
Things were very grim for Blanca. Meanwhile, the two police officers standing next to her kept rubbing her tits, making screams of pleasure.
He ordered the others to turn off the lights, leaving only a small lamp shining on her face. Blanca was not handcuffed, and that was on purpose. Rodriguez would derive pleasure from the woman's resistance during the forced sexual act.
He fucked her several times, without a condom, and falling with his beastly weight on her body.
Blanca made occasional instinctive attempts to push him back slightly, but overall, she didn't resist. That served as the welcome to the interrogation for Blanca and the initial gift for the torturer. Blanca can only imagine the tortures that will follow, she has not experienced them yet.
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The ordeal of Blanca Olivarez part 2 of 3
- "What? They hit you in the face without my permission? Who did it?"
Of course, Rodriguez was lying. After the rape, he went to the office on the 1st floor to compile her file and the charges, and to request for her case a full two-month interrogation from the Ministry of National Security.
The two officers assaulted her on his orders: "during the forced sex, she wasn't cooperating entirely."
- "Luv, If those jerks do something to you again while I'm away, let me know. I can't give them confidence anymore; they are taking initiatives they shouldn't".
The whole time the disgusted torturer was telling Blanca these nasty things, his pants were about to tear from his erection. Blanca was 37 years old, she was not an inexperienced little girl, she knew immediately when a man had an erection by looking at her.
The difference was that now the man who had her in his absolute control was more sexually stimulated by her physical pain.
Beyond the little games, however, there was also an investigation.
Blanca had to disclose exactly what she was doing with the company's software, providing access to foreign news sites for a select few citizens of San Rosario. (Normally, all foreign sites were prohibited; the government had set up a locally controlled internet.)
- "So, my little one?"
- "Fuck you asshole"
While hanging on the cross and being lashed, Blanca continuously cursed him, insulted him with the worst words, and questioned his manhood, all to provoke him into losing his composure and shooting her so that she can be freed from the torture.
And when he approached to touch her soft pale skin, as long as she still had some physical strength, she spat on him.
The IT company for which Blanca worked did not cover her at all. 'She did everything on her own, and we apologize for not realizing her activity earlier; she's a clever little bird. Our company is loyal to the government and to President Trujillo.'
They also summoned her boss to the police, a married man in his 50s, 'loyal to his family,' as he claimed in any given instance, who had sexually harassed Blanca multiple times in the office.
- "You already knew from the office that I liked you madly, but you always pretended to be difficult. I hope now with the brave patriots here, you'll be more cooperative and obedient".
Τhroughout the short conversation Blanca was kept on her knees and held by two officers who had pulled down their trousers.
Her boss at work left to return to the comfort of his family and go to the movies with his wife, while beautiful Blanca was about to be subjected to a new torture session.
Without her will, Bianca turned them all on. 'Eres la bomba' one of them whispered to her, putting a finger in her pussy at the same time.
Of course, Rodriguez was lying. After the rape, he went to the office on the 1st floor to compile her file and the charges, and to request for her case a full two-month interrogation from the Ministry of National Security.
The two officers assaulted her on his orders: "during the forced sex, she wasn't cooperating entirely."
- "Luv, If those jerks do something to you again while I'm away, let me know. I can't give them confidence anymore; they are taking initiatives they shouldn't".
The whole time the disgusted torturer was telling Blanca these nasty things, his pants were about to tear from his erection. Blanca was 37 years old, she was not an inexperienced little girl, she knew immediately when a man had an erection by looking at her.
The difference was that now the man who had her in his absolute control was more sexually stimulated by her physical pain.
Blanca had to disclose exactly what she was doing with the company's software, providing access to foreign news sites for a select few citizens of San Rosario. (Normally, all foreign sites were prohibited; the government had set up a locally controlled internet.)
- "So, my little one?"
- "Fuck you asshole"
While hanging on the cross and being lashed, Blanca continuously cursed him, insulted him with the worst words, and questioned his manhood, all to provoke him into losing his composure and shooting her so that she can be freed from the torture.
And when he approached to touch her soft pale skin, as long as she still had some physical strength, she spat on him.
They also summoned her boss to the police, a married man in his 50s, 'loyal to his family,' as he claimed in any given instance, who had sexually harassed Blanca multiple times in the office.
- "You already knew from the office that I liked you madly, but you always pretended to be difficult. I hope now with the brave patriots here, you'll be more cooperative and obedient".
Τhroughout the short conversation Blanca was kept on her knees and held by two officers who had pulled down their trousers.
Her boss at work left to return to the comfort of his family and go to the movies with his wife, while beautiful Blanca was about to be subjected to a new torture session.
Without her will, Bianca turned them all on. 'Eres la bomba' one of them whispered to her, putting a finger in her pussy at the same time.
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The ordeal of Blanca Olivarez part 3 of 3
We will now share a short citation describing a morning of torture. Three years have passed; The traumatic experience in the police headquarters in San Rosario will never be forgotten by Blanca.
"A government computer specialist entered the interrogation room. For some strange reason, as soon as he stepped in, they handed me a skirt to wear. It was the first time since my arrest that I was not completely nude. In the process that followed, this small piece of fabric also tore.
They took me to the courtyard under the hot tropical sun, as they said, 'to get a tan'.
They tied my hands behind my back. Then they hung me. It feels like they are stretching me from all sides. The pain cannot be described. The interrogator told me, 'Provide details to the computer specialist standing in front of you about the technique you used to grant access to banned sites for people'.
The only reason I hadn't spoken until that moment was to keep the identity of the approximately 15 people to whom I had provided foreign internet.
However, it was not possible for me to endure the torture any longer.
I was also very unfortunate because I am a woman, quite attractive as I've been told, and they projected all their sexual perversion onto me.
The two months of the interrogation period were nightmarish every second. I don't even know myself how many times I was sexually violated and by how many.
But after my confession, they limited themselves to the sexual enjoyment on my body, the other physical tortures stopped.
Now that they have set me free, I can't even leave the country, while I am obliged to receive the torturer Rodriguez at my home twice a week and be his whore.
He never uses a condom.
He also smells awful due to lack of washing and abnormal body fat; he stinks.
"Babe, I wash in the body of my female detainees" he told me once, as I covered my nose, about to vomit.
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* the end *
"A government computer specialist entered the interrogation room. For some strange reason, as soon as he stepped in, they handed me a skirt to wear. It was the first time since my arrest that I was not completely nude. In the process that followed, this small piece of fabric also tore.
They took me to the courtyard under the hot tropical sun, as they said, 'to get a tan'.
They tied my hands behind my back. Then they hung me. It feels like they are stretching me from all sides. The pain cannot be described. The interrogator told me, 'Provide details to the computer specialist standing in front of you about the technique you used to grant access to banned sites for people'.
However, it was not possible for me to endure the torture any longer.
I was also very unfortunate because I am a woman, quite attractive as I've been told, and they projected all their sexual perversion onto me.
The two months of the interrogation period were nightmarish every second. I don't even know myself how many times I was sexually violated and by how many.
But after my confession, they limited themselves to the sexual enjoyment on my body, the other physical tortures stopped.
Now that they have set me free, I can't even leave the country, while I am obliged to receive the torturer Rodriguez at my home twice a week and be his whore.
He never uses a condom.
He also smells awful due to lack of washing and abnormal body fat; he stinks.
"Babe, I wash in the body of my female detainees" he told me once, as I covered my nose, about to vomit.
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* the end *
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This is all for now and the likely future. I hope that, apart from those thirsting for visual aspects who yell and complain in the thread because they didn't find the torture they desire (or any torture at all), several others have enjoyed the additional elements and the posts overall.
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-Now you're begging, babe, not to torture you?
-Did you only focus on your studies in the fucking university, or did you do other things in this bordello?
-Sing, bitch, the names, and then a Shakira song.
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Of course, they immediately stripped the girl naked, going all in and saying the nastiest things to her.
Federica was screaming. She has a very tight pussy, and it hurt a lot.
The couple had no involvement in actions against the regime. They simply exploited the report of the perverted eldery neighbor, which they accepted as valid, to torture and fuck the girl in any possible sadistic way. They released Raul within three days, while they kept Federica in detention for 15 days without charging either of them.
"My young rose, you have been beaten black and blue by the regime jerks. What exactly happened there?" the sick neighbor asked as he saw Federica entering the door of the apartment building after her release.
Of course, he knew for sure what they have done to her, he just wanted to hear it from her own pretty mouth, with a perverse interest.
"I'll tell you another time, sorry, sir," the girl answered in a trembling voice, unaware that she had the informer in front of her.
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