tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38961604603618842392012-02-15T23:16:14.242-08:00Erotic Inquisition Bondage and TorturePolly Plummerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00094048549496941554noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3896160460361884239.post-35041671437645689682011-11-13T22:01:00.000-08:002011-11-14T19:49:55.234-08:00

The Accusation "Come in, Marisa," Frank stood as the young brunette was ushered into the basement office of the corporate security head. Marisa was nervous, wondering why she had been called downstairs to Frank's office. She saw her boss, Alice, sitting to the side. Marisa was a 23 year old tall brunette, with a cute round face freckled lightly and a perfect body that she liked to subtly use to

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A story of human meat and cannibalism Vicky trudged down the steps of the administration building of the University, where she had just come from a meeting with her advisor. The sight of the Soylent Farms van earlier in the day had shaken her up. Just a year earlier she had decided to sign a meat contract with Soylent Farms in exchange for a fully funded education. For her, it was the only

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In my travels I have been presented with a wide variety of implements designed to encourage reticent heretics to talk, and to repent. In the case where all these fail, the eventual need is to punish and execute the heretic. While not my primary purpose, I have also been called upon to assist in the punishment of those that had been accused of treachery and treason against the crown. I had the

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The next day Claire returned to the cell which held Magda. She flipped up the heavy switch which turned on the interior light, inserted and turned the key in the heavy lock, and swung the metal door open with a creak.The stench from inside would have made her turn and leave had she not been prepared. The cell smelled of urine, feces, sweat, and blood. Magda sat strapped to the straight metal

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The girl was short, maybe about five feet tall, and thin. Her tights showed long muscular legs and the fur lined jacket fitted her upper body well, showing well proportioned breasts.Her face was unique; cute, very cute. But there was something old, experienced about it. Smooth and pretty, with a slightly upturned nose and good, kissable lips, and just a few freckles to round out the look. Silky

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Magda sat in the dark, tied to the hard metal chair, unable to move. She sat in the dried urine that had pooled on the chair and covered her legs, forced from her by the sadistic interrogator, Claire. She was naked, and the concrete cell was cold.She had no idea how long she had been there. The chair was far from an ideal place to sleep, its hard flat surfaces preventing any sort of comfort. She

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With a sudden shove from behind, Magda tripped and fell onto the concrete floor of her new cell. The cold floor was unyielding as she lay on it, arms behind her back and legs twisted in an awkward position from her fall. Footsteps sounded next to her and with a quick yank the hood was untied and removed from her head.She raised her head slightly to look around at the first things she had been

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Nala was a beautiful woman. This was unusual in the area of her village; because of poverty, disease, poor nutrition and the ravages of battles with the neighboring marauders, most people were not that lucky. But Nala had smooth skin, breasts that stood high and pointed out, an oval face that smiled with no blemishes but the few freckles she bore. Her slim body shape had a healthy and energetic

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In the small village of Hamlen, I was privy to participating in the oldest and one of the most relied upon forms of test to determine the guilt or innocence of witches. Clearly, witches are different creatures than humans, having been invaded and changed by the devil, as well as being under the protection of Satan himself.Examination for the mark is one of the basic requirements before any

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The king had ordered it. She was to be tortured. Not interrogated, but tortured until the life escaped from her body and she was no more. Not really something I did most of the time. I interrogated, squeezing information from unwilling witnesses, heretics, and foul witches. Simple execution... this was not my area, unless the expiration of the condemned as part of the interrogation and

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misThe visit to Idaho Falls was turning sour. This enclave was a little strange, to say the least. Standing in the courtroom downtown, it felt as if I was being railroaded in some southern state. So they had caught me. I had actually violated the sexual awareness act, which called for proactive understanding of all forms of sexuality. I didn't have my Transgender Experience Certificate. I

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In our last city, Nuremberg, I had commissioned and received a special device, made to my specifications. This device was based on one observed in use in Madrid; simple enough to make and easy to use, it looked like a child's toy. A small sphere had several holes punched in it, and was attached to a handle. Eager to try this new device, we traveled to the next city where we were expected.Our

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Punishment. There is a basic principle that must be upheld, and it is the duty of the interrogator and jailor alike to deliver punishment to those that would tear apart the fabric of our society. I never knew her name; she was convicted of heresy against both the church and the king, in the town of Saint Malo. She had been held in the prison cells below the city wall for several days after

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It was hot and my naked body was slick with sweat. I was laying on my back on the bed, legs up and over the hips of George, the best endowed of all the students on the field trip to Jamaica. I still remember that moment like it was today– the heat between our bodies like fire, his straining and grunting as he thrust into me, my pussy spread wide by his cock which sank deep inside, deeper

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She was such a lovely girl. Tall, willowy, with long dark hair and thin muscular body. Her clothes were in tatters, showing more flesh than would be appropriate on the street. Here, in the prison, it was just the start. Her face was difficult to see, for she hung her head and her hair fell forward. Lifting her head up by the chin revealed a long face with full lips, a cute nose and blue eyes.

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I love Madrid, the center of so much, the focus of so many. Spanish women have a fiery way about them, one that leads them to defy just authority and seek out evil paths for their own personal gain. She was a young woman of about 18 or 19, adult but as yet unblemished by the ravages of childbirth. Long, wild, raven black hair hung in soft, large waves about her face and over her shoulders. Her

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While I have always practiced my skills in the effort to persuade reticent or evil persons to confess or provide information, my experiences took me to a number of places where I was able to observe executions. My personal preference is not to involve myself in the slow and painful executions of the condemned, but rather to persuade; though it is true that my methods sometimes result in the

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I could not believe my luck. Yes, I had violated federal law; this time by overriding the climate control in my house to cool it to 75 instead of 80. It did not seem like such a big deal, but I was prosecuted for global vandalism and natural resource hoarding. I mean, what kind of horrible thing had I done? According to the prosecutor, it was the most serious of crimes. It wasn’t just a crime

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While my role in purifying our church from the influence and evil of witches and heretics has been limited to persuasion and retribution, I have been present to see many executions of the condemned. Such executions can be swift and merciful, but traditionally, executions are an agonizing public display and warning to others. The most common form of execution for condemned witches, and

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Once again I awoke to the horrible heat, close air and hard ground of a basement cell of the prison. This time it was in the chamber to which I had been dragged, lighted with torches, larger than my cell. There, off to the side of the room, was the simple wooden table that was designed to tear apart a human body. My human body. I lay on the ground, feeling the aches and pains of the abuse over

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I awoke in a cell, which I believe to be the same cell in which I had previously been held in irons. It was difficult to tell, because it was so dark, but after crawling around a bit I found bits of cloth that I believe were what was left of my torn dress. It was cold, and I covered my naked and suffering body as best I could. The dirt on the floor covered a hard, uneven stone which dug into

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The irons holding my legs apart, my arms in front of me and my head bent over in a rigid position were designed to minimize movement. They succeeded at this task excepti0nally well, as I was unable to lay down, wriggle across the floor, or even lean my head back against the wall. My entire body was fixed in place and unable to move. The result was cramping. Horrible cramping, my arms, legs and

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It came without warning. Before I knew what was happening, four men had surrounded me and a hood had been thrown over my head. I have been raped before, but never felt as helpless as I did with that cloth sack over my head, and arms gripped by strong men. I panicked, of course. The bile rose in my throat like burning acid as I struggled against the strong arms. I was dragged a short way and then

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How sad it is when a member of the church has reached the depths of depravity and must be punished. While my specialty and that of my mentor has always been the interrogation of apostate, rebellious and evil deviants, we have on occasion performed our duties for the simple punishment of the transgressors. Thus, we have used interrogation techniques and torture to the purpose of simply

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"How on earth did you pull this one off?"George shook his head. "Hey, Kev, you know my methods are secret. Let's just say I have a friend that new someone."Once again, George has managed to get us in someplace that no one normally could enter. A tour through a Level 3 Prisoner Storage Facility.We knew they existed, but what exactly went on in one was not publicized. Being able to get in and see

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A most popular and effective device for many prisons is the Torture Chair. While it has always seemed to me to be an excess in expense and too elaborate and unwieldy, it has been adopted by so many that I could not fail to use it when available. The chair for most is a place of rest, a device for supporting us when we tire and wish no longer to stand. For the victims in prison, the torture chair

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A new practice began making its way in certain countries during during the time I spent in France. This practice was primarily used as a punishment, especially for women of unruly or unseemly character, though I also found it useful as a form of persuasion. This technique was called “Dunking”, and is a variation on the method of drowning, and a form of water torture. I do not think that it

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Judas - the ultimate betrayer. Conspirator of Satan. Trusted adviser, and the final traitor.He hung himself, far too kind an end for this heretic. Thus it is that a number of devices have been named after him.The Judas cradle represents the reverse, backward, inverted nature of the soft comforting cradle holding and securing the infant. Its inherent unnatural nature, representative of the

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“Kevin, you won’t believe this. She did it again.” “Who?” Kevin was puzzled.“Miss Brown. She did it again. Stole some money, got caught.”Kevin laughed, and shook his head. “That’s so weird. What are they gonna do, whip her again?”“Well..” I said, looking at the paper, “apparently, she is going to be caned.”Kevin grabbed the paper from me, and read, his jaw dropping slow. “We are sooo…. gonna get

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Surely one of the most common techniques used to punish and interrogate female prisoners has been the breast press. It has several advantages. It focuses on torture of a non-vital part of the body, in fact, the breasts can be pressed, mangled and shredded with little harm to the rest of the body. This allows for longer periods of interrogation and is a good choice when the prisoner may need to be

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The practice of public humiliation and disgrace has been one of the most common, and most effective means of punishment in modern times. The pillory is a common example of this, and while not usually inflicting much pain, it can be humiliating and rather uncomfortable. A most unusual example of this practice was observed in the town of Trieste, where the pillory was in common use in the side

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Journeys through the various parishes of Europe on the Church’s business would sometimes lead us to small towns. These towns did not have the prison and examination facilities of the larger cities. This was a problem, because these smaller towns had just as bad a problem with sedition, witchery and apostasy, if not worse. Our services and knowledge were frequently welcomed in such smaller

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I have learned such important lessons about human nature during my work throughout the church, about fear and desire, pain and submission.One of the most important lessons has been that torture and persuasion is as much in the mind as it is in the body. The key is to demonstrate the horror that awaits, to illustrate it and bring it close to the victim, so the victim can taste death in her mouth,

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Our journeys took us to many different cities throughout Europe, and we were fortunate enough to become familiar with many types of examination and execution techniques. Because we traveled so much, we gathered significant information and knowledge of devices and techniques which served to loosen tongues and bring about adequate punishment for the guilty.In the town of Rennes, we were pleased to

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I take pride in my profession of inquisitor and examiner, and as such I am sometimes appalled at the useless energy, lack of style, and failure to produce results of many techniques used by so many. How many times have I seen a victim beaten or whipped? Yes, these may eventually produce the desired results, but with such effort, and with no class at all. So of ten much effort is expended on a

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Properly equipped examination rooms, dungeons or jails are sometimes difficult to find throughout France. Considering the difficulty in keeping the faithful parishioners safe from evil, debauchery, witchcraft, heresy and sedition, I sometimes wonder how the Church maintains its authority at all at times. It seems there are examples of horrible evil lying hidden in every town I visited. Such

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It was late spring when we arrived at the city of Bilbao. Spain had seen much upheaval in the recent months, and a stern discipline was required to bring the populace back in order. We visited on behalf of the church, but our expertise was requested by the local governor. Eager to help, we met with him in the late afternoon. I recall this clearly, he served a most delightful red wine with

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The following pages are translated from a manuscript discovered in a basement archive of York Minster, England. They appear to be the autobiographical experiences of an assistant to various torturers for the church in rome during the late 16th century, though the exact dates of the experiences are unknown. There is some debate of how accurate these writings really are, as there are passages that

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“I got the tickets!” Kevin said breathlessly. “You are kidding! Really? Shit, man, do you think we will get away with this? This is amazing!” I was still having trouble believing it. Ever since Kevin said that he knew someone at the justice department that would be able to get some tickets to a public whipping, I had been anticipating it. When our history teacher, Miss Brown, had been arrested

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