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by Jardonn "Has he talked?" "Not yet" was the answer to Mr. S, the 5'7" fat man in charge of the interrogation. He walked to within three feet of his victim, John Higgins, who was suspended by his wrists and stripped to his underwear. "Well, I guess you'll have to soften him up some more." Mr. S stepped aside and motioned to his lead henchman, Bruno, to continue the torture. Bruno had...
by Jardonn "Has he talked?" "Not yet" was the answer to Mr. S, the 5'7" fat man in charge of the interrogation. He walked to within three feet of his victim, John Higgins, who was suspended by his wrists and stripped to his underwear. "Well, I guess you'll have to soften him up some more." Mr. S stepped aside and motioned to his lead henchman, Bruno, to continue the torture. Bruno had...
(Higgins is still chained and stretched while the three lovelies exploit his helpless body.) Higgins could feel that he was getting close to orgasm. If only Juliette would move her gentle hand to the head of his penis, he knew he would cum. Unbeknownst to him; however, Bruno was preparing a machine that would be the focal point of the next torture. A milking machine! Bruno grabbed the man's...
(Higgins is still chained and stretched while the three lovelies exploit his helpless body.) Higgins could feel that he was getting close to orgasm. If only Juliette would move her gentle hand to the head of his penis, he knew he would cum. Unbeknownst to him; however, Bruno was preparing a machine that would be the focal point of the next torture. A milking machine! Bruno grabbed the man's...
by Jardonn This story was inspired by the Poussin painting: "The Martyrdom of St. Erasmus". "What's all the excitement?" "They've captured Davidius. Everyone's going to the castle to see him brought before the king." The haggard woman dropped her sickle. "Does this mean the end of the revolt?" "Their army was scattered by a surprise attack last night. Supposedly they were...
by Jardonn This story was inspired by the Poussin painting: "The Martyrdom of St. Erasmus". "What's all the excitement?" "They've captured Davidius. Everyone's going to the castle to see him brought before the king." The haggard woman dropped her sickle. "Does this mean the end of the revolt?" "Their army was scattered by a surprise attack last night. Supposedly they were...
The sun never shines in the depths of a castle. Davidius was awakened by the sound of keys unlocking his cell door. The first thing he saw was the two female servants who had attended to him all night. He remembered during his heavy slumber their gentle hands massaging and caressing his skin. They had done everything the king had ordered them to do. Although his chest was tender when touched, the...
The sun never shines in the depths of a castle. Davidius was awakened by the sound of keys unlocking his cell door. The first thing he saw was the two female servants who had attended to him all night. He remembered during his heavy slumber their gentle hands massaging and caressing his skin. They had done everything the king had ordered them to do. Although his chest was tender when touched, the...
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