Very well put, and it applies to everything he did.
GIMPs in UNIFORM
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Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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Some excellent pictures associations here, good work Navy. Feel free to post more of these.
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The young Egyptian cop thought she could take the terrorists herself. She had no idea that the entire thing was a trap…
She soon found herself in their lair being tortured for information, steel straps binding her to the rough table, each one cutting into her tender skin. As the jolts of power entered her tits, they branded the area just above her pussy with their mark. She screamed and started to drift into unconsciousness… but she felt a needle jab her neck. She was receiving a massive dose of adrenaline to keep her alert for the next round of sexual torture.
She soon found herself in their lair being tortured for information, steel straps binding her to the rough table, each one cutting into her tender skin. As the jolts of power entered her tits, they branded the area just above her pussy with their mark. She screamed and started to drift into unconsciousness… but she felt a needle jab her neck. She was receiving a massive dose of adrenaline to keep her alert for the next round of sexual torture.
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Navy, a super great set of dressed-undressed pics. I wish that other producers of these sets could be as imaginative.
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Slave Rule #1- No matter how bad the pain is, it can always get worse
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She wasn’t a CIA agent, but that didn’t matter to them… she was a pilot on one of the un-marked 727s that everyone knew was operated by the agency. So she had to know something. And if nothing else, the video of her torture would be a signal that the dictatorship was not to be fucked with in Colombia…
First Officer Kimmie McLaren slumped in her bonds following the latest round of whipping. Her sweat provided a nice sheen for the cameras, and highlighted the red welts that swelled on her tender and taut skin. Kimmie trembled in fear, her throat parched from dehydration and screaming for the past 15 minutes. Her stretched joints jolted with sharp bolts of pain, and her pussy still dripped from the cum of the gang rape.
Through her tears, she saw the men retreat to the other room, leaving her in her misery; and In her mind she believed that the worst had to be over. What she didn’t know was the faint sounds of clanking and squeaking of wheels was the equipment cart being readied for her next round of horror. When the door opened again, and she saw what was coming, disbelief turned to panic and she started thrashing in her restraints, the chain links of the spreader bar clanking in the otherwise quiet room.
“NO - NOOOOOO!!!! OH GOD PLEASE NO!!!! I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!! HAVE MERCY - PLEASE!!! POR FAVOR NO!!!!”
But the long needle plunged into her neck, releasing its cold stream of adrenaline, juicing the victim to high alertness so that she would fully experience the next round. The long, thick penis gag was thrust into her protesting and quivering mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. Her wet, matted hair hung partially on her pretty face and the man slapped it away, jolting her entire body with the force of the blow.
Kimmie’s eyes went wide as she saw the girth of the electrified probe and its arcing and sparking as it was being turned up via the rheostat on the box it was connected to. As it neared her bare, slick abdomen she screamed into the gag, its penis shape deep in her throat making the sound only a pitiful intermittent squeak.
As the first burst of electrical horror entered her body through her navel, Kimmie released her bladder onto the cold cement floor, adding to the pool of sweat, semen and blood beneath her.
First Officer McClaren, CIA, was just beginning her interrogation and torture deep in the Colombian jungle.
First Officer Kimmie McLaren slumped in her bonds following the latest round of whipping. Her sweat provided a nice sheen for the cameras, and highlighted the red welts that swelled on her tender and taut skin. Kimmie trembled in fear, her throat parched from dehydration and screaming for the past 15 minutes. Her stretched joints jolted with sharp bolts of pain, and her pussy still dripped from the cum of the gang rape.
Through her tears, she saw the men retreat to the other room, leaving her in her misery; and In her mind she believed that the worst had to be over. What she didn’t know was the faint sounds of clanking and squeaking of wheels was the equipment cart being readied for her next round of horror. When the door opened again, and she saw what was coming, disbelief turned to panic and she started thrashing in her restraints, the chain links of the spreader bar clanking in the otherwise quiet room.
“NO - NOOOOOO!!!! OH GOD PLEASE NO!!!! I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!! HAVE MERCY - PLEASE!!! POR FAVOR NO!!!!”
But the long needle plunged into her neck, releasing its cold stream of adrenaline, juicing the victim to high alertness so that she would fully experience the next round. The long, thick penis gag was thrust into her protesting and quivering mouth and buckled tightly behind her head. Her wet, matted hair hung partially on her pretty face and the man slapped it away, jolting her entire body with the force of the blow.
Kimmie’s eyes went wide as she saw the girth of the electrified probe and its arcing and sparking as it was being turned up via the rheostat on the box it was connected to. As it neared her bare, slick abdomen she screamed into the gag, its penis shape deep in her throat making the sound only a pitiful intermittent squeak.
As the first burst of electrical horror entered her body through her navel, Kimmie released her bladder onto the cold cement floor, adding to the pool of sweat, semen and blood beneath her.
First Officer McClaren, CIA, was just beginning her interrogation and torture deep in the Colombian jungle.
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