Torture in San Rosario

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Reworked, photorealistic

Reworked, cartoonized

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Reworked, photorealistic

Reworked, cartoonized

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Of course, half of the male population in the island sees her and masturbates, because they know what they'll do to her afterward. Here in the studio, just before the TV show begins, lights prepared.

Trying to use AI )

But I believe that in public she should remain a proud and independent Western woman. This is a different class of whores than the local cunts. It's like tourists in Cuba or Mexico. Many locals would love to rape and torture these bitches in tight shorts and cutoff tops. But they can't because it's a different class. While some of these bitches are masturbating about how they are going to jail and being tortured and raped by the local guards. While their husbands work in banks or leading companies, discussing transactions worth millions of dollars in meetings. That is why in this secret “harem” they are tortured, but not to the point of death or permanent damage. And they don’t hit them in the face, because they still need to be returned home. Or used as a toy for some local government officials.

(Returning to your my fantasy.) Some husbands prefer not to think about it at all. I knew a large contractor who wanted to build a power plant on a local river. But to get this contract, he needed the approval of a Supreme Court judge. He was stuck for several months, losing money on it. Until one day we were at a barbecue at his villa and my wife met his wife and daughter. In fact, all this was organized. Because a couple of days ago my wife spent an entire night being this judge's whipping toy. And she returned home with terrible whip marks all over her body. But it was worth it because I was told to pass on the advice to the contractor. And of course, extra money.

And so we chat with the contractor’s wife, a beautiful older blonde. We sip wine and exchange local rumors. There was a lot of wine, and at some point we start discussing very dirty and exciting things. Thanks to my wife. We discussed the problems of her husband and the judge personality. And my wife commented that he is old but still very sexually active and a horrible pervert. She said that she saw him cum seven times a night in the mouths of beautiful slaves. The contractor's wife opened her eyes wide and asked how she knew all this? And my wife told her with a perverted smile that it was because she had been hanging naked in the basement in chains in front of him all night. And the judge didn't even fuck her. He has many slaves who suck his dick. But he had heard stories about a white brunette with short hair. So much of a masochist that she loved a good whipping. He wanted to break her personally. So he booked my wife for one night. And of course, she was delivered to him.

The blonde gasped in shock and asked if I knew about this? I tell her - not as much as I wanted to. I missed the entire middle section, when the judge tortured my wife. But that was part of the agreement. Then my wife corrected me: “Order! I was ordered as a good, and you delivered me. Packed as demanded in the order.” I saw the shocked blonde bite her lip in excitement when she heard this. Yes, my wife was ordered as a whip toy. She was not going to be fucked that night, only whipped. And she wasn't allowed to speak at all. I personally drove my wife to his home. And then walked her to the basement, dressed only in a leather harness and with a wooden horse bit in her mouth. On a leash and chained. We met with the judge in a very well equipped torture chamber. He sat in a chair, wearing only a robe. A beautiful slave served him wine. He greeted me by raising his glass. And I greeted him, forcing my wife to kneel in front of him. He stood up and walked around my kneeling wife, examining her carefully. He's a little doubtful of her stamina. In his opinion, she was too fragile to withstand a whole night of torture. But I assured him that he shouldn't worry about it at all. He should just enjoy whipping her as much and as long as he pleases.

At this point of the story, the blonde wife sat down on the sofa in front of us and began to openly move and spread her legs. It was obvious that she was very excited listening to all this. We were in a small closed alcove where no one could see us and where we could talk freely and confidentially. I told her how, at the request of the judge, I removed the entire harness from my wife. Leaving only the gag in his mouth. The judge ordered her to stand, spread her legs and put her hands behind her head. He examined her body and roughly felt it with his hands. Face, tits, muscles, pussy. He saw that she was already wet and smiled. He then ordered me to cuff my wife's wrists to leather handcuffs attached to the ceiling. And hang her in a torture position. I used a winch to lift my wife's body into the air. She was lifted a couple of feet off the floor and spinning helplessly. I saw the judge already selecting a whip from a large collection on the wall. I stopped her spinning by holding her hips and kissed her stomach. For the last time this evening I enjoyed the strong smell of her hot, dripping cunt. “Be strong, my love! Try not to pass out too often. And do everything to satisfy the desires of this wonderful gentleman!” Already leaving the torture chamber, I heard the first whistle of the whip and how my wife hissed in pain.

“You are an amazing husband!” The contractor's blonde wife was already openly and without any shame caressing her pussy. “Weren’t you jealous, leaving her in the hands of another man? Especially this sadist and pervert? I told her that I really liked it. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay and watch her suffering in detail as spectator. Or, on the contrary, it was an additional piquant excitement, not knowing what this sadist was now doing with my wife. The blonde had already lowered her dress and was caressing her pussy in front of us without hesitation. She asked if she could see my wife's body? My wife threw off her dress without question and showed off her naked body with marks from the whip. It was still horrible, but exciting. Some of the tracks were black, some were still blue. She recovered very quickly. The contractor's wife began asking her everything about that night, pointing out various marks. My wife began to fidget and explain to her how this or that trail appeared. With details like: “here he whipped me with a wire, and I squealed like a pig.” She said she was disappointed that she didn't get fucked. But sometimes she even likes to be just an object for torture. But she reassured the blonde that in 99 cases out of 100 she would be fucked: “roughly, properly and more than she can bear.” At that moment, the contractor's wife screamed in orgasm. Having rested a little, she apologized, but asked to continue the story. My wife, standing naked in front of her, simply smiled and continued. She said it was very violent and exciting. She hung in the same position all night. As if not a woman, but a dummy for torture and flogging. He tested all his whips on her body. Some of them were very cruel, tearing her skin until it bled. But this only excited her tormentor even more. His slave and another one served in this torture session, bringing whips, dousing her with cold water when she lost consciousness. And to wash the blood from the body. And of course, they sucked the judge’s dick when he ordered. She lost consciousness several times. And once even wet herself from the extreme pain. When the judge saw this, he came in the mouth of one of the slaves, screaming in ecstasy. The judge tormented her all night, but sometimes even he got tired. Usually when he came after some particularly painful torture. Making her squeal in pain. Then he would leave her hanging on the chains, conscious or unconscious, while he went to get some cold drinks or just relax. Then he returned, and she again began to squirm and scream in sweet agony.

The blonde asked her about this agony. And my wife explained to her that this was an unforgettable pleasure. She told her that under torture you experience terrible pain. And pleasure. And you don't feel human anymore. You scream, beg and are ready to do anything to make the torture stop. And when they are stopped, even temporarily, you are simply in love with your tormentor! You are ready to do anything to please your torturer! No moral restrictions, you are ready to be the dirtiest whore! And do whatever they order, experiencing great pleasure from it. And then the torture begins again. And this makes you understand again that you are not a person here, you are a thing, an animal! But when you return home, you begin to dream of experiencing it again and again. This is pleasure that goes beyond simple sex.

At this point of the story we were already naked and I started kissing the blonde. While my wife started moving very slowly on my dick. The blonde sat on my chest and started kissing my wife. But she asked me to continue. How did I feel when I took my wife back? And how I found her? I said that in the morning I just arrived at the judge’s mansion. And then went to the basement, as we agreed. At this moment my wife should have been lying on the floor unconscious or maybe even dead. Broken and thrown away by her tormentor. I felt how the blonde’s pussy began to pulsate from these words. The judge did not believe that my slender wife would survive this night and satisfy all his desires. But when I began to go down the narrow stone stairs, I heard whipping blows and female squeals. When I opened the door, I saw a beautiful picture! My wife was still where I left her - suspended from the ceiling, chained. But her beautiful, tight body was covered with terrible bruises and bloody marks from the whips. She danced like crazy, raised her legs high and screamed like mad. The judge stood in front of her naked, with his penis erect, and whipped her body with a long rubber hose. He beat her with all his might on her tits, on her thighs, and when her legs were spread, on her pussy. The wife jumped and squirmed like a fish on a hook.

"Shit! Is it already time?” He was disappointed, but threw the hose away. My wife's body stopped the dance. She hung helplessly on the chain, quietly crying and moaning in pain. I smiled and invited the judge not to stop and end his fun. But he laughed and said to me in a friendly tone: “Nope! Seven orgasms! I’m devastated! Your wife is amazing! I thought that by the middle of the night I would already be bored. And she will hang like a lifeless meat carcass on this chain. But look at her! The bitch is alive and still full of energy! If I were younger, I could continue torturing her for another whole day!" He helped me lower her body to the floor. And the naked and tired slave doused her with cold water for the last time. “You are lucky to have such a wife! She's worth every dollar I spent on this night and more!" At this moment I had already removed the gag and leather shackles from my beauty. And then she found the strength to crawl and kneel before the judge. Who still had a strong erection as he admired her tormented body. She put her hands behind her back and said tenderly: “Can this dirty whore thank you for a wonderful night of torment and pain? Which you deigned to give to this filthy body?” The judge said nothing. He just looked at the naked girl with whom he had just done whatever he wanted. But my wife kissed his dick and began humiliatingly thanking him for all the incredible sweet torture he gave her. She begged him to buy her again and use more of his toys on her. And perhaps, if she gives him enough pleasure, he will deign to take advantage of her unworthy cunt. After that, the judge could not resist and poured his sperm on her face. “Fucking cunt!” He hit her so hard that she fell to the floor. “You made me cum again! Do you want to kill me, whore? Take her away!” With these words he left. And I saw my wife smiling.

At that moment the blonde jumped on my face. And both girls started kissing furiously and jumping on me. And we're all came. After a short rest, the blonde told her wife in a sad voice: “You are so happy! You can experience these wild adventures, and your husband lets you! Mine never lets me experience something like that!” And the wife smiled and said: “Well, about that...”

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MMmmm!
This one is looked like my whore under good torture!

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Hmm, my English writing is bad. I need to utilize ChatGPT for correction.

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Hmm, my English writing is bad. I need to utilize ChatGPT for correction.

I also do "correct grammar and syntax". However, the issue arises when corrections tend to be overly formal, which is why a prompt for 'correct grammar in informal language' would be more suitable. Nonetheless, XXX language is virtually censored, even more so regarding descriptions of 'violence and torture'. Too clean for our taste.

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Hmm, my English writing is bad. I need to utilize ChatGPT for correction.

I also do "correct grammar and syntax". However, the issue arises when corrections tend to be overly formal, which is why a prompt for 'correct grammar in informal language' would be more suitable. Nonetheless, XXX language is virtually censored, even more so regarding descriptions of 'violence and torture'. Too clean for our taste.

Do you like my improved story?

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Oh yes, but fantasies between people never completely align. Since I can't create an entire series, I'll aim to visualize some excerpts.

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There is a clear uncanny valley effect in them. Because they are trying to bee too photo-realistic, but they are too obvious AI pictures. They looks not like photos and not like pictures. I more like those cartooned ones, because they are looks like hentai. And everybody love hentai.

But of course, photorealistic AI technique does not mean that the creation tries to deceive the viewer into thinking it is a real photograph.

It is not a drawing, it is not a photograph (although sometimes the viewer can be tricked), it is something else that stands on its own, like creations made with Poser, for example. AI occupies a unique space, distinct from both traditional artistic creations and actual photographs.

Regarding the subject of torture, and always speaking broadly and not about exceptions, digital art provides greater freedom than classical photography, yet it has many more limitations than handcrafted creations.

I'm not saying anything new, but the essence lies in what the imagination grasps in any visual representation, digital/handcrafted art or real photography. Those solely hungry for visuals won't find lasting satisfaction, regardless of the type of image.

That's why I typically pair pictures with captions or even short stories, frequently playing with the concepts of "before" and "after".

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3 versions of a reworked orphan.
Controlled fire in a shack-warehouse that is no longer needed, but a good opportunity for the tough detainee to be terrified, (photorealistic).

Anguish, explosions, torturer's glove, (cartooned).

Female cop on left, lipstick off, beaten and cigarette burned face in interrogation, (photorealistic).