On a morning, they got us out of the cell and they took us to the shower-room.
- You well clean and good make-up for interrigation.
Interrogation ? We didn't understand. But there was nothing to understand. We just had to be subjected:
the cold shower becoming hot;
the vigorous scrubbing;
the making-up ;
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then the dressing, a sort of uniform, a gag, a blindfold, handcuffs and a spreader bar between the ankles ....
- Davaï, davaï...
... to the interrogation room, on the leash, ours legs hobbled, ... |
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... to be sat and chained on a sort of seat with a saddle and a dildo.
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| We stayed here during what it seemed many hours. |
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Then they came back and they undressed us. The interrogation and the trial were very quick. They pointed you:
Baba guilty ! |
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They sat you on the electric chair. You moaned when the plug forced your anus. You moaned yet when they put electrodes on your head. I heard the man explaining you the role of the dildo, infact like the plug. He pushed it into you: you gulped with fright.
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| Then I could see nothing, the other man had grabbed my hair, forcing his member in my gapping mouth. |
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I have heard the clap of the switch, then your scream distorted by the gag.
And the laughs of the two brutes.
You were not dead. The two monsters had adjusted the generator at the lowest level. Despite the bonds you were jolting to the rythm of the generator.
They left you on the chair during a long time. Little by little, your screams changed into groans then into hootings. The electric chair took you to the border of orgasm. |
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They untied me and pushed me in front of you.
You suck bud is pink. You finish tigress.
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Later, back in "our" cell...
Please... I... I beg you, make me love.
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to be continued...
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