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From: "Steven S. Davis" <sd@magenta.com>
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Subject: Selected Images, #1 (NC, torture)
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My "Images" (a term I stole from Suki) are short ideas, images,
and sketches written for the amusement of and offered as tribute 
to my Liege and Lady.  A few selections follow.  They are generally 
cruel and nonconsensual and of interest only to sickphuxs, so please 
read no further if such doesn't appeal to you.

The Images are impurely the products of a warped imagination, and
should not be seen as a reflection of the scene, nor should they be 
imitated by anyone not interested in a protracted term as the ward 
of the state.

Steven S. Davis

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Prisoner's Dilemma

This pretty young lady is walking down a street when she suddenly finds
herself hemmed in by some very mean looking teenage boys with knives who
hustle her off the street and down an alley where a number of their fellow
gang members are hanging out.  After displaying her, sometimes by forcing
her to strike poses, sometimes by tugging her about and making her stand
on tiptoes by pulling on her long hair; and feeling her up, roughly, they
decide that this should be shared with the rest of the gang.  So they make
her sit in a cardboard box, blindfolded but not bound, and tell her that
they are going to find the rest of the gang and bring them back so the
whole gang can train her.  If she cooperates, they won't hurt her more than
they need to when they rape her, and they'll let her go when they finish.
Cooperating includes staying in the box,  keeping the blindfold on till
they come back, and keeping quiet.

But if they have to track her down, they're going to all rape her, then
they'll skin her alive, then pour alcohol over her and set her on fire.
She then hears the gang leaving.

So what does she do ?  Is she being watched ?  Are they waiting at the
ends of the alley ?  If she stays she'll be gang-raped, but she may - may,
for she doesn't really trust her captors - survive; if she leaves, or even
removes the blindfold or asks if anyone is there, and it's observed, she's
going to die a horrible death.  They will certainly catch her again if she
or the alley is being watched.

What does the lovely prisoner do ?  Take a chance that it's a mind game
and she can walk out unharmed, knowing what will happen if she's wrong,
or wait for them to come back, with the certainty of horrible suffering
and a possiblity of death ?
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"Surrender, Dorothy ! 

Dorothy is working late one night, as she often does.  She's alone in the
office, everyone else having left on time.  Her phone rings, and when she
answers, a female voice says "I have something you need to hear, Mrs. Gale.
It's very important that you stay calm. Now listen".  Next she hears her
son saying "Mommy, this is Ryan...", only to have the phone snatched away.
"He's fine for now, Dorothy", a male voice says. "He isn't the one we want;
you are the one we want.  If you want him to stay fine, you'll put the
phone on you desk and immediately go to your car. Don't stop for anything.
We want no one else involved; if you want you son to stay healthy, you'll
call no one and say nothing to anyone. If you aren't outside in two minutes
you probably won't ever see your son again, and if you do see him, you'll
wish you hadn't.  If you say a word to the anyone you'll never see him
again.  There will be more instructions at your car.  Now get your pretty
ass in motion".  She's panicky, but still in control, and drops the phone,
graps her coat and purse and runs for the exit.

She's out the door barely in time and hurries past the gate, rudely
ignoring the guard's "good night".  When she gets to her car she finds
instructions to drive to a remote phone booth, and wait for a call.  It
will be a long time.  She's to stand by the phone but not touch it until
it rings.  She drives to the spot and scurries to the phone.  It rings,
and she pounces on it. A third voice, also male, says "Take your coat and
jacket off; we're going to be watching you and checking for surveillance
and tails for a while before we call again, and we want something pretty
to look at".  "Ryan...", she says, but the phone clicks.  She leans against
the booth, trembling, her hands tightly gripping the receiver, for a time,
then walks back to the car and deposits her grey raincoat and tweed jacket,
and goes back to wait by the phone in her light pink blouse, short black
skirt, and shiny black high heels (didn't the nuns teach her about those;
however, her feet move too much as she stamps and turns and paces anxiously
around the phone for any of the binoculars or the rifle scope following her
to get a good enough look to prove the point).  As the hours pass the
pleasant autumn afternoon passes to a chilly autumn night, and Dorothy
stands shivering in the chill, but dare not put anything on.  The spot
where she stands seems to be the only lighted spot in blocks; the moon is
dark tonight, all the other streetlights are out save the one above her,
and this desolate section contains nothing but darkened factories and
warehouses. So odd to find a working phone here; it looks like it was
recently repaired.  The hours passed with Dorothy alone in her tiny circle
of light, knowing that they were out there, knowing they could be quite
close, somewhere close by in the deep dark that surrounded her, and still
no contact, as Dorothy's tension grew and her breathing became tight and
her heart pounded, and she started to cry in fear and frustration, and
the phone rang.

"Shut up, bitch", the woman's voice said.  "You ask no questions, you
just obey if you want your son to live.  Drive into the park; there will
be an envelop with instructions taped to the pillar near the entrance".
She ran to her car and sped to the park, where she found the instructions
telling her to drive a distance into the park, then get out and walk.
Following her directions, she drove to the spot, then started walking
through the park, which was empty after dark, hoping desperately that
she met no muggers or rapists who would detain her.  She came at last
to a public restroom, long closed but it's locked doors busted open by
the druggies who often came there to smoke and shoot up.  An unexpected
light came from the building, which had probably frightened off those
who would normally be using the spot.  Entering the space, she was
struck by the filth and odor, the building having several layers of
dirt on the walls and floors, the smoke stains and ashes of many fires,
and a considerable accumulation of piss, shit, and jizz mingling with
the garbage and needles littering the floor.  Save in one spot, where
the garbage had been swept aside (though the dirt remained), and four
rings placed in the floor, each with a cuff and chain attached to it,
with a black bag laying on the ground between them.

There's a light hanging from a hook on the way, running off a battery to
which is taped another envelope with "Dorothy" written on it.  She snatches
the envelope and reads the instructions.  "We'll collect you tomorrow
morning; you will wait here until then.  You will remove all your clothes,
light the fire prepared on the wall to your right, and set the timer on
this generator to ten minutes.  You will then take the dildo gag out of
the bag and fasten it in your mouth, sit down, lock the cuffs on your
ankles, lock the left wrist cuff about your wrist, put the bag over your
head and pull the drawstrings, then find the other cuff and lock it on
your right wrist.  Once the light goes out the druggies will begin to
arrive; they probably won't try to help you, refuse their help if they
do.  Some of them will try to rape you; do not protest.  If anyone asks
to fuck you, say yes.  Don't worry about disease; when it's our turn
to fuck you we'll use condoms, so we won't catch any, and you'll die 
when you no longer react amusingly enough to our tortures, so you
needn't worry about what you might catch.  It won't kill you.  We
will, if you stay".

"We are watching the building, but no one will interfer if you leave;
we'll even gurantee you that no assailants will bother you on your
way back to your car, which we've been watching, so it will still be
there.  You can leave safely and we'll not bother you again.  But if
you leave, we will skin Ryan alive, cut off his fingers, toes, and
penis, then cauterize the wounds so he doesn't bleed to death, and
impale him on a spit, then roast him.  We'll send you his digits in
the mail.  A Gale is going to suffer a terrible death; we'd rather
it was you, but you make the choice".

As she read the note, Dorothy slumped against, then slid down the wall,
oblivious to it's filth.  She sat on the floor, trembling, curled into
a ball knees pulled up and head down, the note clutched tightly in her
hand as she wept and struggled with her choice.
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The Walk

The woman walked down the empty streets on her way home from work.  Her
second shift job kept her till after most people in her little town
are in bed.  As she walked down the empty street a van drives along,
slowing slightly as it passes her, then speeding up and turning at the next
corner.  A few minutes later a van very much like the first one passed
her, very slowly, then turned a corner.  She was a little spooked by this,
but when nothing happened for the next several minutes she relaxed a bit.
Being scoped out is annoying, and sometimes a little scary, but someone
as pretty as her had it happen too often to waste much energy getting
upset about it.

Then she heard wheels on the quiet road behind her, and turned back to look
and her heart jumped to her throat as she sees the same van stopping a half
block behind her and four men getting out.  Four males actually, boys
rather than men, but each of them bigger than her.  She started walking
faster; telling herself not to look back, don't look scared, don't
appear like an easy victim, but she couldn't help taking quick looks back.
Two of them were matching her speed on the sidewalk behind her; the other
two ran across the street and with dismaying speed were walking parallel
to her.  The van drove slowly up the street, almost stopping as it pulled
alongside her, but then speeding forwards.  This time, before it turned
the corner, two more teenagers got out, and started slowly walking towards
her.  Glancing at the others she saw that the two behind her had sped up
and closed the distance on her.  She was boxed in; God, how she wished she
had a weapon.  When the two across the street started to cross it, she
saw they'd converge on her simultaneously.  Six to one, and all six bigger
than her.  What to do ?  No one would answer a door at this time of night;
if she screamed long enough someone might call the police, but she knew
they'd be on her in a minute if she screamed and they'd silence her before
anyone would react.  No place to run, unless - yes, she was coming up on
an alley, they wouldn't converge on her before she reached it, the little
bastards had screwed up, she had a chance.

Reaching the alley, she turned quickly and bolted down the dark alley,
running as fast as her feet would carry her, so thankful she wasn't in
heels, listening to the echoes in the alley and surprised to hear only
her own footfalls.  They weren't pursuing !  She'd escape !

Then she was caught in the glare of headlights that switched on in front
of her, nearly blinding her, but she could tell, to her shock and horror,
that they came from a van which blocked the narrow alley, and that it had
started rolling towards her.  She looked back to see the six boys advancing
on her from the other direction.  Franticly she looked around; no doors,
no way out - then she saw a drainpipe, and ran to it and jumped up and
started climping it, as curses ripped through the quiet night air and
running feet pounded the pavement and the door of the van scraped against
the wall of the alley, but it was too tight and precious seconds were
gained before someone came out the back of the van and ran across it's roof
to jump for the drainpipe, but she had too big a lead and she was going
to get away.

Until the drainpipe, unable to hold the weight of two people, pulled
away from the wall and lurched over the alley, leaving her clinging
to it as the boys below her laughed and jeered and tried to look up her
skirt, then tugged on the pipe, causing her to crash to the pavement,
where she lay stunned as they gathered around her and several removed
their belts and she tried to bolt but they caught her and soon had her
on her back on the ground, with a belt looped around her neck and
choking off her cries while her arms and legs were held and other belts
were tied around her wrists and encircled her knees and abdomen, trapping
her arms against her body, then they picked her up and placed her on her
feet in the headlights of the van, the better to admire their prize.

As they laughed and boasted of what they would show her, she observed
that none of them appeared more than half her age, a bunch of ignorant
drunken schoolchildren, but schoolchildren who had raging hormones, and
who had her.  As she stood there sickened, lost in her ugly anticipations,
they laughed loudly, and picked her up and passed her over the top of the
van and deposited her behind it.  They pulled down her skirt, and took
a rope from the van.  They tied it around her waist, the pulled it between
her legs, bringing it snuggly against her crotch, then tied the other end
to the van.  They stuffed a towel in her mouth and taped over her mouth,
then piled into the van and started driving away slowly, as their prisoner,
pulled along by the crotch rope, shuffled her feet as quickly as the belt
around her knees would allow.  She followed the van down the alley and
out into the streets, where she walked for what seemed like miles.
The few cars that passed this illicit parade had no idea what to make of
it.  None stopped.  Some did call the police after they got home; by
the time anyone went looking the van, had pulled off the road, and when
the police arrived at the address where the van was registered was when
it's owner first learned it had been stolen.

The police quickly found the discarded van.  The woman was harder to find,
until the buzzards showed the way.
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The Plank

The woman (taken from her bed by silent abductors in black robes
and masks who had seized and bound her, her furious struggles doing
nothing to awaken her SO, and brought her bound and blindfolded to an
unknown place, where she was closely chained to the walls of a pitch
black room and held for many hours) is taken from her dark confinement.
Her wrists are bound behind her, a short hobble placed on her ankles,
and a bar placed below her elbows and fasten to them, and her escorts
hold the bar and force her slowly forward, ignoring all her demands,
questions, and pleas.  At last they come to an elevator, and go down
a floor to a large, dimly lit room with a long plank on a swivel and
a number of dark pits in the floor.  She's led on a slow circuit of
the room, lamps used to reveal the contents of the pits: ravenous dogs,
sharp spikes, snakes, boiling oil, acid, flesh eating insects (the
last two are demonstrated for her by lowering large chunks of meat
into the pits); several have netss at the bottom, and one of those has
a conspicuously open door.

The woman is brought to the steps that lead to the plank and forced
up them.  Standing before the plank, her bare feet are slipped into
some very high spiked heels, and ankle straps buckled to keep them
there.  Througout this event, her's has been the only voice heard.
Before being being forced onto it, sharp spikes rise from the floor
under the plank, and she's allowed to watch the plank make one
complete revolution, and observes that it's end passes over all the
pits. Then she's blindfolded and prodded forwards with long sharp
pikes.  As she hobbles forwards, taking the tiny steps that are all
her hobble will allow and trying to keep her balance in her ultrahigh
heels, the plank begins to move, aggravating the difficulty in keeping
her balance.  She knows that the only chance of survival is to reach
the end of the plank and step off it into one of the pits with the
nets (though, as she thinks of what is in some of those pits, the idea
of falling onto the spikes below her and to a comparatively merciful
end is alluring, but she fights it off).  Keeping her balance becomes
even harder as she goes further and further out on the wobbly plank.
Her tiny steps mean she has some inkling when her toes have reached
the end of the plank and now poke over empty air.  Now, if only she
knew which pit she was over, but the dogs are trained not to bark and
the sudden sound of eerie music blaring from unseen loud speakers
obscures any sounds the snakes or insects might make, and she struggles
to stand on the edge of the plank, too scared to jump into an unknown
and possibly terrible fate but knowing she has no alternative, until
fatigue and the growing instability of the plank finally causes her
to fall, screaming into one of the dark holes.

Her fall is broken by a net, and shortly her blindfold is removed
to reveal a group of black robed people, perhaps her abductors, she
couldn't tell if it were another set, surrounding the net in which
she lays.  Two seize and hold her head, while another points to
the open door before a cloth is pressed over the woman's face and
blackness surrounds her.

She awakens trembling in her bed, her SO sound asleep beside her,
and dreadful images in her sleep clouded mind.  She stumbles to
the bathroom to splash some water on her face and try to shake the
after effects of her terrible nightmare.  Leaning over the sink,
she pushes back her pajama sleeves to fill her cupped hands with
water, and stops in stunned horror as she looks at the rope burns
on her wrists.
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Desert Decision

She knew better.  The young woman knew not to drive with her car
doors unlocked.  And yet she hard, and two men had appeared from
nowhere while she was stopped at a red light and forced their way
into her car.  They drove into the desert and laid her naked on the
the sharp sand and spent the night repeatedly raping her, turning
her over again and again to use one hole and then the other, nearly
abrading a layer of skin before their lust was spent.  Then they
drove off in her as the sun rose car, leaving her bound and naked
under the scorching desert sun.  A few hours later two cars drove
up to where she lay, still bound despite vigorous struggles, and
resigned to her fate.  Or she had been until she heard the cars
approach, and had looked up hopefully to see her own car followed
by another.  The police must have caught them, she thought ecstatically,
and were coming to rescue her.  Her head dropped to the ground as she
wept tears of joy and relief, and as footsteps approached her she
opened her eyes, and looked up into the faces of her captors, and
screamed in shock before her heart sank in despair.

"We didn't want to leave you without a sporting chance", one of them
said, as they rolled over the helpless woman and made cruel, deep
piercings of her breasts, then put thick rings through the piercings,
before they untied her legs and pierced her clit, and put a ring
through that piercing as well.  Then they slowly worked three rings
into a large ground rock and ran chains from her rings to those in
the rock.  When done that, they took a torch and welded her rings so
they couldn't be removed, and when they revived her (she had passed
out from the heating of the metal that now resided in her delicate
flesh), she was no longer bound, and they tossed her the keys to her
car.

"It's full of gas; there's also plenty of food and water and a chest
of ice, and a first aid kit.  If you can get to it you'll live.  If
you can't, well, at no time of the day will there be an inch of shade
where you are now, and the sun will kill you.  Getting to the car is
simple; just tear out your rings.  Without chain cutters there's no
other way to get free.  If you're strong and brave enough to tear them
out, you'll survive, though your sex life may not.  If you aren't
strong and brave enough, you'll die, and you'll deserve to die".

With those kind words, the two men got in the other car and drove away,
and left the woman to make her decision.


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