Tan moved his fingers between her legs…

August 16, 2018 at 4:18 pm, Category: Damian | No Comments

Chinese torments
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For years, Tan had coveted his neighbour’s wife, Ai. They had known each other since they were teenagers, but she snubbed him and chose to marry his best friend. When Ai’s husband died in mysterious circumstances, she found her life turned upside down. Because he had left everything to his best friend, Tan.
In ancident China, women held no status. They had no power. Tan owned Ai’s house, her property, he basically owned her life. She knew that her only chance of keeping her life was to please him. What she did not know was that he was a man of very particular tastes.
Tan stripped Ai and bound her to a wall inside the house. A small fire was lit. He brought a cane with him, usually used for beating animals and prisoners.
“Tan, please no. Please – I will be a good wife for you!” she begged
“You could have been my wife ten years ago, you whore! But you refused me! Now you must pay.
Tan beat her with the cane, leaving marks all over her body.

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She strained to look the monk in the eyes

June 28, 2018 at 2:19 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Witch hunt
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The ropes that bound the Corinne to the rough, splintered wood of the rack sang out as the cruel torturer gave the crank another half-turn. The helpless girl screamed in agony, her taut body straining as she was horribly stretched.
“So you see the folly of resisting the will of Mother Church, and her blessed Witch Hunters, slut,” said the so-called monk standing beside the rack. Brother Jamison was a new recruit to the Witch Hunters, but he had taken to his work with genuine enthusiasm. The women of Corinne’s village had never expected the Witch Hunters to come so far north, and so had been taken by surprise when the town crier announced a delegation from the Cathedral was making an appearance at harvest time.
Corrine, like so many of her friends, never had a chance. A single woman living in a remote village, she was easy prey for the Witch Hunters, who declared her and most of the other attractive young women to be “suspected witches” within a day of arrival.
“Please, let me go!” gasped Corinne. She strained to look the monk in the eyes, her dark hair hanging limply behind her as she squirmed. “I’m innocent!”

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This girl screamed long and loud

June 21, 2018 at 7:55 am, Category: Damian | No Comments

Wild west
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There was, perhaps, nothing sadder than watching a proud warrior grow old and weak. The mighty warchief Night Thunder was once one of the greatest and most feared of the warriors on the open plains, beyond the reach of the civilized man. But time pressed on to him, as it does all people, and the mighty Night Thunder grew older and weaker. Most warchiefs would simply accept that time passes for all people, and that an end would come, as it does for all. But Night Thunder was not like most. He had heard of the magical powers of the white man from the east, far beyond the plainsland and the open rivers, and of how they seemed to stay younger and healthier longer than the poor savages that he was with.
Night Thunder did not know how these white devils stayed healthy, but all he knew is that he must take some of that magic… even if it was by force!
His wisest and most trusted medicine man urged him to find a youthful, white girl, one who was a virgin and untouched. It must be some ancient vigor which the white man took from his world beyond the big water, and Night Thunder could have it himself if he… “plucked the flower while it was still in the bud.” Night Thunder did not understand the weird and mystifying magic of the white man, but he would do much to regain the youth and vigor of his days of old.

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