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Nipple Torture Stories
Torture Methods That Prolonged Suffering
Spanish Inquisition Tales of Torment
Appalling Types of Medieval Torture
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The Spanish Donkey Cut Women In Half During The Inquisition
Foot Binding Existed In China for A Millennium
Photo : Frank and Frances Carpenter Collection / Wikimedia Commons/Public Domain
The Breast Ripper Maimed Unmarried Mothers
The Scold's Bridle Forced Women Into Silence
Throughout history, the ways women have been tortured at the hands of the men who tried to control them will send a shiver down your spine. Women have been tortured to repress their sexuality, silence their tongues, and conform to standards of beauty. Most of all, women have been tortured to break their spirit and to keep them submissive to the men who feared what a liberated woman might mean for their fragile worldviews.
The majority of the methods and devices men created for the purpose of this cruelty were intended to humiliate the female victim. Many of these instruments of torture used on women display an overt sexual-sadism that torture methods used on men simply did not. There are devices below created with the sole purpose of mangling the genitals, and other sexualized body parts, i.e. the breasts, of the woman. Most of these torture methods were abolished centuries ago, however, a few of these barbaric punishments are still practiced today.
Also known as the wooden horse or the chevalet, the Spanish donkey slowly cut a woman in half through her genitals. It was used throughout medieval times and during the Spanish Inquisition, and a similar device was used on Confederate prisoners during the Civil War .
The device consisted of a sharp triangular wedge supported by either two or four legs. The woman would be forced to straddle the pointed end of the device, which was sometimes covered in spikes (as shown in the above photo), so that it could slowly cut into the woman’s crotch. Weights were sometimes added to the victim’s feet to make the triangular edge dig even deeper, eventually cutting into her organs.
Although the Spanish donkey is pretty gruesome, some people thought it was sexy. The BDSM subculture adopted a mild variation of the device, using it like a restraint and spanking bench. The woman partaking in the play lays down on the "horse" face-forward with her arms and legs dangling below, exposing her rear.
Foot binding existed in China for over a thousand years . A “beautification” procedure that left young girls disabled for life, it was considered beautiful for Chinese women of means to have small dainty feet. So, wealthy Chinese families would bind their daughters' feet in order to attract worthy male suitors. The ideal foot length was just three-inches long and referred to as the “golden lotus” ; a “silver lotus” was four-inches long. Everything longer than that was considered an “iron lotus,” and was not an acceptable foot length.
The effect of the tiny foot was achieved by breaking the young girl’s toes and binding them backwards onto the sole of her foot with silk cloth. The girls were then forced to walk on their feet to encourage the continued breaking of the arch. Over time, the cloths were wrapped tighter and tighter until the desired foot length was achieved.
The breast ripper was an appalling device that caused immense pain in its female victims. The instrument consisted of two large pointed prongs that would, as the title suggests, tear into women’s breasts and rip the tissue clean off of the body. Occasionally, the prongs were heated as well. It was meant to mark the bodies of unmarried mothers and women accused of adultery .
The use of the instrument was put to an end during the Middle Ages.
For the medieval man, the easiest way to get his wife to stop constantly nagging him was to put her in a scold’s bridle. "Scold" refers to a woman accused of gossiping, or simply complaining too much. In those times, gossiping was feared to be the work of the Devil.
The first recorded use of the device - an iron mask locked over a woman's head - was in the 16th century. The bridle was an iron mask locked over the head of the woman. Sometimes, spikes would be extended into the mouth and placed over the tongue , making it impossible for the woman to speak without immense pain. However, the torture of the scold’s bridle was primarily psychological; the woman was publicly humiliated as she was paraded through town wearing the bridle, while onlookers cursed and spit at her.
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I woke up the next day, still not believing what happened the day before, I just woke up so the thoughts are still faint as I'm still very sleepy. I feel hungry and think I should probably go downstairs to get some breakfast. I go down the stairs and into the kitchen only to be greeted by my sister sitting around the table eating breakfast, but she's not alone??? Ashley is there, smiling and looking at me. I fake that I'm happy Ashley is here and I ask about her being here, Ashley and my sister thought Ashley eating breakfast with us was a good idea so my sister invited her over. We're big fans of the English breakfast so we eat it almost every day, it consists of a few things, including beans and eggs. Ashley had quite a lot of beans and eggs on her plate, and from what I understand that was actually her second plate too. Seems like she's planning heavily for this, I have to try to get out of this. I quickly say I'm not hungry and I hurry up to the bathroom but before I close
I woke up from the sound of my sister and another person laughing outside my room, I got mad and got up to confront them but all that anger went away as I opened the door and found out that it was her friend Ashley. Ashley is 19 years old and has one of the hottest bodies you'll ever see, she's athletic and around 5'7 which is taller than me but I'm into that, and her boobs are not big but also not small, they're kind of mid-sized but they're the PERFECT shape, but her ass is her best feature, she has such a perfectly rounded ass that is accented by her tight shorts. I greeted Ashley and my sister and talked to them a little, turns out they were going to a festival nearby and that's why they were laughing and excited. They excused themselves to go get ready while I got back to my room and started doing my homework that was due. I notice that the sky started to rain like crazy and the weather forecast was saying it was unexpected and would last a couple of hours. I thought nothing
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Up to now, Miss Spiteful had worked to my tolerances but not exceeded them. That was about to change!
I was lying spread-eagled, my arms and legs tightly secured with ropes that dragged them wide apart. I was gagged and she had connected my genitals to her electrical device. She had moved a chair to sit beside me, the device on her lap. The session was only just half way over. "This is what you came for, slave" she smiled, "Electrical Torture!" She caressed and teased my nipples and I saw them grow firm and hard in anticipation of what she was about to do to me. "You remember my web site, slave - no concession for wimps?" I nodded and grunted to indicate agreement. "You also remember that my electrics can go from "barely perceptible" to "screamingly dreadful?" Again I grunted. "Well, it's now far too late for you to have regrets." She laughed, "Now I am going to really hurt you. It is going to be dreadful - and you will scream!"
Her hands moved to the device's controls. "First we'll establish your "limits" She switched on the device. "I want you to grunt the moment you feel any sensation." She turned the intensity control a fraction and I grunted as I felt a barely perceptible tingling in my genitals.
"Good. Now I want you to remain silent until you really can't take any more!" As she advanced the control the sensation turned from pleasant trembling to pain and then to unbearable pain. I cried aloud behind the gag in wild protest as the shocks grabbed my genitals. She noted the setting on the dial and nodded, satisfied, and switched it off. Instantly the pain vanished.
"I am just going to check your ability to stand that much, slave." She turned on the device again and once more advanced the intensity until I was begging desperately for her to have mercy. "Did I hear you trying to beg for mercy, slave? I'm afraid I shall enjoy this far too much to even consider giving you any mercy!" She switched on the device again, allowing the shocks to be stimulating without real pain. "This time the level will go beyond your limits so that I can check how much is needed to have you screaming!" The needle on the dial moved up.
I begged her to stop, to grant relief from the pain ripping my testicles and penis. She smiled, pleased. The needle went on moving. My body began jerking and struggling in its bondage. I was screaming, the agony truly unbearable. Screaming again and then again! The pain stopped and I lay gasping and shuddering. "One more thing for you to learn, slave," she snapped, "there will be pauses between the sequences of pain and during those pauses you will not attempt to speak or plead. I only want to hear you whimpering or sobbing: nothing more. Do you understand?" I tried to say I did but the gag distorted the words into muffled sounds. "Good," she said, "because if you disobey I shall punish you."
She paused and looked at me, her face seraphic and smiling. "Just so that you will know what to expect for disobedience, know what my punishment will be like"
Her hands moved on the controls altering the sustained setting she had used while experimenting to find my "limits"; she set the control to manual, the setting at the level at which I screamed and - .
I shrieked wildly as a jolt of current slashed my genitals.
A second, third and fourth shock rippled them. I screamed each time; screamed again and again as she demonstrated how I would be punished for trying to plead for reprieve or release.
"I did warn you, slave, that I have absolutely no compassion for other people's feeling because I enjoy torturing them far too much to consider any but my own! And you did ask to be taken beyond your tolerances with electrics, that you had longed to submit to a Dominatrix who revelled in cruelty, was genuinely sadistic and expert and who had no mercy. So what happens now is going to be quite atrocious suffering - for my enjoyment!"
She ran a hand tauntingly between her thighs. As one of her gallery pictures had been titled - a "Strange Love", an outrageous sexual delight.
"I am going to start by watching your body "dance" for me and your screams will provide the music." She set the controls to run the device so that it went from zero to the level at which I screamed and back to zero again onto to repeat the sequence automatically.
The control was on "Slow". I began to beg, and then scream; my body twisting and shaking desperately to try to alleviate the pain. It came again and again and peaked with my struggling vainly and screaming uncontrollably.
She changed the speed to "Fast". Scream after scream were forced from be in quick succession three or four times before she altered the speed once more to Slow. I lost count of how many times screams were dragged from my agonised body before she switched it off for the promised pause in which I might recover.
I lay there shuddering and gasping for breath; I was desperate not to speak or plead.
I was whimpering without pause. "Good. I enjoyed that. So we'll do it all over again!"
I couldn't help myself. "Oh no, please, in God's name, no, no, no - please, I beg you!" Of course the gag made nonsense of the words, but words they undoubtedly were.
The shocks were savage. Six separate shocks that had me shrieking as each hit my genitals. "I did warn you, slave!" she laughed, "now to repeat your dance!" Again the rhythm of the shocks, slow, slow, fast, fast, fast and altered at her whim made me scream for mercy she had no intention of granting.
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Five young friends find themselves trapped in the carnival funhouse of a demented sadist.
Created: September 23rd, 2009 at 7:41 pm
Modified: July 5th, 2022 at 5:28 pm
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Shannon struggled again as she was able to catch her breath when the men turned away. It was no good; her bonds were secure, and she was stretched to her limit, which gave her no leverage to try to find some weaknesses.
"Very wise," said Dr. Tickles as he arrived. "A clean patient is a healthy patient. She'll need a thorough cleaning." Two women dressed as nurses flanked him as he walked up. "Ah, yes, the one who tried to keep everyone out... now why would you do a thing like that?" He started tickling her flanks with his fingers, and she twisted desperately to try to avoid them. "Perhaps you could sense your ticklish doom lay within, dear girl?"
"Stop it!" she ordered, though her will wasn't nearly as strong as when she was first strapped down to the rack. Shannon could see the other surrounding her, sensing it was about to get worse. The two that had been tickling her before took their feather dusters and headed towards her feet, while two more grabbed some and began dusting all over her tummy and upper thighs. The nurses each took hold of one of her B-cup sized breasts with one hand and applied an electric toothbrush to her nipples with the other. And Dr. Tickles himself took one of each, using a feather duster for her left armpit and an electric toothbrush for the right one.
It didn't take long for this to burn any remaining assertiveness out of her. Shannon was notoriously ticklish, often on the receiving end of it from her sister. All of this, all at once, quickly overwhelmed her, and she turned bright red with laughter. Any one of these would be awful; her feet were notorious to the point where she wouldn't even wear sandles when Casey was around, and the touches of the duster were absolutely horrible! Her armpits were likewise sensitive to the point where she wouldn't even reach up for things if Casey was nearby, especially because her mom, who seemed a bit of a sadist, would sometimes grab the wrist and keep it up, allowing Casey to get her with both hands in her helpless pit. Apparently everyone like to see Shannon laugh, and was in on the effort to get her to no matter what. Her nipples were a bit of a surprise, as she'd never been tickled there before, and given how much that tiny toothbrush was tickling her there she could have gone the rest of her life without knowing. And, of course, her tummy, a definite bad spot. Sometimes when Casey was feeling real sadistic, she'd kneel on Shannon's arms, pull up her shirt, and dig her fingers into her tummy until she peed. They always said she was too much of a worrier, but the way Shannon saw it, if people were constantly out to get you, there's no such thing as paranoia.
This seemed to be living proof, as she laughed so hard she could barely manage to breathe, the group of expert ticklers pushing her more than anyone else ever had. Her earlier admonishments now turned to pleas for mercy, which only earned laughs from those forcing laughs from her helpless body. In fact, it seemed like every time she uttered a cry for mercy, they tickled her all the more. Eventually, despite her struggles, the poor girl passed out in her restraints.
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