Ramtal Slave Dungeon

08:38 Tuffy: After working with tools in my quarters I have fashioned two large clubs, to give as gifts of weaponry to two of the warriors of the empire. I have hammered large iron nails into the sides of the wide clubs made of the limbs of english oak trees. The nails' sharp edges protruding out all over the place, for the punishment of slaves. I walk first toward general Garras, doing down on my left knee, to present one of them to him.
08:42 Rave_Torres: It's urgly 😈, design speaking , you destroyed the weapon armory lines
08:43 minotaur21560: In the sky far above the court of the Panopticon, dark clouds roil... lightning flashes... flashes hatred for @Rave_Torres
08:46 Tuffy: Behind me I hear that somebody requires the ability to express the category of ridicule. The sign of an earthbound soul, locked into this magnetosphere for thousands of years. I feel only disgust for the small soul of the gaslighter Rave. After presenting my home made weapon to Garras. I turn toward Minotaur, so that I can present him with the second one.
08:47 minotaur21560: The Torturer bows deep, his cock swinging amongst the blades at his belt. He takes up the spiked club, looks at it admiringly. "You have my gratitude, Tough warrior."
08:54 Garras: The beast looks at the weapon and holds the smooth worn wooden handle in his palm once it is offered, giving the warrior a nod and giving it a couple of swings. It has a surprising lightness to the bear.. as if the weapon seems to know where it wants to go.. and as if from the ether, the word macuahuitl comes to mind. There's a brief moment where the bear's ear flickers at the sound of Rave's voice and with a slight flicker of a smile, the bear heads over to Rave and holds out the weapon. "Do you know what I love about this design?" The bear drawls as he cocks his head and sneers, his fangs gleaming from the gash of his grin.
08:57 Rave_Torres: "What do u love about it ?"
08:58 Rave_Torres: Hope you don't think to put a pink silk bow
08:59 minotaur21560: *begins shuffling over towards the public service bomb shelter with the black triangle symbol
09:00 minotaur21560:
09:12 Garras: "The thing to love about a weapon like this, is that it's a kind of puzzle box. How does one extract the maximum amount of suffering from it? Oh yes, I could drop you to your knees and wrench your neck to the side. Dead in an instant, the snapping of your vertibrae ringing in your ears as your body goes numb.. your fading consciousness scrabbling around in the fading theater of your mind.. helpless.. trapped.. and circling the final moments of your death a prisoner to your own body. But a weapon like this.. it begs for blood. It wants to sink its fangs into you.. the clunk of wood against bone and the wet sucking pulp that comes from having to wrench it back out again.. it ensures that you live.. your body growing colder as that hot blood seeps out.. the knowledge that you are dying stark and red.. to stain the ground days after you're gone.. a man become red rusted dust.." The bear smiling almost fondly now as he holds the mace in both hands now at its handle.
09:16 Tuffy: I had not realized that my creations would be so pleasing to the warriors. I smile with pride, as I turn my face away, so that my pride may not be seen. I feel sometimes shy and not equal with warriors who are so much larger than me.
09:30 minotaur21560: *opening the thick lead window peephole to look out, the Torturer is surprised to see that the Panopticon still stands and has not turned into smoking ruins like Nagasaki.
09:32 Rave_Torres: *watch outside the bars , court start raining
09:34 Tuffy: It still stands. I believe that the walls are made up of the courage of the warriors. Even though they have been abandoned by their leader. For the warriors have so much courage and manhood that they will contain the discipline necessary to continue the dungeon. Even the former warriors, who are no longer present, probably have their spirit holding up the walls of the dungeon, that they may ever remain strong.
09:35 minotaur21560: Hearing these sentiments, the Torturer emerges from the bomb shelter. He pulls a wheeled device behind him. It is a jumble of rods, mostly vertical, looking like a Russian Constructivist composition on wheels. The leash has a loop which would be convenient to snap around the cock and balls of a victim. The Torturer knows that Tuffy will recognize what this device is... and what it can do.
09:37 Tuffy: I stand by and witness as my leader brings out this most horrible device of torture. Perhaps created by Hannibal himself. I must stand by and assist, no matter what nausea the display brings to my stomach.
09:37 minotaur21560: The fat drops of rain fall, at very different speeds. At the center (…) a sheer uneven curtain (or net), an implacable but relatively slow descent of fairly light drops. (…) Not far from the walls to the right and left, heavier (…) drops fall more noisily. Here they seem the size of wheat kernels, they're large as peas, elsewhere big as marbles.
09:38 Tuffy: I witness the engineering of the Anti Armor device.
09:39 minotaur21560: But the cart he draws is not imaginary...though it is a nightmare... its motto: where armor is designed to protect from injury and fend off blows, this... does the opposite. It can almost be said to have a life of its own... how it will form shapes, constituting and reconstituting itself until it finds the pain most deserved by the man it torments...
09:41 Tuffy: I imagine what this device can do, and I get a stomach ache for a moment, wondering what is about to occur. Then force myself to stand upright, pretending that I feel nothing.
09:41 minotaur21560: "Tuffy... go get the victim from his cell and bring him here."
09:42 Tuffy: I obey immediately. I stomp over to the dark smelly cell of the gaslighter Rave, using my keys to open the cell. I swing the rusty bars open, and reach my right arm over to grab his shoulder.
09:43 Rave_Torres: Fuck off
09:43 minotaur21560: I see the loyal warrior bringing out his nemesis, of similar stature and build... and I smile... hearing the obscenities and insults begin.
09:44 Rave_Torres: I get grabbed and drag outside the cell
09:45 Rave_Torres: I spit on @Tuffy face
09:46 Tuffy: I don't really want to even touch this man. And as he spits on my face, I would usually murder him for that. My only cause for patience and consolation is knowing what Minotaur is about to do.
09:46 minotaur21560: being familiar with the machine, Minotaur rotates metal bars. And as Tuffy brings him near, the Torturer reaches to pull Rave's wrists into position until, with a snap, the device attaches round Rave's upper legs, waist and arms.
09:47 minotaur21560: Infernal limbs crank Rave’s arms up and back. The machine holds him, suddenly lifts, inclines him forward. Torchlight shows his chest slick with sweat, nipples expanded in what has become suffocating heat. Will it now impale him, punish him with a huge plug up the ass?
09:47 minotaur21560: Instead, the device settles itself as a minimal exoskeleton upon his body – thick metal collar, extending over shoulders to bands on upper arms. A rod down the back splits, then links to thick bands at the intersection of hip and thigh… Hard to shake the feeling that the shining metal lives, shifting slightly, as if it breathes.
09:49 Tuffy: As I see the device wrap itself in its sick embrace around Rave, I move up to him, yelling in his face. "You want any stranger who sees you to see you putting both of your middle fingers up? That is how you want to greet the whole world? That is what you have to say to all people who might see you? I cannot think of a more unattractive and more vulgar display."
09:50 minotaur21560: Accompanied by the music of Tuffy's rage, Minotaur bends over his victim, inking various points on the short slave’s exposed skin -- chest, flank, on the shaft of the cock, sides of the scrotum. The slave’s face, now painted like a death’s head, is hard to read… vague, distracted, as he watches paint applied….calibrating… programming… He cranes his neck to see the insignia of Ramtal emblazoned on his sternum: two glyphs that mark him as imperial champion.
09:50 minotaur21560: “We are ready…” The Torturer whispers.
09:53 Rave_Torres: Arrrrgghggg,
09:53 Rave_Torres: What are u fucking doing to me ?
09:54 Rave_Torres: You are not logged in.
09:54 Rave_Torres: You are not logged in.
09:55 Tuffy: Hopefully ending another wasted incarnation so that you can go back to the earthbound plane and do your sarcasm and ridicule to protect your illusions of control for hundreds of years more, as you have already been doing. That is what he is fucking doing to you.
09:57 minotaur21560: I see Rave stretch arms up, struggling against the bond of the machine...Throwing arms upward in a great effort… his anxious fervor melts into open-mouthed agony… From behind, mechanical razored arms slash across his spreading chest, lacerating precisely at nipple level, before firmly planting themselves on his chest, pinching closed the just-inflicted wound.
09:58 Tuffy: The first three seconds of the torture take away any rage that I felt. And I close my eyes and turn my head to the side, to look away. Hoping that Minotaur will not notice and think me a coward.
09:59 Rave_Torres: Aaaaaaaaaa
10:00 minotaur21560: "Let's see what happens if we can get him to kneel, Tuffy..." Minotaur begins pushing the slave down... he is encased in metal now... it creaks and bends as he begins to shift his posture... "KNEEL SLAVE"
10:00 Rave_Torres: You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in.
10:02 minotaur21560: Through a haze of pain Rave hears Minotaur bid him kneel, as if he worships the Empire. He shakes his head… NO… NO…. Minotaur applies force, bending the slave, and the angle of Rave’s bent leg triggers thick metal bands round his upper thighs. The torturer looks down, inhaling sharply.
10:02 Tuffy: I watch as the slave's body is forced to bend, to contort.
10:02 Rave_Torres: I grit my teeth, and I try to resist the pain impassively even if some screams of suffering come out of my mouth
10:03 minotaur21560: Two scapular appendages rise to cradle Rave’s scrotum. Like mandibles of a huge crustacean, they whack closed… cumbersomely smashing, working him, as if to consume him, starting from his balls… The chamber fills with the victim’s roars of pain. Torches light defeat on his skull-like face. Shadows dance across the wall.
10:03 Tuffy: And Minotaur is much better looking than that man to the right of those pictures. But we can pretend.
10:04 Tuffy: This torture is extreme, hellish. I no longer wish to chastise in an educating manner to this slave. Now I want to turn away, hoping he will just die.
10:04 minotaur21560: (well the illustrations are roughly on topic)
10:04 minotaur21560: Reflexively, as if swimming, or pedaling in fear, Rave works his hands and feet, but this commotion cranks a golden implement forward, spinning slowly, impinging, parting his hips.
10:05 minotaur21560: Eyes rolling like a captive bull’s, Rave thrashes arms and legs as he is impaled from behind by the machine, punishing blows timed precisely to agonise, to shame…
10:05 Tuffy: I peer behind the slave, seeing that a device is about to enter his most sensitive part.
10:06 minotaur21560: Tuffy’s eyes meet Minotaur’s, as the device lifts and swings the struggling Rave in arcs and parabolas. As if to tear it from him, the mandibles tug his scrotum downward, pinchers at his chest pull harder, lifting. Rave’s lightly bearded mouth opens against the intensity of horror.
10:07 Tuffy: I move over to stand closer to Minotaur. Knowing I cannot abandon this practice. I am his assistant. I just hope that the slave will submit or die, so that this will end.
10:08 Rave_Torres: My body Trembling, my mind fall in a status of continue pain , losing some focus
10:09 minotaur21560: A metal feeler with cylindrical attachment rises, engulfing the slave’s cock. Within the cylinder, horrible, notched gears overstimulate the entire shaft. Tiny wheels work the mushroom head. The ravenous sea creature is consuming him. Rave’s yells reach a higher pitch as his balls are emptied.
10:15 Rave_Torres: "Aaaaaaaaarrrgggggf, fuck warriors"
10:17 minotaur21560: I step behind the slave now, stepping carefully amongst the busily working parts of metal... I stroke the Sword of Ramtal bringing it to its full length... I put my hand on what is almost the only remaining stretch of the slave's own skin... his right shoulder... I steady myself, reach to grasp my great flesh sword again, wielding it, finding the place... and enter with a single thrust
10:18 Rave_Torres: "Aaaaaaaaaaa"
10:19 Rave_Torres: I shake my body and legs , oppose the metal
10:19 Rave_Torres: All useless,
10:20 Rave_Torres: Feel the Sword of Ramtal been insert into me
10:22 Tuffy: I cannot help but to grin with approval as I watch my leader occupy the hole of the slave. Allowing the slave the compliment of being able to experience the sword of Ramtal.
10:23 Tuffy: I myself am too angry at the slave to even want to fuck him. But after he gets stretched out by the Sword of Ramtal his hole will be useless to a guy like me anyway. I turn away looking for a flagon of ale which I can drink from.
10:24 minotaur21560: I pull back and thrust in again as in front of us the device continues whacking and pinching the slave's balls and chest and belly.
10:25 Tuffy: I am glad, seeing my leader getting laid, like he should be. He is a good guy, he deserves some good slave pussy.
10:26 Tuffy: I look at the horrible torture device, hoping that it will grab the slave's middle fingers and force them permanently up so that he is shooting birds forever. Since that is how he wishes to present himself.
10:26 Rave_Torres: You are not logged in. screaming loud in pain
10:28 Rave_Torres: My chest , my balls ,my asshole burn 🔥
10:28 minotaur21560: It is what the slave deserves... pain, punishment... And the Torturer leans into it with gusto and passion, the passion of work well done, of justice rendered...
10:29 Rave_Torres: I m suffering all that pain
10:29 minotaur21560: flailing balls of the minotaur slap against the slave... planting the flag of Ramtal firmly... claiming him for the glory of Empire.
10:31 minotaur21560: and the more he thinks of this victory, the more his balls tighten and his chest heaves... red-faced now, he begins to growl like the beast he is. Thrusting harder, quicker, deeper... and in front the blows smashing into the slave's balls are precisely timed with the strokes
10:32 Tuffy: "Yeah.!" I yell out. "Plant that flag, Minotaur!"
10:33 Rave_Torres: Bend my head down
10:33 Rave_Torres: Body completely defeated by the pain
10:33 Tuffy: I start repeatedly roaring to support my leader. Jumping up and down. "Yeah! Plant that flag!"
10:34 Rave_Torres: growling as my last actions
10:35 minotaur21560: Hearing the encouragement and enthusiasm the minotaur unloads... deep... into the slave
10:36 Rave_Torres: Growling louder
10:36 Tuffy: I look at at the ceiling of the panoptikon and roar. Flexing my arms and fists as I yell up to the ceiling, hearing my echo coming back. Wanting all the warrior spirits to witness the success of Minotaur.
10:40 minotaur21560: I subside and float in a great fog of victory full of a sense of purpose and order. The Slave has been PUNISHED!
10:44 Rave_Torres: I remain trapped and filled by the loads of the minotaur
10:44 Rave_Torres: Energy less
10:45 Tuffy: In support I walk over to the left side of Minotaur and give him a light punch on his upper arm, reminding him of time and place, to get him out of his swoon.
10:49 minotaur21560: I snap out of it with a grin. "Shall we leave him in the Anti-Armor for a while, Tuff?"
10:51 Tuffy: I look down at the floor. I don't have the will in my heart to even answer. After what I watched him suffer. I watched it with fear. Yet I must act like a courageous warrior. "No sir, I say we remove him from it. And we forget about him forever."
10:51 Rave_Torres: Listening the warriors
10:53 Rave_Torres: Takling about my future
10:53 Rave_Torres: Begging inside to at least get out from the anti armor
10:58 minotaur21560: Hearing Tuffy's voice, the voice of reason, the armor begins disassembling, releasing the slave... pulling itself back onto the wagon. Rave's body slumps until all that connects him to the rolling unit is the leash tied to his cock and balls, which are pulled down between his legs by the substantial weight of the device behind him.
11:01 Tuffy: I hear the cranking of the device and turn my head away again, even though I was supposed to assist. I have a hard time looking at what the device is doing to him. And wonder if maybe I do not have it within me to be a proper warrior of the empire. Though I must keep my doubts silent. As I stand at Minotaur's side.
11:01 minotaur21560: I remove the leash from Rave's tormented manhood. Holding it now, this wagon that seems again harmless, almost like some child's innocent toy. I turn to Tuffy. "You may put him back in his cell now, soldier"
11:03 Rave_Torres: Closing my eyes , abandoned on the other hands
11:03 Tuffy: I smile as I witness the construction of the engineering of the device, coming into play, it retracting upon itself. What an ingenious device. I hear the directive of my leader and I reach to grab the neck of the tortured slave, to lead him back toward his cell.
11:05 Tuffy: I lead the middle finger bitch back to his cell. Tortured and hungry as he is. Glad myself that my honor has led me to a different position. An honor which gaslighters are programmed to automatically deny. "Go ahead and deny me, slave." I say to him. As I toss him in and make sure that the bars to his cell are locked.
11:08 Rave_Torres: I fall on the ground of the cell, fold into myself.

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