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The sheer terror and fear are thick in the dreary room where old woman finds herself, her hands are tied painfully tight behind her back and her mile long legs are bound as well but making the situation truly frightening is she's been blindfolded and she has no idea why this is happening. old woman struggles desperately and wonders aloud what happened to her clothes, she can't remember a thing but that really doesn't matter now as she writhes in sightless terror in this strange place.

Quietly her apparent captor approaches, kneels behind the unaware girl and when his hands touch her near naked body she lets out a SCREAM that will send chills down your spine, he coves her mouth with his hand while his other hand roams the helpless girl, thankfully it doesn't last long and he didn't sexually torment her but leaves his captive to continue to struggle for reasons unknown.

old woman twists her now sore wrists and continues to beg for release, this is a nightmare and it continues when the creepy and silent bastard stats touching her again and this time he's much more forceful, he even puts a hand around her throat and squeezes, not hard enough to cause her to pass out but enough to let her know he could if he wanted to. When he lets go old woman tries to kick him with her bound legs but it's useless and she is again left to thrash, writhe and squirm, she knows he watching which makes this so much worse and unfortunately there is nothing the old woman can do to stop this!

soon, you will see Cindy, and she will give you a good time.


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An Interview with Donna Smith, plant manager at a large girlmeat processing plant near Los Angeles.


This month, Management Digest speaks with Donna Smith from T&C Meat Products, about her unique position as a female manager in an otherwise male dominated role. Donna is 2 years into her job leading the Los Angeles plant to some of the best productivity and revenue in her company, clearly surpassing most of her male counterparts.


Here is an excerpt from our conversation with her…


MD: Women usually don’t have this big responsibility of managing a facility that is dedicated to the systematic destruction of so many other women. Tell us how you got the job?

DS: You’re probably thinking I had to sleep my way here. Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t, but I like to think it was more than that. I really can do this job and I think my results show it.

MD: But how did you get the job?

DS: I worked for five years in the plant, on the killing floor, getting blood on my hands. Lots of blood. I must have caught the eye of management, because I started getting promotions to shift foreman, safety officer, shift coordinator, etc. Eventually when old man Trumble retired, he recommended me as his replacement. That was probably because I was fucking him every shift, but you do what you have to get ahead.

MD: And the company hired you?

DS: Yeah, sort of. Look, at first they didn’t exactly warm to the idea of having a woman running this place, but they knew my track record and were willing to make me a deal. To give me a chance.

MD: A deal? You mean bonuses.

DS: Not exactly. I have a pretty extreme contract. I don’t get bonuses. I get to keep doing this job as long as I meet my targets. When this place stops improving, the company has the right to turn me into product. My contract doesn’t end until that happens, and when it does, I’m dead.

MD: Wow, that’s dedication. When you’re done here, the comp
any is going to turn you into meat too?

DS: You bet. I’m 100% dedicated to showing that a woman can do this job better than any man, and I literally put my life on the line to do it. I think that makes me one hell of a feminist.

MD: And yet, your business thrives on the destruction of women. How do you reconcile the fact you’re killing thousands of women every day?
DS: I’m a business woman. I’m not going to argue ethics, morality, or compassion with you. There are too many women in the world. Period. As a society we need to cull the herd. Skim the fat. What we do here serves a purpose that the government regulates. And I think we do it well.

MD: So you don’t feel bad about killing women?

DS: Look, we’re not killing the best women. This is Los Fucking Angeles. The city is literally crawling with millions of useless women. Girls come here from all over the world hoping to make it big, and 99.9% of them fail. When their numbers come up in the meat lottery, it’s for good reason. The women that end up dying in my processing plant deserve to become meat. We’re doing these girls a favor, even if they don’t see it that way. We’re turning them into something useful.

MD: Do you enjoy killing women?

DS: Actually, yeah, it’s pretty cool to watch them die on the slaughter line. Of course, I used to cut their throats myself. You can’t do that job for long if you don’t enjoy it.

MD: Do you think this trait helps you succeed in this business?

DS: Absolutely. And I make sure every employee at the plant enjoys their job too. You have to have fun, even when you’re surrounded by screams and death and standing in pools of blood. The girls that come here to die only do this once and it’s over for them. That’s easy. Those of us that work here do it every day. You just have to fun at it or you won’t last.

MD: How long do you think you’ll last in this role?

DS: As long as they’ll let me.

MD: So interesting talking to you, Miss Smith.

DS: Thanks. It was a pleasure.

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Lagoon creatures and sea monsters have always been a myth to Verronica until she finds herself face to face with one in her living room. Always the nudist, Verronica is slammed to the ground by the monster, her body already easy to access and compromised. Sparing no time the monster slides his slimy green cock into her fur bared pussy. Her tits bounce as the monster fucks her, her mind racing as she finds herself repulsed by the fishy smelling river goblin, but yet her slutty body wanting more and more.

The monster takes his human prize on her own bed, his oozy green fuck rod rearranging her guts. She looks away grimacing at his hulking presence above her, but still doesn’t fight back. He has his way with her, fucking her for hours, using her for his lagoon monster’s desire. When he pulls out, he spews his primordial stew all over her belly, the green ooze seeping through her skin, straight to her womb.

Done with her living flesh, his webbed hands grip her around the neck. His mutant strength crushes her windpipe easily, her struggle against him not much use. As the life leaves her with his hands a red ring is left around her neck. He leaves the slut on the bed belly up to incubate his spawn.


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Cindy had just celebrated her third year with the FBI. Thinking back over her short tenure it seemed like much longer. Her first year was spent languishing in the file room. An over paid secretary with a license to carry a weapon and handcuffs her friend and best bud Mandy used to say. Mandy was the main reason Cindy had survived those boring days. They had become more than just partners and roommates, they had also become kinky bondage lovers. Their first break had come when they had joined a special anti terror task force and had been captured on their first mission by the bad guys, really bad guys. But they had survived that and in the end came out heroes.

Fast forward now to reality. Life had been pretty routine since then. Mandy and her were still living together and playing bondage escape games whenever they had the time but assignments had kept them separated most of the time. Cindy ’s current assignment was no exception. The FBI had been investigating Santos, a South American druglord who got his name for the way he liked to torture his enemies. He had been hard to pin any evidence on until someone in his organization gave the FBI a tip. Armed with this new found intelligence Cindy was assigned to sneak into his office to seize the logbook that they had been told would hold the evidence that would convict Santos. Late in the evening after Santos’s office was empty Cindy dressed in camouflage tights and picked the lock to his office to search for the logbook. Methodically and slowly in minimal light she searched until something stopped her cold in her tracks. A sound, was that a foot step, a door latch. She never had the time to find out. Swiftly a hand holding a white cloth pillow case dropped it over her head. A leather gloved hand covered her mouth and Cindy gasped for breath but he overtakes her and she falls limp in his grasp.

Cindy awoke slowly, shaking her head trying to clear the cobwebs. She tried to move her body and quickly realized she was tied, tied very tightly. She tried to open her eyes and learned she was blindfolded. She was sitting but when she tried to stand she realized she was nearly welded to the chair. Assessing her situation Cindy was pretty sure she was naked. Her arms were over the top of the back of a chair. Her wrists were bound palm to palm with tight ropes. Her shoulders were yoked together and pulled back. These ropes were most likely tied to her elbows which were also tied closely together giving her arms no slack. Her legs were spread open tied to the front legs of the chair at the ankles and knees. Ropes also encircled her chest above and below her breasts and were cinched in between her ample bosoms which were now getting her attention. But what got most of her attention was the pain coming from her nipples. What the hell was that all about? She tried shaking her breasts from side to side but the pain would not go away.

“It’s about time you woke up, what would the FBI think of you sleeping on the job.” A voice in the room said. “Yes Miss Cindy , I know who you are and what you’re doing here, but what I don’t know and you’re going to tell me is who informed you…you’re going to tell me who in my organization is a traitor” the voice demanded. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” shouted Cindy . Laughter broke out and Cindy was shaken by this. “Good answer Miss Cindy , I was hoping you would say that” the voice said. Suddenly the blindfold was ripped off and Cindy quickly adjusted to the lights but could not see anyone. The room seemed to be dark except for the pool of light surrounding the chair she was in. Spotlights from above she surmised. She took quick assessment of the non-escapable bondage she was in and found she was indeed naked. She also looked down at her nipples which were tightly held prisoner be 2 large menacing clover clamps. She knew all too well the pain their unyielding jaws could deliver. The clamps were connected by a serious chain adding weight to their already tight embrace. She also noticed something which made her freeze.

The center of the chain was connected to yet another chain. This one went up into the ceiling somewhere. There was no tension on the chain at the moment but the thought of what he could do if he were to tighten it was dreadful. “I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about! Please let me go!” Cindy cried. “It will be so much more fun torturing the name out of you Miss Cindy ” said the voice. And with that the chain slowly began to tighten. It pulled all the slack out of the connecting chain and just started to lift the clamps and put tension on her nipples. Cindy clenched her teeth. Tighter and tighter it became stretching her nipples and lifting her breasts higher and higher. She would not give this asshole the pleasure of her screaming. “The Name Miss Cindy , the name” coldly asked the voice. “Never” she replied. Then, just when she thought the pain far too much to bear and her tits would be ripped off, once more the white cloth pillow case and the gloved hand came from behind her and covered her head to quickly knock her out.

The next time Cindy awoke she was standing. Her arms were pulled high above her head. Locked in handcuffs and stretched up by a rope that disappeared into the high ceiling. This time she was gagged with a large ballgag. Her neck was held straight by a stiff leather posture collar. She shook her head and heard the padlock in the back of the collar rattle. A long chain locked to the D ring in the front dangled loosely and disappeared into the shadows before her. Her legs were spread wide and tied to something out of her limited line of site but the stretch was uncomfortable. Without being able to pull her legs together she could offer her arms no relief. Although she could not see down there it was obvious that she had a very tight crotch rope tied through her crotch and ass cheeks creating another pain that would not go away. Then her focus again went to her nipples.

The clamps were still there but the tensioning chain was gone. In its place was a very large padlock which was now adding weight to the nipple clamps and tugging her poor tortured nipples downward to the floor. The rope breast harness remained, but the focus of her attention was the chain from her collar going up into the ceiling. The chain in front of her became tight and pulled her forward straining her arms tied from above. “Yes it is I ” said the voice. “I must thank you for the courtesy of having such lovely nipples, I do love torturing nipples” he said.

“Now back to business, the name, Miss Cindy !” Cindy as gagged as she was could only shake her head no and that was not easy in the stiff collar. “No No No” she tried to say but it only came out in garbled drooling gag talk. A long silence and then a sound of something swiftly moving thru the air. “Whack”, the flogger came cracking down on Cindy ’s firm round ass. “Whack” again it crashed, “Whack Whack Whack” the whipping continued. Fear began to well in her. She was not in pain. Not yet but she knew this could get bad and soon. She was starting to feel the blows getting stronger. “The name Miss Cindy , the name” shouted . Stubbornly Cindy shook her head and defiantly cried “NO” thru her gag. Once again the white pillowcase and gloved hand appeared and subdues her yet again.

This time when Cindy awoke she was on her feet but her torso was bent over horizontal to the ground. She was in what she knew to be a strappado. Her ankles and knees were tied together. A tight crotch rope pressed deep into her crotch. The crotch rope was pulled very tight and went up into the ceiling holding her ass high in the air. Her mouth held the largest ball gag she had ever seen. The breast ropes were still there but the clover clamps had been replaced by tweezer clamps. She could barely tell they were there except with every movement the bells rang out. Painful no, annoying yes.

Why has he done this she thought? He could be torturing my nipples but instead he is toying with them? The large collar on her neck had been replaced by a slightly smaller one, again padlocked on and its chain leash was tied to her knee ropes pulling her head down keeping her torso bent at a 90 degree angle. The wrists were again tied palm to palm and the elbows were tied completely together. The arms were pulled straight up high behind her nearly vertically and pulled up to a rope coming from the ceiling.

Cindy felt like a guitar string waiting to be played. Cindy felt something stir behind her. “Whack Whack Whack” as his hand begins spanking her already red ass. Part of her couldn’t help but enjoy this and he took notice. He bent down under her and added 2 large fishing weights to each of the nipple clamps. She let out a moan as the sensation in her nipples was sweet agony. A hand came down and pulled the ball gag from her mouth and left it dangling from her neck. Drool poured onto the floor beneath her. “Why Miss Cindy , you aren’t supposed to be enjoying this” he said. “You haven’t given me much choice” Cindy replied in short breaths. “The truth is Miss Cindy , I had discovered the name of the traitor hours ago and no longer needed you. You have impressed me with your courage so I simply enjoyed playing with you.” Cindy suddenly realized he intended to leave her in her predicament, but the pain in her arms was already overwhelming. “Please don’t leave me like this” she begged. “Why Miss Cindy , I simply can’t just leave you here unrestrained. Is there a position you would rather be left in?” he asked. Cindy was trapped and knew she had to think fast. What could she possibly escape from? Certainly not this! “If you’re going to leave me, please leave me hogtied” she finally blurted out.

And that is how Cindy ended up where she is now and has been for the last 2 hours. had taken her down from the painful strappado but left everything else in place. Crotch rope, collar, the works. He even put the replaced her tweezer clamps with the clover clamps he used on her first and her ballgag with a locking penis gag just for added torment. She was on her belly in a very tight hogtie. had not meant for her to perish like this. He had left just enough slack in the wrist ropes for her to maneuver them and a few feet away on the floor of the room he had left her a pair of scissors.

Cindy knew this and was working hard to get to them but they seemed miles away as she struggled towards them. The elbow ropes, the locked collar and the locked penis gag will all be another challenge but she knew she would figure that out eventually. She had overcome impossible situations before and she would triumph over this one too. She had to try to escape. He had given her the means. As she wiggled closer to the scissors she also saw a key on the floor. Hopefully it would unlock the penis gag and the collar. Crawling across the floor was slow and painful enough but the chain leash under her nipple clamps made it even more exasperating.

Finally she reached the scissors. When she tried to reach for them she realized he had tied her wrists, elbows and ankles together using the same rope. Clever of him keeping the final knot at the elbows meaning untying the hogtie would have been impossible. But if she could cut it that might give her the slack she needed. By rolling on her side she was able to reach the scissors and cut the rope connecting her elbows to ankles. When that slack came loose it just became a task of wiggling out of the tie. Within minutes her arms were free and she was untying her feet. Next she took off the nipple clamps and learned the hard way once again that removing them was more painful than leaving them on. After that came the crotch rope which was pulled in her so deep it was soaked.

Finally the key. First the penis gag. Cindy was relieved the key opened the lock and even more relieved when she was able to slowly pull the huge monster out of her mouth and release a flood of drool. Elation ended however when she realized the key did not unlock the padlock connecting the chain leash to the front of the collar or the collar itself. Exasperated she began searching for her clothes. The room was littered with bondage gear but not clothes. Giving up she decided freedom was more important than modesty. She took hold of the leash as she resigned herself to having to live with it and the collar until she got home and bolted for the door. At last freedom, or just another day in the life of Cindy , FBI Agen


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Cindy sits on the Hunter's table tightly bound and gagged. Her elbows are welded tightly together behind her back in rope, her wrists are tied and ropes bind her ankles. A torn sheet has been pulled between her lips and wrapped and ties around her head to keep her quiet. Cindy struggles desperately to get free of the ropes, her f Cindy ble arms reaching around her body with outstretched fingers in a futile attempt to free her ankles from the ropes.

The Hunter comes in to find poor Cindy struggling by still helplessly bound. He grabs more rope and wraps it around her shoulders, the rope is then run down between her bound wrists and then pulled tight. Cindy groans into her gag as her wrists are pulled up high behind her back to just below her shoulder blades. The Hunter secures her wrists to her upper back, with her elbows jutting out, with rope wrapped around her chest and wrists.

More rope is tied between her breast then he begins to bind her breasts still inside her tiny crop top t-shirt. Cindy can feel the tight ropes bite deep into the soft flesh around her tits. The thin cotton material of the t-shirt offers scant protection from the cruel ropes. Cindy looks down to see her poor bound tits stretching the fabric of her t-shirt as they swell and mushroom out from the brutally tight tourniquet of rope. Her tits look like two black balloons inside the t-shirt. She begs and cries into her gag but the Hunter ignores her cries and flips her over onto her belly.

Cindy arches her back to keep her weight off her cruelly bound breasts as the Hunter attaches a rope between her bound stiletto heels. He then runs the rope from her heels to her elbows and jerks her into a back arching hogtied. Cindy 's poor bound throbbing tits are crushed under her body as she is helplessly hogtied. The Hunter leaves her struggling to keep her back arched to keep most of her weight off her swollen tits with her stiletto heels pulled up close to her crushed elbows.

your mother will see you soon, Cindy, and she will spank your ass

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