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johanna wrote
Hey everyone!
I'm new to this erotic hypnosis and I've found that it does work on me if I can get myself in the right state of mind, but I've not been able to find any recordings that go into really dark places; not BDSM but darker, like proper torture. Is it possible to make a listener feel intense fear and pain in a way that felt very nonconsensual? Or is that thought to be too dangerous? If these types of recordings do exist, any suggestions when to look?
Johanna
OxyFemboi wrote:johanna wrote
Hey everyone!
I'm new to this erotic hypnosis and I've found that it does work on me if I can get myself in the right state of mind, but I've not been able to find any recordings that go into really dark places; not BDSM but darker, like proper torture. Is it possible to make a listener feel intense fear and pain in a way that felt very nonconsensual? Or is that thought to be too dangerous? If these types of recordings do exist, any suggestions when to look?
Johanna
As JackDrago wrote, yes, it's possible but it's probably in the Top Ten List of Stupidest Things You Can Do.
That being said, there are some files on WMM that venture close to what you want. Use search term such as rape and torture in the File Navigator.
You can also write your own file. Sit in from of your computer with your word processor open. Describe what you want/fear to have happen in as much graphic detail as possible. The go through the document you just wrote, add as much more detail as you possibly can till you're nauseous. Then go back through the document, make everything happen in the present tense. Then add more detail. If you're talking about ripping fingernails out, describe the pincers used, how they grip the nail, if he is pulling slowing or if it's a quick jerk ... whatever. Add an induction and wakener. Find a Text-To-Speech program on the web. Use it.
For information on torture, search Amazon for Torture; there are 7K+ books available and I'm sure there are devices and other items available. I'm sure some of the books' descriptions will have you vomiting your lunch. We are a particularly inventive species in this area.
If you want a book you can leave around, buy Fox's Book of Martyrs. The full title is Fox's Book Of Martyrs: History Of The Lives, Sufferings, And Triumphant Deaths, Of The Primitive As Well As The Protestant Martyrs, From The Commencement Of Christianity To The Latest Periods Of Pagan And Popish Persecution.It is availabe free from the Gutenburg Project: http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/22400
Jackstock wrote:Some great advice from oxyfemboi on how to script it. Put up the scripton the forum or upload it to the site and say that anyone is free to record it. or make a specific commission with a hypnotist.
I'm working on something similar to this right now, and trying to make it just right, because it is very extreme and one has to make sure it is done the safest way
OxyFemboi wrote:If you send me two or three pages of description of what you want to happen to you, I will write you a file that will have you throwing up for days. I will not send my mind to that black cauldron of rape, pillage, and torture without a large financial reward. If you either had any sense and/or knew my way with words, you would be running to an airport to get out of range of any possible wi-fi signal now. When I say I will have you throwing up, I mean that you will be dry-heaving for days.
He used the blackened and burnt asbestos glove to lift the formerly black, now very red-hot pincers (which were in places glowing white) from the burning coals that were heating up other items of torture which I did not recognize. I knew from what they had done to me so far that I would be intimately acquainted with their many uses in a time that would be much too short for me to endure and much too long to live. The heat of the pincers reached me much earlier before their serrated grip grasped my right hand pinky's fingernail. He exquisitely grasped the handle with the burning asbestos glove and pulled oh-so-slowly, as slowly as a lover who was reluctant to unclasp his love's embrace. I was not even allowed the relief of screaming. They had gagged my mouth in some way that I did not understand, but the effect was that I able to breathe and slowly answer what questions he asked but was totally unable to scream or beg for pity. From their actions so far as well as the weighted chains pulling my arms from my shoulders, I expected no pity. As I had no idea what their questions referred to, or even the language in which they were asked, I had no ability to extricate myself from their not-so-tender mercies by giving them whatever information they wanted.
As the one in his black leather blacksmith's apron worked slowly and joyfully on my pinky nail, slowly extracting it from my finger's embrace, he sang Beethoven's Ode to Joy in a magnificent basso-profundo, which was a sardonic counterpoint and rendered what was being done to me a musical juxtaposition of true horror. The smaller one had gripped some of the coals in other burning asbestos gloves and was juggling five of them as he approached me. It appeared that he was going to practice his juggling act and my abdomen was to be the net which caught the coals before they could land on some of the piss-dampened bloody straw littering the floor. There was some other light than the ruddy light of the coals ... but it came from hoary stained glass windows. The scenes they depicted were the usual cheery, excessively bloody scenes of horror one expects to see in a church; they were so perfectly executed that one expected their blood would need to be cleaned up shortly. I began to pity their poor janitor -- I had seen him earlier when he brought the green moldy bread (or was it a science experiment?) and turgid water that was to be my daily meal; he was a handsome, muscular, idiotic studmuffin with hair the color of the flames heating those unknown instruments of torture who had been castrated, his tongue cut out with a pleasant toothy smirk, dull green moldy eyes, and the probable IQ of a cow's stinking turd -- when the open wound they had made in my side earlier began to bleed in unrequited sympathy.
I screamed.
Enough? It's one of my poorer efforts and is only a very rough first draft.
JackStock: Thanks for the compliments on my script advice.
If you are working on something similar, take it from me: there is no safe way to "do" extreme torment. Either go all out or don't do it.
Jackstock wrote:It really depends on the person, whether or not they can handle it. The same way some people love horror movies and other people cant stand them. This is just entertainment. It's up to the consumer to do what they want.
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