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MATT NICHOLSON'S BREAST PUNISHMENT PRIMER - Part 3
More Medieval Tit Torture and the Marquis deSade
Discusses more Spanish Inquisition-style tit torture and the Marquis deSade
(Continued from The
Breast Punishment Primer - Part 2)
The Silver Age, or the "Arguably better because the women may have liked it, too" Era During the Bronze Age, the governmental and church powers created and adapted tools for torturing tits, and put them together with the tits they wanted to torture, with regard only for themselves. In the Silver Age we'll see that the power to pleasurably punish breasts was finally passed back to the people. Yet, as is historically the case, even that power was limited to the social elite. While there are many writers of the time that are noted for being... extreme, the Marquis de Sade is seen as being the end all and be all of the time.
More excited, the monk becomes more impassioned: he suddenly applies bites to six different places upon the fleshy globes I have put at his disposal; I emit a cry and start forward involuntarily, whereat he stands, advances toward me, rage blazing in his eyes, and demands whether I know what I am risking by unsettling him.... I make a thousand apologies, he grasps the corset still about my torso, rips it away, and my blouse too, in less time than it takes to tell.... Ferociously he seizes my breasts, spouting invectives as he squeezes, wrings, crushes them.... ...he also bites Armande, but she holds herself somehow in check, not daring to stir a hair. The monster's tooth-marks are soon printed upon the lovely girl's flesh; they are to be seen in a number of places; brusquely wheeling upon me: "Therese," he says, "you are going to suffer cruelly." He had no need to tell me so, for his eyes declared it but too emphatically. "You are going to be lashed everywhere," he continues, "everywhere, without exception," and as he spoke he again laid hands upon my breasts and mauled them brutally, he bruised their extremities with his fingertips and occasioned me very sharp pain.... ..."On your knees," the monk said to me, "I am going to whip your titties." "My titties, oh my Father!" "Yes, those two lubricious masses which never excite me but I wish to use them thus," and upon saying this, he squeezed them, he compressed them violently. Oh Father! They are so delicate! You will kill me!" "No matter, my dear, provided I am satisfied," and he applied five or six blows which, happily, I parried with my hands. Upon observing that, he binds them behind my back; nothing remains with which to implore his mercy but my countenance and my tears, for he has harshly ordered me to be silent. I strive to melt him... but in vain, he strikes out savagely at my now unprotected bosom; terrible bruises are immediately writ out in black and blue; blood appears as his battering continues, my suffering wrings tears from me, they fall upon the vestiges left by the monster's rage, and render them, says he, yet a thousand times more interesting.... ...Armande takes her place, her hands are tied, she presents breasts of alabaster and the most beautiful roundness; Clement pretends to kiss them, but to bite them is what he wishes... And then he lays on and that lovely flesh, so white, so plump, is soon nothing more in its butcher's eyes but lacerations and bleeding stripes. "Wait one moment," says the berserk monk, "I want to flog simultaneously the most beautiful of behinds and the softest of breasts." He leaves me on my knees and, bringing Armande toward me, makes her stand facing me with her legs spread, in such a way that my mouth touches her womb and my breasts are exposed between her thighs and below her behind; by this means the monk has what he wants before him: Armande's buttocks and my titties in close proximity: furiously he beats them both, but my companion, in order to spare me blows which are becoming far more dangerous for me than for her, has the goodness to lower herself and thus shield me by receiving upon her own person the lashes that would inevitably have wounded me. Clement detects the trick and separates us: "She'll gain nothing by that," he fumes.... ...we run about the room, here, there, he follows after us, indiscriminately striking Armande, myself; the villain brings us to blood; at last he traps us both between the bed and the wall: the blows are redoubled: the unhappy Armande receives one upon the breast which staggers her, this last horror determines his ecstasy, and while my back is flailed by its cruel effects, my loins are flooded by the proofs of a delirium whose results are so dangerous. de Sade wrote quite a few books, all with a "no holds barred" look at his favorite subject. If later day critics were right, and the Marquis intended his writings and works to serve as models for everything that came after, de Sade is looking down from on high -- or up from below, depending on your preference -- with a grin on his face. de Sade was known to have both participated in, and written about piercing, burning, waxing, binding and cutting, and those were on the light side. In fact, after having personally read through a large portion of his 120 Days of Sodom in order to research this piece, I can say with much certainty that the man had no limits. Frankly, if he were alive to submit some of his work to Darker Pleasures, I'd have to turn him down flatly - after recommending some therapy. On the plus side, he definitely knew how to torture tits. Her are a few excerpts from 120 Days, just to give you an idea. Drives between one and two thousand pins into her breasts... He uses candles and extinguishes them again and again by snuffing them out ... upon her nipples... He buries large hatpins into her flesh... nipples included... He gently toasts the skin of her breasts... proceeding very gradually, and using sulphur-tipped matches.... Employing well-heated tongs, he pinches her flesh, and mainly...her breasts... He scarifies her vigourously, cutting deep, devoting particular attention to her breasts and especially to her nipples... He leaps upon the girl, bites her breasts and especially her nipples...which he generally manages to remove with his teeth... He writes letters and words upon her breasts, working with a needle that has a poisoned tip; her breasts become infected, and she suffers excruciatingly... Pistol in hand, he has her stand facing to the right and lets fly with a charge which grazes her two breasts; he aims to shoot away one of her little nipples... It goes downhill for our hapless victims from there, and there isn't a nipple or breast (or in this case, a victim) that survives the ordeal. de Sade covered the entire spectrum of sexual torment so well, and there was so little left to the imagination after he was done, that there was really no way any other person could compete. And so he remains the undisputed master of tit torture, at least until they adopt the term Nicholsonism (and even then I think he has me beat). While there were many other participants in the Silver Age, they really didn't come up with anything new, and society at best turned a blind eye to the practice. Wars came and went, and plenty of tits were tortured in the name of those causes. It wasn't until the advent of the more enlightened Golden Age, an age where the common man learned how to torture tits with items found at any hardware store, bed and bath supply, kitchen boutique, or sporting goods store, that things really got good. Which brings us to the here and now, next. (Continued in the Breast Punishment Primer - Part 4) |
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