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I tortured prisoners in Chile in the 1970’s. I was just a young girl then. It was fascinating and fun. I had so much power and control. There were only two of us female interrogators, the others were men.

The men were such brutes, so clumsy. They used the hammer approach, I used the sewing needle approach. They were like tanks, I was a fine Swiss watch.

I tortured women and men, but I enjoyed punishing the males the most. I preferred electricity as it provided adjustable levels of pain and left no marks. I could punish a prisoner for hours, where the male interrogators often had the prisoner go unconscious.

The things we did are probably too much for you to hear about here. I left Chile with my souvenirs, gold, cash and valuable information and I “retired” in another country.

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In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.