Whipping as an art, requires training, a lot of practice, dedication and vocation!

As an art, whipping requires training, a lot of practice, dedication, and vocation! Therefore, whoever intends to work as a beast tamer needs opportunities for practice and learning. The company chooses one of the older and more robust beasts, chains it on all fours on the floor, and places the best keepers on the team practicing with the heavier bullwhips on the animal's back. The goal is not punishment; it is just training and learning. Probably, the caretakers will continue to whip for hours, improving the movements and mastery of the whips, but it is unlikely that the animal will survive. But this is not a concern or issue for anyone; it is just a despicable and disgusting animal.

There is something festive and enjoyable about this task, isn't there?

 

Giuseppe Garibaldi arrested and tortured in 1837. More reliable account and image.

The records of torture sessions at all times, committed and documented by the most varied institutions are not accurate, nor do they inform what really happened during the sessions and between the various torture sessions. One aspect that all the documents fail is to admit of the pleasure of those who torture. There is no denying that torturing and humiliating gives great pleasure, true, full and sexual. Pleasure exists for those who practice torture, who whip, beat and handle the tied victim; but there is also fun for those who observe, watch the spectacle and the choreography of the torture; there is pleasure for those who set limits, command torture, choose the tools and ways of torturing. Every torture session is always a collective sexual practice, exercised among all those involved, with different degrees of consent, pleasure and satisfaction.

This engraving illustrates Giuseppe Garibaldi's torture by the Argentine army that captured him in 1837. He was not convicted, but was imprisoned for about three months for being considered very dangerous and feared. He was a mercenary or a hero, depending on who tells his story. This image shows him as a hero, at the age of thirty, showing his bravery and resistance to cruel torture. But the real facts were very different. Garibaldi was the enemy greatly hated and feared by the soldiers and officers who arrested him. Garibaldi was famous for seducing or raping many women, he was seen as a manly, courageous and sexist man. During the torture sessions, officers and soldiers sought to destroy his reputation and status as a respected and admired leader.

During the months he was imprisoned in the army prison, he was kept naked almost the entire time. Garibaldi was flogged and tortured countless times, brutal and very violent sessions that would only end if he cried and begged for mercy like a miserable bitch. He had no choice but to submit, as a condition for the beatings to end.

The whipping beatings ended only when he begged to be penetrated and asked to suck the dicks of everyone in the room, saying that a whore like him would love to do that. At the end of each torture session, when he was released from the ropes that hung him in the air, he crawled naked across the room, was raped by everyone in the room and then sucked on all the dicks, which were certainly luscious.

The image shows soldiers in the room and observers, awaiting his services. Everyone present is laughing, mocking to humiliate the man who will suck them next. The big table on the right is where he leaned over to be raped.

Even on days when he was not tortured, he was raped by many troop soldiers many times and was forced to suck the dicks of everyone who so desired.

In the same effort to destroy his image as an admirable and respected leader, his penis and scrotum were destroyed mainly during the torture sessions and also in daily life as the trooper's prisoner slut. When leading his men, Garibaldi was vain and famous for having a big and very powerful cock. Undocumented reports claim that his reputation was fair and deserved. Therefore, all soldiers' cigarettes and cigars were used to burn his penis, balls and nipples. Soldiers, visitors and officials took every opportunity to kick and step violently, crushing his balls and dick. Just as during torture sessions, swords, shotguns and pliers were used to crush and injure his penis and balls. Within a few months, he definitely lost all of his sexual ability.

One of the aspects that helped Garibaldi to be a great leader was the fact that he had a strong and manly voice. He made great speeches in open spaces, audible by throngs of thrilled soldiers. To further destroy this quality, all officers, caretakers and soldiers of the prison stuck their penises violently and deeply in his throat, injuring it and keeping it bleeding permanently. His mouth was raped so many times, every day, by so many men that after months he could barely whisper.

Before prison he was a strong, tanned, and impressive for his size, with well-formed and developed muscles. In the months he was imprisoned, he was badly fed, obliged to swallow all the soldiers' semen that he sucked. They never gave him water to drink; he drank only the urine and ate leftover food soaked with the caregivers' urine. He lost strength, lost weight, the color of his skin changed, becoming clear and greenish. 

After being released, after a long recovery he recovered fully in all faculties.

My tribute to Jiroh's drawings!

I admire, I'm really a fan of Jiroh's drawings! He draws despicable prisoners, such as worms, malnourished, naked and hairless, being brutalized without mercy, returning with resignation and gratitude to his brutish executioners. These drawings turn me on too much!

 

This animal did not expect to be slaughtered, but its owners decided to sell it to buy a new car.

The animals are foolish, but when they arrive at the slaughterhouse, even they realize that they will be killed. They are usually led blindfolded by employees so that they do not see the rooms soaked in blood, urine, and shit, but they smell the characteristic smell of freshly cut meat.

They cannot escape; they are tied up and gagged, but fear makes them pee and shit while howling and crying. The strategy is to take advantage of the moment the veterinarian examines the animal, distracting it and looking into its eyes as if talking to the beast so the slaughterer can strike the sledgehammer on the side of his skull.

Their meat and organs lose quality and value as they age and do not command reasonable prices. Breeders and owners know these beasts can work hard and well between ages 15 and 35. Heavy work tends to ruin its bones and physique in those twenty years. Many die at work from exhaustion and brutal beatings. After that age, its work capacity declines a lot and quickly. Some owners remove them from work, castrate the animals, and begin to raise them for slaughter. They get fat and tender in two or three months, so their meat is perfect for consumption.

This domestic and urban animal in the drawing certainly did not imagine that it would be slaughtered. But its owners decided to sell it to exchange their car for a newer one, and the quickest way to make money was to take it to the slaughterhouse.

The restoration of slavery made cities cleaner, safer, and better looked after. Another benefit was the elimination of waiting lists for organ transplants.

These despicable and hateful animals are cheaper and easier to find.

For generations our family has been in charge of transporting salt across the desert. We have many carts, we have to make many trips. We used mules, camels and oxen to pull our loaded and heavy carts on long journeys. After the collapse of the system, hundreds of miserable families began to sell their children, the army and the police sold migrants, vagrants and common criminals. Some many governments reinstated slavery, so iIt became very cheap and easy to buy hungry poor people, we started to buy this kind of sub human beast of burden. These despicable and hateful animals are not as strong as oxen and horses, nor do they last as long, but they are cheaper and easier to find.

 

I have always dreamed of being a jockey and have tried to discover to what extent these stupid creatures could be motivated by whips and spurs.

I was the shortest in the family. What, for some, would be a problem, but for me, it was an advantage because I had always dreamed of being a jockey. Many farms in my family's region had pack beasts, but few of these animals were bred for racing. They were crude, stupid, and cheap animals, bred to work in the fields pulling carts and plows, carrying loads, or for slaughter and the production of meat and organs. My uncles were wealthy and had many of those beasts and let me and my cousins ​​play races after Holy Mass on Sundays. It was on these happy family Sundays that I really developed my vocation and my pleasures. I could spend hours riding these animals; I was insatiable and tireless. I sought to discover to what extent these despicable and treacherous beings could be motivated by whips and spurs. My uncles really supported me in my dream; they didn't care if, on a single Sunday, I killed two or three of them from exhaustion or from whipping so much.

Those who died were impaled on skewers and served on barbecues for the whole family. I dreamed of being a real jockey on the racetracks in the capital!