When we have a naked and tied body to whip we have to forget that it was once human.

When we have a naked and tied body to whip we have to forget that it was once human. The body available for the whip is just a corps, a set of muscles, blood, meat and bones covered with skin that we can freely use as work material.

The work is done on the skin, the whole lashing process is done on the leather of the flesh. We work on leather! We must know where each organ, kidneys, liver and stomach are, anatomical knowledge helps us to prevent internal bleeding and early death of the faggot.

We must know the softest, most fragile and sensitive parts of the leather we whip, such as the nipples, armpits, scrotum and penis. We have to find out and explore where and how much we can whip without tearing the body's skin.

We can make these areas more sensitive by previously burning or injuring these parts so that the lashes are even more painful.

Some executioners prefer to whip the silenced stupid animal, blindfolded and gagged, on their backs, looking only at the injured and adorned lashes. They don't want distractions or anything to disturb their pleasure and work with the whips.

Others prefer to see the slut animal crying, screaming, begging, looking at the desperate and tearful face. Taking pleasure in seeing the animal's suffering, pain and despair. Listening to its cries and moans as if listening to music.

Some cops prefer to whip alone, having only the executioner, the whips and the animal in the room. Others prefer to whip in public, sharing the joy and excitement of a good session if whipping.

There is a lot of art and technique, there is a lot to be proud of for knowing how to whip violently for hours, causing a lot of pain, without killing the stupid fag.

Only regular and disciplined practice can lead to perfect lashes.

Whipping is a complex art that is very demanding and challenging. A prison guard early in his career may inadvertently, through inability, on some poorly applied lashes simply kill his victim. Long lashes can pull an ear out or blind the victim with a hard blow. Therefore, with experienced supervision in young and smooth leathers, only by practicing many times can the use of the various types of whips be mastered entirely.

There is no learning without error, is there?

That is why the prison put the most experienced prison guard to teach and accompany the daily training of the youngest guards.

The youngest and most miserable inmates, alcoholics, drug addicts, vagrants, or fagots, were reserved for police training and entertainment. Many of them were beaten for hours without pause, cruelly, with much violence and cruelty.

The boys cried, begged for mercy, passed out, pissed, or shit in despair. Nothing distracted or disturbed the executioners' amusement. Learning how to whip without cutting the boys' leather too deeply, avoiding the most vital parts, and allowing for more painful and long-lasting beating is the biggest goal.

Naturally, during classes or on the following days, one or another animal dies from bleeding or wounds. It's not a big problem; it's part of it.

The anti-pigmalion, transforming human beings into things.

For years, I wanted to make an experience of completely transforming a human being into an inferior thing, the opposite way of the Pygmalion myth. 

Some years ago, I found the perfect opportunity when I identified the true vocation of this stupid fagot and its deeper nature. At the time he was young, about 15 years old, he was the homosexual son of a very poor, religious and dysfunctional family. He was the family's shame and problem. It was easy to convince them to give it to me.

I convinced him to come and live in my house, initially as my employee, then my servant and, finally, as my slut slave. It was a systematic and gradual work of complete destruction of his self-esteem, his values, his dignity, his dreams and expectations. The one who once considered himself and appeared to be an ordinary human being, had to accept that a fag bitch is not human. 

As a researcher of human psychology, I gradually showed him his most filthy perversions, his sickness nature, his animality, his immorality and his sexual and moral perversities. I taught him with scientific method, and a lot of moral and physical violence, the disgusting and sinful whore that he truly is.

It was a hard work. I had to show how much pleasure it fells in its orifices, in its nipples, in pain, in humiliation and in renouncing all its expectations. Many times I burned, painfully and violently, with my cigar its nipples, its penis, its tongue while manipulating its hard penis with lust and pleasure. I daily whipped it very violently while it masturbated, exploding with pleasure and lust!

It learned that its sexual nature is vile, undeniably inferior and perverted. It learned to accept with contempt and naturalness its animal nature of fag and whore.

For almost ten years it has lived like this, like a bitch in heat, naked at my disposal. It no longer has a super-ego, or his self, it is just lust and submission.

I make him masturbate dozens of times a day and swallow its own cum, drink all my piss, suck my dick and eat only the remains of the food I throw on the floor.

My experiment was fully successful.

I have already shown in several scientific publications that it now lives coherently with its true nature, that it is happy and accomplished as my bitch.

Crowning my success and proving my thesis that it is possible to completely transform, reducing a human being into a simple "thing", I am selling my fag slut ​​for good money. Several prominent researchers, and wealthy and successful men have already visited me to meet my work. The stupid and disgusting animal cries for clinging to me, but accepts that it can be sold, recognizing itself as my property.

It accepts my domination, my rules, surrendering happily to fulfill the destiny of an inferior fagot.

He started coming here at home when we made contact through the cell phone app, he as "masochistic pig" seeking sadistic man. Since the first meeting, the rules were clear, as soon as he came into my house he was on all fours and naked. I used to whip him violently, raped him and he sucked my cock lovingly and sweetly. We never talked, I never wanted to have a relationship with him, to know his life or ideas, I never knew even his age. I don't even know what his voice is, nor can I tell if he has an accent or speaks correctly. I imagined that he was very poor, his hands calloused, his clothes simple, old and often dirty with paint and dust, his manners made me think that he was really lower class, without studies and a miserable family. Certainly he was a simple bricklayer, worker, porter or janitor, one of those despicable workers, some common scum.

I love to whip him very hard, I get very excited when I make his back hurt and bleed. He is very ugly, short, muscular, strong and silent, but he bravely resists the most violent blows without complaint, almost without moving. My cock gets very hard during the whole spanking, when my arms get tired I brutally stuff it in his ass and throat, but I only come when he licks and sucks sweetly until he swallows every drop of my cum.

I never let him come. If he got excited I would squeeze and twist his balls until the dick softened.

At first he used to come once a week, then three or four times a week, until I propose - "pig" I want you to live here in my house! I want you to abandon your life and become my fixed slave, I support you. Bring all your things and start living here with me permanently.

He simply, without question, obeyed. The next day he brought an old, dirty and small suitcase with clothes, documents and a cell phone. He must have been really poor. I threw all his clothes, glasses,  cell phone, all the papers and photographs in the trash bag. I kept only the most important documents, and nothing more. I didn't want him to bring his history, identity, affections, memories, I just want the body, its flesh, its holes and obedience.

I saw his eyes filling with tears when I broke his glasses, his cell phone, and tore up the pictures before throwing them in the trash.

He was still crying as I put the gag and collar around his neck.

Now he's been mine for almost ten years. My friends and my cleaner are already used to this pig walking around the house on all fours.

The routine is simple, it sleeps on the hard floor, eats the leftover food from the house mixed with dog food. Only I can remove its gag, I only remove it for him to eat and suck me, the rest of the time it is always gagged. That is, it hasn't spoken in years.

Virtually every day I whip him hard. This excites me, amuses me and reiterates that it belongs to me, as a slave, or as an object or a toy. Its body is permanently injured, scarred and bleeding.

Once a week, on Saturdays, I wash him as if anyone washes his animal, in the backyard of the house, using the water hose, hard brushes and soap. I make bathing a painful and violent experience. I dig deep the brushes and soap through the holes I regularly penetrate, mouth and ass. I rub with sadism and force the healing wounds to reopen all injuries.

I believe that my asshole fag likes to be mine, that somehow, in its own way, it is happy and fulfilled in becoming my animal. Often it gets excited when it is whipped, its cock gets hard to denounce its excitement. It cannot masturbate, let alone come without my permission.

So once a month I masturbate him personally. After one of the beatings with whips I use the pliers to crush and twist its nipples and balls. The whole process is long and time consuming, cruel and must be very painful, it cries a lot and groans feeling each part of the body crushed with force and twisted by the pliers.

I just stop torturing him when it comes and spills all his cum on the floor. At no time does the fag run away or try to protect himself from my pliers. The stupid worm just moans, cries and squirms from the brutal pains and looks me in the eye with his look of suffering and pain, sweetly and lovingly.

I know that it adores me, that it accepts my domination, my rules, surrendering happily to fulfill the destiny of an inferior fagot like him.

It is true that it pleases me, but I have any no affection for him.

I have already talked to my friends, lawyers, police and judges.

One day, for pleasure or boredom, I can kill it from beating, suffocating or poisoning it. I'll put it in the trunk of the car and throw the garbage in some river.

One evening I was talking to a friend about how I intend to get rid of my toy, while it sucked the visitor's cock sitting on the sofa. My friend looked at the pig, and laughing and asked - fag do you know that? That one day you will be slaughtered and thrown in the trash?

Without taking the visitor's dick out of his mouth, it looked up, eye to eye, and nodded. And it went back to sucking my friend's cock carefully and lovingly.

Like me, my friends and neighbors, we visit the police station every afternoon to de-stress and have fun whipping one of the prisoners.

With the budget cuts, the neighborhood police station started to count on our financial support, from the merchants and property owners of the neighborhood. The chief of police ordered his men to do private security, escort and all kinds of favors for us, the good men of the local elite.

One of the services we most appreciate is the police station's torture and punishment room. Me and many of my friends and neighbors started visiting the police station every evening to de-stress and have fun whipping one of the prisoners. Police officers separate the poorest prisoners without institutional or family support in a cell so that we can choose which one we want to use. They are usually homeless, unemployed, alcoholics or drug addicts with no use or social ties. They are just society's trash.

The prisoner we choose is taken to the punishment room, stripped and tied to the post. We, good family men, can spend hours having fun and mocking of the suffering and despair of the miserable. I prefer to  whip those who scream and cry all the time. I like to see those who are so terrified, urinate and defecate during the beatings.

The punishment room is a large and simple room, without windows, with smooth walls, with taps, hoses and a drain to facilitate cleaning. The walls and ceiling are smeared with lashes and blood that splashes in all directions. The sound of the whips crackling, the screams and moans of the tortured reverberated making the room very lively, almost musical.

We always had one of the prisoners naked in the room to clean the blood, urine, vomit and sperm that we spilled on the floor. The imbecile regularly washed the body of the disgusting son of a bitch attached to the pole, removing the excess blood that dripped, so as not to dirty our clothes, walls and ceiling so much.

The enthusiasm, the pleasure and the joy of whipping with a lot of violence, without haste, without limits and without any worries these human shit are so great that I often spend daily three or four hours whipping without rest. I barely see the time go by.

The excitement is so great that I, my friends and the police often jerk off during beatings. Often, the police wash the prisoner's ass, so we can fuck them. Some inmates suck on our dicks when they beg for lighter beatings.

It's more fun to whip together, in a group of friends. I have many friends and neighbors who enjoy whipping like me. We like to test new types of lash, with different materials, weights and lengths. 

We usually go directly from work to the police station, between 5 pm and 6 pm, and stay there until 8 pm or 9 pm. After our "daily sport", after our fun, we returned to our homes to have dinner with the family and kids. Our wives don't even complain that our suits and shirts arrive dirty, with lots of blood stains every day. Because, they recognize that we arrived lighter, humorous and happy after the fun at the police station.

I see every fucking idiot I whip as a challenge. One of those shitty bastards, one more stout and quiet, gave me more than a week to destroy. It endured quietly and steadily beatings for several days. Only after a week did I get him to cry in despair, begging for mercy. I made him kneel and suck my dick in front of everyone, drink my cum, my urine and lick the floor sobbing and begging me to spare him.

Making him cry like a child gave me great pleasure, it was a beautiful achievement! But, his tears did not move my heart. After the scene, I had him tied in the pole again and I whipped him with redoubled cruelty and pleasure until he passed out!

I knew later that he died in the following days. I thought it was a shame, I loved to whip that shit fag.

What is the difference between humans, animals and slaves?

My tribute to my friend Chris, author of the blog: https://slavesthroughtheages.bdsmlr.com/

What is the difference between humans, animals and slaves? 

It is not intelligence, there are intelligent animals and stupid humans, nor form, there are beautiful and hideous beings in both universes. Therefore, it is not a question of nature or philosophy, but of law. Roman laws established that citizens were only free men; below them came women and children, considered incapable; below these animals (horses, oxen and dogs); below animals, slaves, compared to objects, and as such they were classified as useful and useless.

The law established that slaves, as objects had no rights, could be used, destroyed or disposed of like anything else that belonged to someone.

These creatures were used, tortured and discarded without any restrictions or concerns. The drawing shows two people, a Roman citizen crossing the street with his litter and a woman walking calmly. The citizen must be thinking about his social commitments, the woman in her tasks.

The beasts that carry the litter take care that the walk of its owner is comfortable, without many shakes. The leather of the beasts, tanned in the sun, exposes the marks and scars of countless whipping beats to each failure in the fulfillment of its functions. Upon arriving at his home, the citizen will inform the butler if the beasts should be whipped again, how many lashes each one will receive for the trip stumbling.

Like animals, these beasts defecate and urinate while carrying their burden. Like despised beasts, they cry in pain and fear and bleed for the failures they make.

The paving of the streets was irregular, it was not uncommon for the beast to be flogged to death for dropping the literature on the way.

These awful, lazy, disgusting and treacherous beasts of burden are motivated only by pain and fear!

It is truly fun to see the muscles and bones of pack animals contract and work to accomplish its tasks. These lazy and treacherous creatures are only motivated by pain and fear. The whip is its motivation. Only the lashes with precision cutting and brutally bruising the leather can make the animals work with real commitment and diligence, whipping with violence, cruelty and technique is essential for the beasts to work in a continuous and systematic way. The cracking of whips and the groans of animals is the music that gives cadence and rhythm to the choreography of the work. It's beautiful, lyric and poetic too!

 

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 extremely stupid, 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. They cannot escape, they are bound and gagged, but they howl, cry, for fear they use to pee and defecate. The strategy is to take advantage of the moment that the veterinarian is examining the animal, distracting it, looking into its eyes, as if talking to the beast, so that the slaughterer can strike the sledgehammer on the side of his skull.

When they get old, its meat and their organs lose utility and value, do not get good prices. Normally some breeders rent them for work in the field or in the industry, between the ages of 15 and 35. In those twenty years, heavy work tends to ruin its bones and physique. 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. In two or three months they are fat and tender so that their meat is perfect for consumption.

This animal in the drawing certainly did not imagine that it would be slaughtered. It was a domestic and urban animal. But its owners decided to sell it to buy a new car; the quickest way to make money was to take it to the slaughterhouse.

The restoration of slavery has made cities cleaner, safer and better cared for. Another benefit was to clear the queues for organ transplantation.

 

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!

Every hot summer afternoon, I like to ride around the property with the carriage.

Every hot summer afternoon, I like to ride around the property with the chariot.

I order the employees to chain the beast to the carriage and I go out through the roads and streets of nearby villages. Sometimes I offer a ride to the girls who work on the property; I like the small talk about the day-to-day of the farm.

I stroll for a few hours, just to distract myself and see the sights.

In the early evening, when I return to the farmhouse, I decide what to do with the despicable animal I used that afternoon. If the ride went well, I order to wash, feed and put the animal to rest in the stable. If the animal were lazy or reluctant, I ask the employees to whip it violently; I myself watch the bloody punishment with pleasure. Then I accompany the team to put it to sleep hanging from the ceiling in irons by the legs!

These beasts work hard in the fields, usually tied to the plow to pull as work beasts, with the keepers laughing and mocking as they sweat and fight in the hot sun, without hesitating to whip brutaly when their energy dwindles. And whenever they take a break, they do the other work that all the slutty fags have to do every day - they fuck with their holes. And, of course, at night, the dirty fags passed the shed as if they were meat. It's nothing for disgusting bitches to take a dozen loads in their throats and anus in a single session.

 

Do not confuse, it is not human being, it is despicable and an inferior fagot. It is less than cattle, less than an animal, it is a hateful, disgusting and treacherous worm.

I like to see that, despite being so stupid, with time and due to violent and constant training, slut fagots end up learning to behave properly, they learn their place. They learn to submit, wait and accept with resignation what their Owners decide to do with them, be it beatings, rapes or even slaughter. These disgusting and inferior fags were born for this. They have no other use, hope or fate.

 

In urban areas these stupid animals can be used for domestic work and in various services.

Some people believed that these stupid animals are useful just in rural areas, such as beasts of burden and traction or beef cattle.

However, in urban areas, it can be used for domestic work and in various services. This filthy old creature is hired to carry packages at the neighborhood fair. Its owner, a young and creative entrepreneur, buys some old, cheap animals that are no longer suitable for heavy work and rents them as porters at fairs and other urban events.

Since society restored slavery to the social lumpen, cities are cleaner and these despicable useless fags have come to have some use. There is no problem using these sluts even in cities. Before long, these despicable animals, its filthy and wounded bodies, its characteristic mooing and stench, became as frequent as it were accepted in various circumstances and spaces.

The brutal treatment, with whips and rapes should not be less frequent or violent because they are done in the city. Seeing these hateful beasts being whipped and raped is still fun. Beatings and abuses not only don't bother or move anyone, they are also excitedly encouraged by the population.

 

The soldiers bet who is able to pull the prisoner's dick and balls with the whips!

This drawing I did inspired by the work of a illustrator that I really like, Crassus. All of his drawings show crucifixions and brutal executions. His cruelty excites me and inspired me to do this one.

A person sentenced to death was nailed to the wooden structure, he may be a slave, a slut fag or a criminal. The soldiers who preached him have to stay there, watching until his death is finished. To fill the time and break the boredom, the soldiers bet who is able to pull the prisoner's dick and balls with the whips!

The long and heavy whips they have do not make it easy to hit such a small target, but that is precisely the challenge and the fun of the bet.

After all, who's in a hurry?

After several rounds one of the executioners still has some lashes to give, his opportunities to reach the goal and win the bet. The drawing shows the moment when one of them says that with just one more lash he will be able to pull the crucified pig's dick out.

I invite my followers to know the work of Crassus. https://crassuswild.bdsmlr.com/

 

Rape and beatings can be administered by anyone on the team at any time, just for fun.

Whoever works in the cattle company cannot be merciful, cannot be sensitive to the pain of animals. Animals are disgusting and stinking beasts, these fags are stupid, treacherous and hateful creatures, these pigs can never be treated with any respect or consideration. Very violent lashes must be applied constantly. The bodies of the animals must be permanently injured, sore and bruised. Thirst, hunger, cold and pain must be a permanent part of the existence of these animals.

Each team member, veterinarians, caretakers, caregivers, trainers, security guards or cleaning staff each has their tasks and roles defined. However, each of them must contribute to the general work of torturing and humiliating animals at all times. Rape and beatings can be administered by anyone on the team at any time, just for fun.

There are many testimonies that attest that some cattle get jealous when caregivers prefer to whip and rape another animal.

One of the important aspects of the process is to show the beasts that they are worthless and have no escape. 

The most violent, bloody and unjustified beatings should always be attended by everyone, the novices and the most experienced cattle. Seeing the suffering, despair and resignation of others during the violent whipping sections teaches the stupidest and most revolted beast that it will have to submit to, the inevitability of its fate.

When animals perceive the joy, gratuitous, and mocking sadism of employees, the sexual pleasure of raping and masturbating while whipping, they realize that they are no longer human beings. They realize that they are now just slut crap with muscles and holes to be used.

In a few months submitted and watching regular floggings and rapes, it is observed that for cattle, fear and revolt are replaced by acceptance and naturalization of the new condition. Some beasts learn to enjoy being raped or whipped, and fall in love with some of the employees offering their holes for penetration.

The keepers report that they have seen some beasts get excited and even come when they are whipped or raped. Some beasts are excited to see others being whipped violently. There are many testimonies that attest that some cattle get jealous when caregivers prefer to whip and rape another animal.

Therefore, experience has shown that the hands of animals must be permanently handcuffed or tied, they can never reach their penises. Sexual excitement like fear gives more strength to cattle, masturbation weakens.

 

Brutalized and abused these awful beasts become useful animals.

 With time and successive beatings the animals end up getting used to the new condition, their new life. They withstand lashes and rapes without resistance, resigned. The glare in their eyes fades, their eyes get a bovine look, without shine, without life. Tears, sweat, sperm, blood, urine, feces, dust stick to wounds and body hair. They become filthy, smelly, obedient and stupid animals.

Brutalized and abused these awful beasts become useful animals.

Therefore, the animal's first weeks in the company have to be occupied by many violent and daily beatings and rapes.

There is great pleasure in watching the transformation of a stupid and despicable human being into a raw animal. Both are beings without qualities or great interest. But even the most despicable human being is still reluctant to submit completely to the desires and cruelties of superior men.

Therefore, the animal's first weeks in the company have to be occupied by many violent and daily beatings and rapes. Only after days of uninterrupted brutalities will the beast surrender to each lash at every penetration without resistance, resigned and obediently.

Only in this way the slut fagot will learn to open his mouth and anus obediently to anyone who wants to shove whatever they want inside. The animal will remain motionless waiting for each lash on its body, leaving the face within reach of each slap or punch.

Only permanent nudity, fetters and extreme violence will be able to make the complete transformation.

The whole process takes a lot of work for the team, it's tiring, but it's beautiful, pleasant and a lot of fun too.

It's exciting to see the despair and tears mixed with the blood, sweat and sperm of the employees on the face of the cattle.

The look of animals when they arrive still reveals a certain humanity. They are scared even though they still have no idea how terrible, brutal and painful life will be as an animal.
They are still embarrassed to be naked. They still resist and fight against chains, collars and gags.
The stupid and frightened beasts, even in the first weeks, still try to resist the rapes.
That is why, in the first weeks, these beasts are whipped, beaten and raped many times every day. They are kept filthy, hungry and thirsty all the time. These slut fags reduced to animals, have to realize that they have lost everything, their identity, their lives, their rights, their dignity and suffer until they also lose all reason and all their last hopes.
This work is strenuous, but it gives great pleasure. It's exciting to see the despair and tears mixed with the blood, sweat and sperm of the employees on the face of the cattle.
 

Humiliation and regular rapes, torture and terrible suffering completely destroy all the good that ever existed in these pigs.

 Some people say that livestock companies must have respect and mercy with these disgusting animals, avoiding amputations, tortures and whipping.

Some groups claim humanized treatments for all animals raised in captivity. We know that livestock, poultry and pig farming can treat their cattle with greater respect and greater care.

None of these issues apply to the disgusting slut beasts created by the Livestock Company.

Most of these creatures were born human, lived as people before they were reduced to beasts. What keeps them as stupid and resigned pigs, what makes the process effective and definitive is the brutal and dehumanizing treatment.

Regular humiliation and rapes, torture and terrible suffering completely destroy everything good that ever existed in these pigs.

These animals are not pets, they have no names.

Do not feel respect or pity for these despicable worms.

When the vet slowly cuts off its penises and balls he looks into its eyes to enjoy the desperation and pain of the slut fag. When he cuts off each of its fingers, he does it cruelly, in the most painful way. When he cleans, sews or burns the scars, he does it without haste, to cause more suffer and pain. When the animal passes out, work is stopped to be resumed when it wakes up and is conscious.

The company only hires professionals who perform their duties with cruelty and sadistic pleasure. Stimulates, rewards and promotes the most cruel employees.

Choosing and buying a slave in ancient Rome. A tribute to the incredible blog: https://slvtoby2011.blogspot.com/

Choosing and buying a slave in ancient Rome

As a young, somewhat effete Roman patrician, there is nothing I enjoy more than trawling through the city's slave-markets seeking out the newly arrived livestock. I particularly like strong,muscular barbarians and enjoy the power I have over them as they kneel with their hands tied behind their backs.

I note the anger and frustration in their eyes at their inability to protest. But I also see fear there as they contemplate their futures as slaves of Rome and the fear of awful punishment that awaits them at the smallest sign of rebellion.

I am interested in this particular slave; a barbarian from Hispania I am told. Slaves from that region are reputed to be hard to break but that doesn't deter me. I will enjoy breaking this slave's spirit and bending him to my will.

But first things first! Before I buy him, I must see more of him. I will order the slave-dealer to strip him of his loincloth so that my hands can roam at will over his nakedness gauging the power of his body and the strength of his muscles. Naturally, I will pay attention to his cock and balls before I command him to turn with his back to me and to "bend and spread" his ass cheeks so that I can assess if he will suit my special needs. I do love to fuck slaves who are bigger and stronger than me.

And id he does, I will buy him and have him delivered to my home where he'll be cleaned  and made ready for my bedchamber.

Slavery is a wonderful institution and we Romans support it wholeheartedly

I made this drawing, but it's a story and the inspiration is from the Chris`s blog:

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Veterinarians must be very careful when working on adapting animals.

Veterinarians must be very careful when working on adapting animals. These filthy creatures are insidious and infected, their bites can transmit diseases and infections.

Livestock Company has large and clean rooms equipped with immobilization devices that allow working any part of the animals in comfort, safety and hygiene.

Animals are completely immobilized and can remain so for many hours or days. The position facilitates cleaning, washing and surgical interventions and amputations. Anesthesia is expensive and in these unnecessary conditions.

Animals are terrified and aggressive when attached to devices. Castrations, extractions of teeth and organs (for sale), cuts of tongues, paws and fingers are frequent.

After the intervention, the cuts are sewn or cauterize, sanitized and treated with dressings. Normally, animals are returned to pig pens after a few weeks.

If the businessman says nothing, the whips do not stop and the animal can die.

 The modern privatized urban prison system rents animals for heavy, dirty and dangerous work at factories, at the port and at local companies. Private prison companies rent these subhuman animals, generating huge profits for companies, and financing the prison system that has proven to be the best strategy to eliminate the vagabonds, the unemployed, the illegal migrants, the miserable, the alcoholics and the outcasts who previously infested cities.

These animals do not comply with sentences; they are simply filthy animals, with no rights or hopes.

When this animal returned to prison after a month's rent, it was accused of being lazy and unsuitable. The businessman who rented it asked to see its punishment.

Before being punished, the beast crying and begging for mercy, sucked the customer's dick and was raped.

Whipmen, the most experienced executioner, will whip him brutally until the customer is satisfied and ask to stop. If the businessman says nothing, the whips do not stop and the animal can die under the whip of the experienced executioner.

That is why the Whipmen whips the less vital parts, with calm, cadence, precision and cruelty.

The animal cries and begs for mercy for hours, but it looks like it won't survive this time.

The other animals in that group watch the destruction of their fellow beast.

It knows that this is what freaks like him are born for.

Years ago, when he was still a human fag, he was looking for a way to fulfill his dream of being genuinely transformed into what he wanted to be, just a despicable fagot.

He searched wildly for sites on the internet, BDSM groups and offered himself without limits or conditions until he found someone who could make him an fag animal.

He broke with all his family ties, friendships, and professionals. He handed over all his assets, savings, and documents. When he still had rights and alternatives, he signed all the documents and contracts, unconditionally accepting to be treated and turned into a freak cattle. He wanted a path of no return; he wanted to be forced to take any decision from its owners. Like an animal, it was auctioned and handed over to its first owner.

Its first owner burned all of its documents, whipped, beat, and raped him daily for years. The slut was rented and lent to many other men. It was destroyed, tortured, and used in all the cruelest and most brutal ways they could do. It was a period of suffering and learning, but he was happy with his Owner. It was sold a few times.

One of his owners decided to make changes so that he became just an animal. First, he cut his vocal cords so he wouldn't be able to speak anymore. Then, so that he would have to walk on all fours forever, he said he would cut his paws in half. He cried and was shocked to see all the toes on his front paws cut off. When they cut off part of his back legs, it took him weeks to walk on all fours.

It has been used and treated as a sexual animal for many years. It doesn't even know how to speak anymore; it screams, cries, grunts, and groans like a stupid pig. The animal has no dreams, hopes, or plans. It only feels pain, hunger, cold, and fear. It is terrified that some owner will decide to castrate him.

An old owner who still remembers seeing him being auctioned the first time asked the animal ─ Do you regret having given yourself up for this life? The animal, with its tear-filled eyes, moved its head, nodding no. It did not regret at all and smiled.

It knows that this is what freaks like him are born for. It loved being exactly the raw, sexual animal he was made out to be. It loved the life it had.

This kind of disgusting animal, after years of hard work, is sold for any purpose.

Its miserable family sold it when it was a child. Many miserable families sold their children to wealthy farmers or tourists. The girls and some boys are sold to the houses of prostitution; the rest of the boys are turned into work animals. They were not slaves; they were cattle or beasts of burden. Treated with such violence and brutality that they soon became despicable, stupid, obedient, and resigned disgusting animals. Brutally raped and tortured daily, they lost all their sanity and any reasoning ability. Most of them were blinded, neutered, and had their feet, hands, fingers, and legs amputated.

After years of hard work, they are offered for sale and can be purchased for any purpose. They will probably be slaughtered, their organs extracted, and the juiciest parts will become barbecue.

After so many years of being treated like cattle, these animals know they have a lot to fear. Sweat and trembling show that they're frightened and nervous. The animal smiles and tries to please potential buyers. It tries to seem willing and happy; it doesn't want to die today.

Shut up and hold still, you shit! You are just my slut fag!

Shut up, nasty shit!
I already explained to you, you dumb bitch, you are not my employee, you are not my pet! You are less than an animal, you are just my slut fag.
Stay on your knees, don`t move, keep quiet! I whip you as much as I want, hold still, silent and steady, you slut.
You can cry and moan, it doesn't bother me, it even amuses me. Whipping you daily is my pleasure, it's just fun.
You're lucky faggot, I won't tear you up in one day. I want you to last at least a year.
I bought you pig, now you are mine. I can do whatever I want with you, whatever amuses me.
Your body, each of your holes, your back, everything is mine.
You're gonna suck me, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to piss on you too, like your old owner did, okay.
Learn that this is your new life, learn to please your new Owner.
I really like to whip, flog and torture shit fags like you.
Be quiet, you shit, it's better for you.
You fucking fag.

Employees are selected from the most cruel, sadists and bad people.

Here at the farm, all employees know that, even if the beasts are functioning properly, they must always be whipped. 

Employees are selected from the most cruel, sadists and bad people. We only hire really rude and violent people.

Those who behave most cruelly and violently are rewarded and promoted. We usually prefer to hire ex-cops and ex-convicts, people with a violent history. Rape of animals by employees is considered a recommended action, that can be done at any time.

Excessive violence, or death without the need for one of the beasts, is not considered a serious failure. In contrast any attitude of mercy or gentle treatment of the cattle may be grounds for dismissal of the employee.

It's just an old, dirty, smelly, stupid animal.

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Fun in the prison camps - Part four

At nightfall, after fun, the troops and officers spend hours talking about the beating. Leaving the animal unconscious, hanging like a ham, for at least an hour, with sweat, urine and blood running down the body, leaving the wounds is part of the tradition. Carefully examining each scar, each open wound trying to remember which lash that opened it is a great learning experience. Learning the art of whipping requires practice, training and dedication.

Never leave the animal hanging for many hours. The tied wrists and the position prevent blood circulation in the hands. Once, out of carelessness or malice, they left the beast hanging all night. The next day they had to amputate both hands.

The use of prisoners for troop training.

How can policemen learn to handle whips and batons and immobilize criminals or protesters? The best training mode is using the beasts in captivity.
The municipal prison allows its filthy prisoners to be beaten just for fun and for training police officers. These creatures have no use or rights; they are despicable, dirty, stupid, and useless animals. Sentenced to life imprisonment, they are kept permanently naked and chained, as animals must be maintained. These shits know only hunger, violence, beatings, rape, and humiliation.
If the beating is so brutal that it ends up breaking its arms, blinding, or killing the animal, there is no problem. That's why they are training material for the troops.

Fun in the prison camps - Part three

The prisoner's groans and screams being whipped is part of the fun. Nobody should whip an unconscious animal, that's why the strongest beasts are chosen. The strongest and healthiest prisoners. The fun is to see its despair and suffering. Hence the effort to cause maximum pain and suffering without spilling too much blood, without tearing the flesh too deeply.

The beating must be violent and brutal. If the soldier who is whipping gets tired, he must be replaced immediately. The blows must be strong and paced. Not to ruin the show.

When the animal passes out, the beating ends.

Fun in the prison camps - Part two

Watching a prisoner being flogged is a great pleasure, a pleasant sight. The body performs a complex choreography, true dance with the whip. Watch the whip travel through the air, making complex and rhythmic trajectories, with beautiful clicks and agitated sounds.

There is the vanity of someone who is very skilled with the whip. Reaching the most sensitive and accurate parts of the prisoner's body requires a lot of skill and training. The nipples and penis are especially sensitive to whip blows.

The crying, moaning and screaming of the animal being whipped is also music.

Fun in the prison camps - Part one

Life in the military prisoner camps, in times of peace, is tedious. Officers, soldiers and prisoners have very repetitive routines. Even fun is part of the routine. Every week, on Friday, one officer chooses one of the prisoners to entertain and cheer up all members of the community.

The choice is almost random, sometimes justified by improper behavior by the prisoner. Sometimes for no reason, just for fun.

This is just cattle, this is not a pet.

Sometimes, some people who visit or pass by the farm seem curious about what the cattle were before when they were people.

Customers not used to these animals are curious to know if the beasts had any family, profession, or education and their country of origin. The company employees who work with animals daily have no curiosity. For us workers, these treacherous creatures are not, nor have they ever been, human; they are just cattle, despicable, dirty, and stupid animals.

Treated like nasty animals must be treated; these shits lose all of humanity. They become entirely helpless, obedient, and submissive, like animals raised in captivity, just like pigs or oxen. It can be used for animal traction work, as beasts of burden, extraction of organs, or even for slaughter and meat production.

We can make any adjustments and adaptations so that the animals better fulfill their function. For animals to walk on all fours better,  we usually cut off the toes of the front legs and the back legs below the knees or ankles of some of them. From some, we cut off the tongues; from some, we pull out the eyes; and most of them are castrated. They are functional animals created to give profits and income to the farm; they are not pets. We have no affection, respect, or pity; they can have their arms and legs amputated or be quartered or slaughtered at any time.

When someone asks us what they once were, we don't understand what they want to know.