Whitzz/544K-RP-Datasets huggingface dataset:
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

With her waste washed away with the rest of the water, she was sopping wet and gasping by the time the men reached in and dragged her out of the cage. They wrestled her over to the middle of the open area, under the hanging bar, and they stretched her arms up and cuffed them to the ends of the bar, stretching them out to the sides over her head. It took them longer to get the spreader bar attached to both her ankles, but once they chained that to the floor and winched her up into a spine-popping stretch, she was helpless. The others got busy setting up the cameras, and then the leader made his announcement. This is Day One. Despite receiving yesterday's warning, we still have not received our money. The interest is now 10 percent. Now you get to witness a day of beating. He turned back to Lucia, walked up and cupped her chin in his fingers. Let's see if this motivates Daddy, hm?
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

She kicked and screamed as they dragged her out of the cage and she tried get out of their grips. She was still out of it from the hose off, but she made sure to try. When she was placed in some wierd contraption designed to keep her in place, she gave up and allowed her body to relax as she began to sob. She turned her head away when the man grabbed her chin. She was in pain just from hanging like this. She closed her eyes as if trying to brace herself for what was soon to come.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

Chapter One General Impact Abuse When she pulled her face away, the leader yanked her chin back to face him, then slapped her hard with his other hand. There was nowhere she could recoil to, nothing to do but let her head roll with the slap. When she dazedly looked forward again, he slapped her on the other cheek, just as hard. Then he stepped back, and the other men stepped in. For the first hour or so, they tweaked, pinched, and slapped her as she hung in a suspended spread-eagle. Her nipples were rolled, pulled and slapped, her breasts as a whole bore handprints on every square inch, she was spanked over her entire lower back and thighs, even her feet and arms didn't escape the stinging manual punishment. The second session, they took turns using a soft leather flogger. At first, it wasn't so bad, really almost arousing, if her flesh hadn't already been sore from their hands, and if she hadn't known what her situation was like. And sure enough, as the hour rolled on, the impacts grew more severe, and more judiciously aimed. Again, every part of her was stung by the flogger, even the palms of her hands and the tops of her feet. Only her face avoided being directly whipped, but there were enough stray lashes to keep her reeling from that, as well. For the third step they took turns using a riding crop, starting with the leather-looped slappy' end, and moving up to leaving actual stripes with the haft of the crop. Again, no portion of her body was unspared. At this point, the leader came up to her and grabbed Lucia by the hair at the top of her head, forcing her to look at him through the tears. All told, we've been going at you for four hours straight. We're going to give you a half hour break. Here, have some water. He held up a boxer's water bottle, the kind with the long bent straw built into it, and let her sip on it. He signaled, and the winch holding her suspended lowered her down to her feet--but no more. Her arms were getting a break, but only if she stood in an uncomfortably wide stance on pain-weakened legs. Bet you're wishing you had dinner last night, aren't you? sneered the leader.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

Lucia had no energy to protest. Her voice was nearly gone from all the screaming and crying she had done. She did regret not eating because now she was sucking down water like a desperate peasant. It made her look bad. She tried not to look anyone in the eyes. She was humiliated and wanted to crawl in a hole. She was furious with her father and new the next four hours would only get worse. She closed her eyes and decided to spend her break resting instead of looking around like an idiot.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

She had no way of judging time, but it must have been an hour later that her arm spreader rose higher, putting terrific strain on her arms once again all the worse for the inadequate rest they had just given her, and they were back to work. The fourth session dealt with a cat-o-nine tails. Similar to the flogger, but the sting was sharper, the welts more angry, but they still didn't break the skin. By this point they were taking their time, letting each strike sink in, making her fear and anticipate where the next strike would hit. It took longer, but it was much more stressful on her. The fifth session was a full-on single-tail bullwhip. The welts were stinging and red, and would leave bruises. She was whipped all around her back and belly, breasts and thighs and buttocks, and several lashes were expertly directed to her labia. The crowning lash was when a man stood in front of her, mashed against her, and reached around to pry her buttocks open for the final lash to land right upon her anus. The last thing they did to her, completing her eight hours of abuse, was the leader stepped up to her, took a good long look into her eyes, and then just punched her in the stomach, seemingly as hard as he could. Then he turned away, seemingly uncaring. That's a wrap. Cut her town and send her to bed.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

There was a small point in time where Lucia thought she had gotten used to wherever the blows landed, but she never imagined that they would attack such sensitive places like her cunt and her anus. When the leader punched her in the stomach she coughed up a little blood. Fortanately that signaled the end of the session. Wait...please! Lucia began and coughed some more. Can I have..a blanket..or pillow or something so that the metal won't dig into my skin? Please..
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

The leader looked around, then looked at one of his guys. The cameras off? When they nodded, he walked back to Lucia. They had taken her down, and were ready to push her in her cage. You do realize we're trying to torture you, right? He sighed. Tell you what, you finish your dinner tonight, I'll try and scare up a mat for you for the night. He crossed his arms as he gazed at her, weak and sore and trembling in the grip of the other two men.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

It took a lot for her not to smile at the nonchalant gesture. T-thank you.. She whispered. I'll eat tonight...I promise. She had to convince herself that her father would not leave her for another day, but even so, she couldn't wait in that cage with all her welts and bruises. At least what he asked of her was something she planned to do anyway. She didn't mind sucking up to her captors if she got pity from them off camera. It would be hard to discard her pride. However, she was too smart not to.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

They stuffed her in her cage, with considerably less trouble than they'd had the day before, and they locked her in. After all the equipment had been moved out, her bowls were brought back, one brimming with water, the other with a can-full of pre-made chili, as before. They were slid into her cage, as before. They left her be for a while, to eat and what have you, before the leader eventually came back in.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

Lucia found herself shoveling the chili into her mouth, hungry from the day before. She felt like a dog, but she couldn't help herself. By the time the leader came back she was licking the bottom of the bowl. When she looked up he was there and she blushed madly, her hands instinctively wiping her face clean. At least he had come back, because just as she thought it hurt like hell to sit against the stupid bars. She realized that she had actually made her face worse since her hands were already dirty.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

The leader nodded. The protien is good for you. Will help those bruises heal faster. You're gonna be pretty black and blue tomorrow. But you did well. Here. He slid a rolled-up plastic yoga mat between the bars. This will help with the bars. Just don't get it messy if you have to use the facilities you're kind of out of luck for clean-up until morning, after all. There was a little bit of a smirk in his tone. And here mouthwash. He passed another tiny bottle to her. Can't give you a toothbrush and all, but this'll have to do. And drink your water. After that, he turned and left. He was considering the mild sedatives they put in her food and the mouthwash she was going to seep well tonight, and probably credit it to the mat, but the use of those made him wonder. He hadn't done anything like this in a while, so what new compounds could he use for the future tortures, if it got that far? It was entirely up to her father, but frankly, considering that body and that attitude, he was looking forward to the chance to break her completely.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

She watched him leave and sighed a bit. She realized she had to go to the bathroom so she drank the water and before she layed the mat out she did her business and then layed it out. After using the mouthwash, she spit it out of the cage and then looked down, wondering how she would sleep. She didn??t lean against the cage like last night, but rather curled up into a ball and then closed her eyes. ??Daddy, where are you??? She mumbled before falling asleep rather quickly due to the sedatives.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

Morning came once again when the overhead lights switched on with a clunk. The drugs having gone through her system, Lucia was able to wake with the light. Once again, the men filed in with their masks and their equipment. The leader came over and tossed her the usual bottle of mouthwash they were making sure her teeth were in good order! Here. Gargle it well you'll want to have a clean mouth and throat today. The men were wheeling in some unusual gear Lucia recognized a set of stocks, and a kind of kneeling bench, and some other devices and apparatus she didn't quite recognize. Clearly, today was going to be different from yesterday. Including, she noticed, a difference in her cleaning some men were dragging in the firehose, but there was also a conventional garden hose. They were laid out where she could see them while she was using the mouthwash it was as if she was being shown her options, depending on how she acted.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

When Lucia woke up she watched the men start to set up again. This time she didn??t see anything too bad. Actually, she had no idea what half the stuff really was, but it didn??t look harmful. She used the mouth wash and then spit it into the drain instead of on somebody??s shoe this time and then looked at the fire hose and the garden hose. Honestly she wasn??t too fond of either but with her injuries she had no choice but to hope for the garden hose. She kept herself quiet and respectful.
Thread: The Book of Hostage Tortures

The leader nodded. Good girl. Now, let's get you washed. He signaled to his men, and one stepped forward with the garden hose, with one of those multiple-spray handles. The water was cool, but not cold, and the spray through the bars was reasonably gentle. Lucia was able to rinse the dried chili off her face and hands, and cleanse the sweat from her skin. Bruises were indeed rising all over her, some light and some much darker and angry. It was mildly painful to even move, but she needed to clean herself. After she was washed, other men came up to take her out of her cage. As they moved her toward one of the strange boxes they'd moved in, the leader made his address. This is Day Two. Despite your witnessing yesterday's pain, we still have not received our money. The interest is now 20 percent over the original sum we are being generous and not compounding the sums daily. Now you get to witness the plundering of your daughter's face. He turned and signaled, and the cameras all focused on Lucia.
Thread: Heart of Transparisteel (Mr. M and tempted kitsune)

Taggart scrolled through the start-up instructions again, bright blue eyes flickering through the holographic text, making sure he knew what he had to do. On his latest team job, part of the compensation had been in loot, and they'd had time before evac to go through the installation's inventory, and he found what he wanted. He'd needed some assistance for a while support staff to take care of things while he was on an op, and assist him during off-mission times. He had stopped off on a random moon and depressurized the whole ship just to wrestle the cryopod from the cargo bay up to the pressure deck, just so he could try and start it up during the Long Jump. He'd thought he was getting a standard model, but the documentation made it seem like it was more technically advanced. He followed a lot of it, but he wasn't a technician, so he wasn't sure what exactly the ramifications of the upgrades were, but it did seem that it was all going to be good. He wasn't losing any capability, and was gaining a lot of options, so he just went with it. His lightly dusky skin glinted under the ship's bright common-chamber lighting, and he rubbed his follicle-inhibited scalp, fingers tracing across the web of tiny scars that decorated his head behind his left ear, a souvenir from a flash-frag grenade several years ago. He accessed the appropriate wireless networks, and entered the proper commands, bringing the preoperant systems online. Soon he'd prepped everything he could, and it was time for the voice authorization. He cleared his throat and spoke, his surprisingly rich baritone voice ringing out in the small room. K2253 Mainframe Access. Primary command user set Malachi Argus Taggart. Currently set for general duties, open learning architecture, and, oh, let's say standard personality. I could use someone to talk to. Um, activate.
Thread: Heart of Transparisteel (Mr. M and tempted kitsune)

She she felt as if she was floating in a sea of absolute blackness,a space filled with absolute absence.She had been created to be the most human bioandroid ever created,It was said that if a machines core code,its essence grew,adapted as it learned and experienced emotions,That eventually its code would cease to be,It would evolve into a true essence, a true soul.The people who had created her had managed to create a soul without such steps creating a creature of mechanical nature that possessed a true soul, and a completely pureness.Unfortunately she was a machine first and foremost and if she were to ever become truly alive,or as alive as something like her could become,she would have to grow from her mechanical nature,to grow and develop emotions,to experience the world, to become human. Suddenly a voice seemed to cut though the nothingness that surrounded her delicat eye lashes fluttered and parted as deep crystal blue eyes opened and looked blankly at the man before her,As more and more of her systems began to come online and run their start up diagnostics those Icy blue eyes seemed to grow more aware,as if she were a real person.Her body was slender and curvy, a beauty of silky smooth skin and of a pale complexion,the only things that pointed out that she was still a machine were the many joints of her body.She reguarded the man who had activated her,unsure if what to say,even if she should say anything.
Thread: Heart of Transparisteel (Mr. M and tempted kitsune)

Taggart stood in front of the upright, open cryopod, watching her awaken. When she blinked at him, he felt strangely uncomfortable. He hadn't really dealt much with biodroids, robots designed to mimic humans, but he was surprised at how realistic she was. He knew she came preloaded with most basic information, including a language suite and general encyclopedic databases, and he'd just uploaded his own name. He also knew from the manuals there were some random elements involved which would make her unique as she moved forward in her personality programming. Um, hello, he said. He figured he'd be most comfortable addressing her like he would a real person. I'm Taggart. He paused a moment, knowing her system would be instantly indexing him as her current primary commander. Welcome to the Fox's Tears . She's a Dexis 343 category 7 light cargo vessel, and she's our home. The Tears may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts... he stopped himself, as he was starting to sound like a sales pitch, even to himself. Your documentation tells me you randomly generate your own name and a personality profile. Um... in that case... what should I call you? He realized that she was still more or less standing in the open cryopod, and just out of pure human habit, he stepped forward, holding out a hand to help her out of it, automatically, without even thinking of her as a robot. With her interactive programming, she was sure to recognize the gesture, but whether or not she'd respond to it was up to her.
Thread: Heart of Transparisteel (Mr. M and tempted kitsune)

She continued to regard him quietly letting her internal information tell her what she needed to know about her immediate surroundings.Suddenly a name popped up on her internal HUD the name Malachi Argus Taggart showing above his head in her vision.She smiled softly and nodded her head to him.She knew that he was her commander,that he was the one who would direct her actions as it pertained to the ship and her daily chores.As he bean to talk about the ship she followed along,logging the information into her memory.When he brought up the subject of a name she nodded once again.My programing has decided on a name,though my personality is not so clear,I do not know myself well enough to say what it is at this point.Her voice was soft,synthetic vocal cords making her speech indistinguishable from a humans.She even mimicked a human down to being able to blink and simulate breathing,her chest rising and falling as she indeed drew breath,the oxygen helping to sustain her organic components.My name is Melfina Taggart.She said and smiled again. Melfina watched as he moved forward and held out his hand to her.Unsure how to react she accessed her files on human inaction.Realizing what he was doing she lightly took his hand and allowed him to help her up and out of the cryopod.Thank you.She said knowing that was the proper response to help and looked around.She lifted a slender finger to the strange head set that rested on her head and a small screen appeared before her eyes.the fingers of her other hand began to touch each other in different combination,a type of short hand form of typing on a virtual keyboard.Suddenly a schematic of the ship appeared on the screen and she studdied it,taking note of its layout.after a moment the screen dissipated again.How may I be of assistance to you Taggart?She asked. She was unsure of how to address him but had seemed to pick based on how he had introduced himself to her.
Thread: Heart of Transparisteel (Mr. M and tempted kitsune)

He blinked in surprise. Um... Okay. He hadn't expected her to take a last name, much less his own. But he supposed it made sense. Melfina. That's a lovely name. He stopped himself before he went farther complimenting a robot was like tipping the toaster didn't really do anything. Still, he couldn't help the impulse. He watched her access the Heads-up Access Link Orchestrator on her head he had thought it was built-in, but maybe it was just mag-locked on there tightly it could go either way with an android. His own more utilitarian HALO unit was little more in appearance than a strip of black plastic wrapped around the back of his head, with slightly thicker ends at his temples for the holographic projectors and such. However, she didn't seem to project as much maybe the visual was tuned to a different visual frequency, or maybe it just fed directly into her vision circuits. Either way, it was a little disconcerting not to know what she was looking at. But then she turned and asked how she could be of assistance. Well, for one thing, let's talk names. I'm used to military address when being formal, and I'm the Captain of the ship, so you can call me 'Captain Taggart' or 'Sir' when we're relating on the job. Casually, you can just call me Mal. Um, although... He paused. Do you... get casual? As a biodroid? You know what, never mind, we'll deal with that later. He moved ahead with her briefing. The Tears is currently in shift-space, on a Long Jump to Bluesky for a quick refuel and hop to someplace more populous I haven't picked the destination yet. What I need you to do is to work out with me what ways you can assist. I am a mercenary, a professional soldier for hire, and while I can easily take care of my self and my ship, I have lately been finding it taking almost all my time. That's why I got you, you see. I can use some support staff, an extra set of hands, someone with few demands, and a biodroid seemed ideal. He paused, looking at her. She seemed so small and waif-like, 15 centimeters shorter and dressed only in that gauzy tunic. He felt suddenly bashful, which he knew was not a logical reaction in the least.
Thread: Heart of Transparisteel (Mr. M and tempted kitsune)

Melfina looked away slightly,unsure of why her cheeks seemed to grow warmer.Thank you..She said in reply to her comment and listened quietly as he addressed what he was to be called.If that is what you wish,then I shall enter it into my database of guidelines for future reference.Sir.She said and she shifted her weight to a more comfortable position.As my personality grows and I begin to develop my own identity I can become more casual at certain times,but if you wish to go into detail at another point of time then I shall stop.. She nodded as he discribed what the ship was currently doing and she smiled.I have already accessed the Tears Main computer and schematics,The ships layout and various functions can be remote controlled by my own systems at your orders Sir.If Captain Taggart wishes I can easily chart courses and oversee most computer functions within the ship as well as see to various physical chores.I can also cook meals.She added with a smile.She stretched then,soft mechanical sounds from her joints mixing with the rustling of the gauzy tunic.IS there anything that you need done at this particular moment?I can demonstrate my capabilities.She offered.