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Hell's Dungeon
by Stewart Chalford
illustrated by Gene Bilbrew
Tortura Press TP – 131
Hilbarth, Inc.
Buffalo, New York
1972

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Hell's Dungeon is a filthy book about awful people. The word “filth” appears at least 10 times in the original text. It exposes the twisted habits of angry characters, sometimes hurting to achieve revenge. Sometimes employed as dominatrixes. Sometimes, just for the fun of watching helpless victims recoil, squirm, cringe and cry. These despotic women have entwined perverse meanness into their lifestyle.


Not for the squeamish.


Julia and Pamela are partners in depravity. Lurid accounts of their ugly cruelty include slapping, punching, shoving, whipping, paddling, spitting, plucking, pinching, plunging, burning, scraping, forced cross-dressing, yanking and bondage. A family gets forced into sexual activity with each other. All orifices; disgusting materials.


A few painful episodes in the early lives of the protagonists are told as flashbacks. The story includes few elements of fetishism. The detailed narrative recounts multiple incidents of grotesque sadism perpetrated by two vile deviants.


The woman was unable to give voice to her complaint. Her head was encased within a black leather helmet which was a network of harsh straps, drilling studs and points into the girl’s flesh. Her face was being marked with the red dots of spikes, almost piercing, but not quite breaking, the surface of her skin. Great rivers of sweat poured out from under the mask. Her blonde hair was damp with the sweat where it surfaced and ran from under her helmet.

“Not so comfortable, my pet?”

Pamela scratched the girl’s raw and bloodied armpit, which she had just shaved with a surpassing cruelty. It itched and burned. Pamela helped the itch along by adding a few grains of itching powder to the abused skin. She ran her hands down the sleek swell and roll of the torso, the curves that melted into midriff and hips. It was such a wild evil kick to work upon the delicate richness. She pressed apart the ass melons and probed with the very tip of her nail delicately at the slight trace. She picked at the slight residue, sending strange gut-clawing sensations through the girl’s body, which was stretched out in bondage. . . .

Pamela picked at all of the delicate areas of the captive’s body, at her armpits, and bellybutton, her sex lips, her elbows and nipples, all of the tender places. . . .

Now it was time for serious torture. She began to stroke the girl’s body, massaging the rolls of succulent flesh, tenderizing her for the horrors to come. When she felt that the girl was ready to feel the real sting of horror, she brought out a long whip with several tapering lashes ending in small rubber balls, a thing to lash and sting with. . . .

That uncontrolled outcry earned the girl a crack across her pretty face. Another blow made her head dance upon her shoulders.

Another brought her down low, her head swaying and the pain blasting through her. Pamela seized a handful of her hair and pulled her .head back sharply. She then thrust her hand under the girl’s chin and bent her head back, back, with ever-increasing pressure until the screaming girl felt her head straining to crack upon her neck.

“That was simply to demonstrate to you the extent of my power over you. I can do anything that I wish to do with you and there’s nothing you can do except cooperate and try to ease it for yourself. So, go along with it unless you want to be really hurt bad.”

It was the bitter truth. The trembling girl braced herself for the sting of the whip. It was a hideous instrument and looked capable of stripping the flesh from her bones. Indeed, it was capable of tearing her apart. The first lash exploded upon her bottom. The ass globes rippled and jumped, a series of red lines were imprinted upon the flesh. Pamela pinched up the whip welts, running them through her fingers until she caused the blood to flow from them.

She whipped the girl hard and fast. The whip repeatedly coiled around her thrashing and violently kicking body, the lashes cutting her up badly. . . .

Pamela was soon bathed in sweat from the delight of whipping the bitch and the effort of doing so. She played at her hair bush, dipping her fingers in and out of herself to stoke up her fires. She wondered what hell the judge must be going through in the next room, watching his other daughter squirming under the effects of the dose she had received, hearing Cathie howl and wondering what hell she was going through. . . .



Mr. Chalford's easy-to-read text was reset for the ebook iteration. Few changes were made to his colorful prose with its nasty vocabulary. About 34000 words.


Ten ink tableaux by the Great Gene Bilbrew illustrate the narrative. His fierce beauties are shown fighting, spanking and whipping. In many pictures, they wear gloves, nylons and boots.


Mr. Bilbrew's art was optimized on 30 pages, intended to reduce the need for zooming and scrolling. His drawings closely align with scenes in the story. In the ebook, optimized images were placed near text that describes the action they show.


Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced to show detail. Most pictures transposed to ebook format with smooth edges.


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