LondonBob
11-17-2003, 7:33 PM
History is selective. There are few, if any accounts of women using men’s faces as seats, but sitting on someone’s face is a highly symbolic act of conquest and humiliation and if you devote yourself to researching the subject you will find hundreds, if not thousands of cases throughout history and throughout the world where this has happened for real. Not a mutually enjoyable sexual act. I’m talking about situations where men and women are forcibly restrained and made to endure the cruel reality of having their faces sat on.
In March 1997, in the town of Rensk in Belarus an intriguing piece of furniture was recovered from the cellar of a half demolished house. It was a bench used to trap a human body so that just the face was exposed. It’s not a toy or part of a game. It was used in 1944 for a specific purpose.
During the Second World War, Rensk had been occupied by the Germans. Most of the men had left the town to fight for the Red Army or the partisans, and the one’s that stayed were killed in random atrocities committed by the Nazis and partisans alike. By the time it was liberated in 1944, the town was populated almost entirely by women and children. The women that survived had been made to endure starvation and countless acts of rape. Little wonder that when caught, German soldiers, and collaborators were treated in brutal fashion. Baying crowds tortured most to death but for others, there was a different, less publicised fate.The only law was the Ruling Committee set up by a rapidly advancing Red Army. The Ruling Committee consisted of 3 male officers and their instrument of control was a garrison of 400 female soldiers. Men were considered too valuable as fighters to be wasted keeping order in a town full of women and children. The reality was that the Ruling Committee got drunk on Vodka while the garrison ran the town. Records show that they did a pretty good job in very extreme circumstances.
It’s not clear who actually made this piece of furniture. It certainly wasn’t made by a skilled hand but the function is quite obvious. The victim would be strapped down onto the bench and the hinged lid would be closed over the prone body covering all but the face. The top part of the bench where the face was exposed looked a little like a saddle with the victim’s features forming a cushioned seat in the centre. When locked into this contraption, the victim would be unable to move their head or any other part of their body. They were trapped face up and at the mercy of anyone who chose to take advantage of their helpless situation. It was built as an instrument of torture, humiliation and eventual execution, rather than a sexual toy, but limited evidence through witness account indicates that many of the women from Rensk did enjoy a certain amount of sexual satisfaction. An indication of this fact is that although the first victims were women collaborators from the town, later victims were captured German soldiers, and it was probably no coincidence that these soldiers were selected on the basis of their facial qualities.
The following are statements taken from witnesses.
Sergent of Female unit. Red Army garrison.
We used the public latrine at Rebrov Square. Although there were few men, we wanted to keep this between women. It's difficult nowadays to understand how we could think up such a humiliating and strange punishment, and to kill people in this terrible way. We were not evil people. You can't possibly understand the suffering under the Nazis. All the things we'd seen. We had to have revenge, almost a cleansing. Everyday there were executions and public torture. It was the one thing that the Ruling Council cared about. Retribution, public retribution. How it was done was left to us. Someone had heard that in German history, women would sit on the faces of vanquished foe and the idea grew from there. We made the box and then put the collaborator in it. At first it was decided that we should inflict this execution on females only. If there was an enquiry later it would look better. How can I say this, we didn't want people to think there was a sexual element, but of course, if I'm being honest, there was.
The first was a whore for the Germans. We put the box in the public latrine because only women would use the public latrine and because it made her death more humiliating. We put a sign over it saying "Collaborater" and left it there with the latrine attendent. I had four of my comrades with me and we all took turns to sit on the whores face before we left. It was easy to suffocate her but we left that job to the civillians. The town had many prisoners and little food so we told the latrine attendent that we would take the body each evening and bring a new prisoner each morning. The collaborater was dead when we returned ten hours later. The latrine attendent described how her final moments were spent having her head smashed under the backside of a rather exuberent local girl. We put padding behind their heads after that. It seems that there were many of the towns women who were very dissappointed that she died so quickley. They wanted to have some more fun.
Every day we brought a new prisoner and every evening their was a dead collaborator. Where we had painted collaborator there were various messages written by the towns women. All of them demanding SS officers replace the collaborators. The next day we brought a young German soldier, he wasn't much older than 19 years. We couldn't bring SS officers. The Ruling Council may have noticed if we took some of them. He was terrified, begging us for mercy. We played jokes on him, making him kiss our feet and beg us not to put him in the box. It was difficult for him to crawl accross the floor because his hands and feet were tied. He was crying and kissing my feet, and I just laughed and kicked him in the face. That's how the war made us. It made us into people that could do that to another human being.
We put him in the box and then we made him kiss our arses promising that if he kissed them well, we'd release him. It was much more fun with a man. One of my younger comrades, Resnu, she took her fatigues and pants down and made him kiss and lick right up inside her naked bottom. I don't think she'd washed for at least a week. She told him that if he did a good job, she would release him. He was actually physically sick and almost choked on it. Luckily for him he managed to swallow his vomit and stay alive for another four hours. We hung a new sign saying "Nazi" and left. When we returned someone had written underneath, "latrine." He died from drinking too much liquid. Resnu commented that it was a waste of a good tongue. She was a crude country peasent, but so were the rest of the girls in our unit. I must admit that I quite liked the idea of having a Nazi lick my arse and maybe a bit more, and then kill him.
I decided to ask my lieutenant if we could build another box. It would be for just the comrades in our unit to use. My unit had been together since Stalingrad. 30 of us then, now we were only 17 of the originals left. The younger ones who joined later were good comrades. We'd all been through terrible things together. We'd fought like men and now we would have sex like men. We had many hundreds of regular German soldiers in the prisons, and very little entertainment.
I hope you like the story so far. Let me know if anyone wants to read the statements from others involved. I have staements from the latrine attendent, another Female soldier and the only German to survive being in the facesitting bench.
Also....I've always wanted to have my face sat on by a girl who's worn her panties for a few days and hasn't taken a bath or shower for a while. I've never found a lady face sitter willing to do this. Does anyone know any face sitters in the UK who might oblige?
In March 1997, in the town of Rensk in Belarus an intriguing piece of furniture was recovered from the cellar of a half demolished house. It was a bench used to trap a human body so that just the face was exposed. It’s not a toy or part of a game. It was used in 1944 for a specific purpose.
During the Second World War, Rensk had been occupied by the Germans. Most of the men had left the town to fight for the Red Army or the partisans, and the one’s that stayed were killed in random atrocities committed by the Nazis and partisans alike. By the time it was liberated in 1944, the town was populated almost entirely by women and children. The women that survived had been made to endure starvation and countless acts of rape. Little wonder that when caught, German soldiers, and collaborators were treated in brutal fashion. Baying crowds tortured most to death but for others, there was a different, less publicised fate.The only law was the Ruling Committee set up by a rapidly advancing Red Army. The Ruling Committee consisted of 3 male officers and their instrument of control was a garrison of 400 female soldiers. Men were considered too valuable as fighters to be wasted keeping order in a town full of women and children. The reality was that the Ruling Committee got drunk on Vodka while the garrison ran the town. Records show that they did a pretty good job in very extreme circumstances.
It’s not clear who actually made this piece of furniture. It certainly wasn’t made by a skilled hand but the function is quite obvious. The victim would be strapped down onto the bench and the hinged lid would be closed over the prone body covering all but the face. The top part of the bench where the face was exposed looked a little like a saddle with the victim’s features forming a cushioned seat in the centre. When locked into this contraption, the victim would be unable to move their head or any other part of their body. They were trapped face up and at the mercy of anyone who chose to take advantage of their helpless situation. It was built as an instrument of torture, humiliation and eventual execution, rather than a sexual toy, but limited evidence through witness account indicates that many of the women from Rensk did enjoy a certain amount of sexual satisfaction. An indication of this fact is that although the first victims were women collaborators from the town, later victims were captured German soldiers, and it was probably no coincidence that these soldiers were selected on the basis of their facial qualities.
The following are statements taken from witnesses.
Sergent of Female unit. Red Army garrison.
We used the public latrine at Rebrov Square. Although there were few men, we wanted to keep this between women. It's difficult nowadays to understand how we could think up such a humiliating and strange punishment, and to kill people in this terrible way. We were not evil people. You can't possibly understand the suffering under the Nazis. All the things we'd seen. We had to have revenge, almost a cleansing. Everyday there were executions and public torture. It was the one thing that the Ruling Council cared about. Retribution, public retribution. How it was done was left to us. Someone had heard that in German history, women would sit on the faces of vanquished foe and the idea grew from there. We made the box and then put the collaborator in it. At first it was decided that we should inflict this execution on females only. If there was an enquiry later it would look better. How can I say this, we didn't want people to think there was a sexual element, but of course, if I'm being honest, there was.
The first was a whore for the Germans. We put the box in the public latrine because only women would use the public latrine and because it made her death more humiliating. We put a sign over it saying "Collaborater" and left it there with the latrine attendent. I had four of my comrades with me and we all took turns to sit on the whores face before we left. It was easy to suffocate her but we left that job to the civillians. The town had many prisoners and little food so we told the latrine attendent that we would take the body each evening and bring a new prisoner each morning. The collaborater was dead when we returned ten hours later. The latrine attendent described how her final moments were spent having her head smashed under the backside of a rather exuberent local girl. We put padding behind their heads after that. It seems that there were many of the towns women who were very dissappointed that she died so quickley. They wanted to have some more fun.
Every day we brought a new prisoner and every evening their was a dead collaborator. Where we had painted collaborator there were various messages written by the towns women. All of them demanding SS officers replace the collaborators. The next day we brought a young German soldier, he wasn't much older than 19 years. We couldn't bring SS officers. The Ruling Council may have noticed if we took some of them. He was terrified, begging us for mercy. We played jokes on him, making him kiss our feet and beg us not to put him in the box. It was difficult for him to crawl accross the floor because his hands and feet were tied. He was crying and kissing my feet, and I just laughed and kicked him in the face. That's how the war made us. It made us into people that could do that to another human being.
We put him in the box and then we made him kiss our arses promising that if he kissed them well, we'd release him. It was much more fun with a man. One of my younger comrades, Resnu, she took her fatigues and pants down and made him kiss and lick right up inside her naked bottom. I don't think she'd washed for at least a week. She told him that if he did a good job, she would release him. He was actually physically sick and almost choked on it. Luckily for him he managed to swallow his vomit and stay alive for another four hours. We hung a new sign saying "Nazi" and left. When we returned someone had written underneath, "latrine." He died from drinking too much liquid. Resnu commented that it was a waste of a good tongue. She was a crude country peasent, but so were the rest of the girls in our unit. I must admit that I quite liked the idea of having a Nazi lick my arse and maybe a bit more, and then kill him.
I decided to ask my lieutenant if we could build another box. It would be for just the comrades in our unit to use. My unit had been together since Stalingrad. 30 of us then, now we were only 17 of the originals left. The younger ones who joined later were good comrades. We'd all been through terrible things together. We'd fought like men and now we would have sex like men. We had many hundreds of regular German soldiers in the prisons, and very little entertainment.
I hope you like the story so far. Let me know if anyone wants to read the statements from others involved. I have staements from the latrine attendent, another Female soldier and the only German to survive being in the facesitting bench.
Also....I've always wanted to have my face sat on by a girl who's worn her panties for a few days and hasn't taken a bath or shower for a while. I've never found a lady face sitter willing to do this. Does anyone know any face sitters in the UK who might oblige?