The year is 1944. Amanda is an English spy on her first mission in occupied France. She just finished spy school a few days before, and has no idea what she's getting into. She gets captured as soon as she arrives. The Germans who capture her aren't even on duty -- they are on leave, on a fishing holiday. Amanda doesn't know this. She thinks she has been caught by the Gestapo. They decide to have a little fun with her. Heinrich Scappini, the German officer who is about to torture her, says:

Why do spies insist on making it difficult for themselves? ... They live by the principle of the stick and the carrot, but carried to extremes in both directions. The carrot is the George Cross presented to them at Buckingham Palace by the King. The stick is hot iron against their bare flesh...

Amanda listens to this, terrified.

They order her to strip, and tie her up, with her hands overhead. One of the men stands to her right, with a thin horsewhip. She wonders, in her naiveté, if he is left-handed, or if he is going to lash her back with a backhanded stroke of the whip.

Then the awful realization became a reality, as the whip, as sharp as a razor blade, lacerated her breasts from nipple to nipple, and the explosion of pain seemed to leap from her womb. Amanda shrieked...

Then, twenty minutes later, in another room --

Suddenly she found herself liquefying, draining, and all at once the dam burst. It was as if at one and the same moment she was falling down a bottomless well like Alice in Wonderland and at the same time rising weightlessly into the sky like the Virgin Mary. She heaved, groaned, and shouted, bucking Scappini on her wet belly as though he were on a trampoline.

She sank into a blackness that must have been close to a swoon, and felt as if she were gliding through space, performing rolls, dips, and turns. Such a physical mutation had never occurred within her before, never, never, never, never. With Guy (her husband) there had never been any question of it. Even Lucien had not drawn her so completely over the precipice into this wingless flight.

The Amanda stories -- Commander Amanda Nightingale by George Revelli, and the sequel, Resort to War -- are out of print and very rare, but a few copies can still be found. I would like to make these books into movies. There are some girls (including some of the most beautiful) who get in the shower, turn the water on very hot, and let it run on their nipples. Then they turn it up even hotter, so they can't stand it, and pretend they are tied up. Some of those girls visit this site. One of them will star in Commander Amanda Nightingale, and other such movies.

There is something missing in movies. This applies both to regular movies and "adult" movies. There is never any foreplay. There are lots of breasts to be looked at, but nobody ever touches them. There is lots of sex, but they are always in a hurry. They jump into bed and go bang-bang. Why is this? If somebody made a movie with a long, sensuous foreplay scene, would people want to see it? I think so. I think there is an opportunity here.

Maybe we could make a movie called Nipple Club - a takeoff on Fight Club - with Heather Graham as a repressed librarian, and Liv Tyler as her devilish alter ego, who brings her out of herself.

Heather would be perfect in the role of Amanda, by the way.

Looking at the log files from my ISP, I find that some people are entering the site through this page, after searching for "Amanda Nightingale" and/or "George Revelli." So I'm not the only one. There are others who remember Amanda after all these years. And Bimbo of course, and Erica, and Mireille, and the whole cast of characters. Of all the books I ever read, these are the ones that describe life as it's actually lived.

For those who arrived here from Ministry of Illusion, or from the Ilsa page, I should point out that the leader of the S/M scene, the leader above Scappini, is Bernhard Mueller, a Jew (although he denies it, of course) who is a Captain in the German army; and this whole group is part of the plot to assassinate Hitler. So things are not quite as they seem.

My life is like that too. Everybody's life is like that, whether they know it or not.

Other pages on this site:

cigarette breast torture - the torture blog

electrodes on nipples

A session in the dungeon (for women only)

If you are one of those girls who gets in the shower, turns the water on very hot, and lets it run on her nipples, the session page is for you!