On top of that, I don't think anyone has been able to find suitable clothing for our kidnap victim either, so the camera glides complacently and carefully over her largely unclothed body in close-ups. Well, at least she is wearing a tightly laced corset, which draws the innocent viewer's eye to her wide hips and bulging pendulous udders. Fancy stockings with suspenders and high-heeled shoes are also on display. The props have not skimped on this. The camera doesn't hide anything and lingers extensively on the rings in the tongue, nose, breasts and cunt flaps. It's really something special that you don't see every day. What was done to the poor woman was unbelievably brazen.
All the greater the joy and relief all around. The police chief enthusiastically hits her on the shoulder with his paw so that the stake slides a little deeper into her buttocks. Tears spring to her eyes as she does so. She does seem to be a little squeamish, the good Mrs. Wohlgeruch. I think it's fair to say that, despite the undoubtedly terrible things she may have experienced. Well, but one should probably generously overlook that. Those present don't seem to take it too badly, although Mr. Wohlgeruch consolingly gives his tearful wife a few blows to the fat belly. Obviously to help her get over her shock, the well empathetic man!
The moderator now seems to ask a few colleagues to come and have a look at Mrs. Wohlgeruch's wrestling. A hunky guy twists individual rings, which seems to please him especially in the case of the breasts. Strongly elongated and twisted, it seems to be a funny sight for some of the spectators.
Now apparently it is demonstrated what else the poor woman had to endure during her abduction. A studio worker in a sexy black leather outfit demonstrates how the poor woman must have been slapped at the slightest sign of resistance. From left to right the head flies and Mrs. Wohlgeruch's distended cheeks redden quite adorably. The employee smiles and seems to be enjoying the treatment, although her arms are certainly beginning to hurt, poor lady. You can see for yourself, the place is teeming with needy people in every sense of the word.
Then I think it is Mr. Wohlgeruch himself who gets up the nerve to sink a large number of pins into his wife's ample udders. Of course, such large breasts make excellent pin cushions. The Albanians must certainly have realised that quickly. But whether they also tried it with a thick knitting needle as sensitively as this loving husband? Who can say with absolute certainty. In any case, it is a remarkable image as this needle, which is not so terribly sharp, deeply dents the breast before it succeeds in piercing the skin.
It gets exciting when the needle tries to leave the breast again on the opposite side, which is not so easy either, because this time the blunt needle bulges the breast flesh from the inside before the redeeming breakthrough is possible, which is accompanied by quite lovely drops of blood. The udder flesh swells funny around the insertion and removal openings, so that the viewer is really offered something. The whole thing may sound a bit crude now. But I am sure that it is not meant that way at all.
It's all about education. The enlightenment of an audience that until now has been completely unaware of the machinations of brutal people and has tolerated them without knowing anything about them. But now that everyone has seen what some people are capable of, everyone can find his own point of view. Some may find this treatment exaggerated, others are certainly already thinking about how they can help their own wife, fiancée or secretary or simply their dear arrogant neighbour to have such exciting experiences.
Mrs. Wohlgeruch herself is probably a child of her overstimulated time. In any case, one gets the impression that despite the intense preoccupation - indeed, one could probably use the term "homage" for what is happening here - her hunger for more remains unsatisfied, as embarrassingly as she fidgets around. Yes, I have to admit it, the kidnap victim is not at all as cooperative as one would have expected in this happy hour. What a pity! Instead, the woman grimaces in such a way that it is horrifying. But before the broadcast-event is no longer suitable for young people, one of the viewers takes pity on Mrs. Wohlgeruch and puts a paper bag over her agitated head. Of course, one or the other would certainly have enjoyed the sight of her bitter eyes and would have been happy to help satisfy her. But I think many people in the studio and at home in front of their screens found the paper bonnet a delightful refinement of the situation, and no one is surprised that the performance of this ungrateful victim continued for a while.
