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Judas Cradle

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this thread seems to attract some of the wickedest ;)
Nice concept Eul, it's amazing what our fantasies can dream up :) I might incorporate something of your idea into another (forthcoming) "Dungeon Device" picture - the scold's bridle - seems to me it could do with additional chain fixtures like you suggest, but I think I might pass the chains through the rings at the bases of a couple of studded dildos before attaching them to your tits :devil:
Wicked??? Who???
 
not quite a Judas Cradle exactly, but definitely an Uncomfortable Seat - I call it " The Devil's Perch"
(drawn by me, ink on paper, lol - expand to view, otherwise it's grainy)
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Nice pic Monty, some would find it uncomfortable, some might see it as an answer to prayer

This one looks uncomfortable and less pleasureable

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Ouch indeed!

Panic fills her mind as she feels the cold metal tip enter. There is nothing she can do the point just pushes its way in. Her flesh stretches as she is lowered even more. She gasps in horror. Looking down she sees the fire is burning now and will soon heat the metal. She hears the wood crackle as the flames grow and smoke starts to rise.

Just knowing of what pain was about come, that would have made her confess. But she could not confess as she was asked no questions. No questions, no reasons, just torture, just pain.

Her eyes dart from the apparatus holding her up to her torture as she drops yet lower. The stretching pain is becoming unbearable and the metal is heating up. One after another she gulps down deep breaths as tears begin to flow from her eyes. Pulling on the restraints does nothing to lift her or ease her suffering. Seeing her desperation her torture smiles, pleased in his work.

Knowing begging would not work she asks herself Why?

The metal gets hotter and beads of sweat run down her. She is consumed with fear knowing any second she could be lowered yet more. Her skin cant stretch anymore so she asks herself Why?

The heat builds and still she asks WHY?

Her torture lowers her again and her eyes open wide. She screams as loud as she can as pain flows though her.

Through the pain she still wonders, she still asks herself........

O' My god Why did I think it was a good idea to tell those evil men on the crux forum my home address?
 
I like the first one.... looks familiar.... oh hey - it's one of my scribbles :)
Nice to see it in circulation ;)
It looked like this until I tried one of deviantart's special effects
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was one of the first things I uploaded to deviantart back in February or March this year I think, since when someone has uploaded it to tumblr - I spotted it the other day. Now it's getting displayed in the same group as a Quoom (and a very good one too) :) Thanks Naraku
 
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I like the first one.... looks familiar.... oh hey - it's one of my scribbles :)
Nice to see it in circulation ;)
It looked like this until I tried one of deviantart's special effects
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was one of the first things I uploaded to deviantart back in February or March this year I think, since when someone has uploaded it to tumblr - I spotted it the other day. Now it's getting displayed in the same group as a Quoom (and a very good one too) :) Thanks Naraku
I knew it was familiar & thought the original had been posted. But, because it was a different treatment, I felt it was OK to repost.
Beside, if somethings good, its worth repeating.:cool:
 
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