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Torture And Sexual Violence In The Dungeon

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Isn't that right?
That is right, sure! Interrogation and/or torture has got it’s aesthetic aspect as well. I want to smell her sweat from my efforts-and not from the nights in her cell before. Want her orifices to be clean for my intrusions (I do take care for my tools), want her to be beautiful in her suffering.
And yes-she should last and endure for long - so well feeding and good rest before is elementary.
 
How will this girl react to such an ordeal?
Oh, there are many reactions expectable: Fear, disgust, panic.
Inagine, how that snake feels for her in her vagina. Like a long, autonomous moving cock, maybe exploring her deepest inner, the threat of biting teeth included.
Hidden excitement only for those depraved girls, which we love so much: Which dared to dream such dark dreams of helpless, forced intrusion of a living cock, a devil, a beast.
 
Oh, there are many reactions expectable: Fear, disgust, panic.
Inagine, how that snake feels for her in her vagina. Like a long, autonomous moving cock, maybe exploring her deepest inner, the threat of biting teeth included.
Hidden excitement only for those depraved girls, which we love so much: Which dared to dream such dark dreams of helpless, forced intrusion of a living cock, a devil, a beast.
The snake inside the girl for the men present at her interrogation will be an exciting sight.
 
The snake inside the girl for the men present at her interrogation will be an exciting sight.
A snake inside must be worse than the roughest rape. So passionate rapists among the audience might get a bit jealous…as their cocks can not do, what a snake can. But they could learn, to increase agility, cruelty.
 
medieval hentai. But if a girl persists, despite the fact that there is a snake in her pussy?
If a girl persists, you must rise the level.
by more snakes, p.ex, like in this picture (it was already posted, just for illustration-I beg for excuse for the repetition):
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Or torture focused on her cunt, to make the snake move more violently:
Protect her clit with sealing-wax, etch away her clithood by acid, remove the wax with pliers and beat her unprotected clit now with sticks. Crush, twist it with pliers, pull it close to ripping -off (don‘t do it!). Fill the clit with needles, heat them. Brush it‘s skin away with a wire-brush..(shall I continue..?)
She will scream from pain and move her vaginal‘s muscles - and make the snake move-and bite her?
Only little will persist …
 
Hidden excitement only for those depraved girls, which we love so much: Which dared to dream such dark dreams of helpless, forced intrusion of a living cock, a devil, a beast.

Oh wow, i've only just caught up with you two fiendishly ingenious Torturers -
i can go to bed now naked and dream of snakes and wasps and sealing-wax :icon12:
 
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This woman leads a band of robbers. she confronts the king in battle. Do you think she deserves to be on Strappado and tortured in his presence?
What about relating her torture to her crime? She confronts him on a horse- so the king should see her on a horse /spanish donkey in his dungeons again.
The strappado can be combined very well with the horse: To force her weight to her pussy-on the horse’s edge- , as the risen arms force her to bend forward.
Or to lift her up on her arms and let her drop onto the horse again.
Not to mention the possible spikes on the horse, the heated metal-edge, the breast-whipping when bent forward…
Confronting, challenging a king has never been a good idea. Well -the dungeon-staff surely appreciates her foolhardiness. And maybe the king as well.
 
She probably already got a glimpse of her fate when being dragged down the dungeon’s long stairs and corridors, her clothes already ripped down in the castle’s courtyard.

When hearing whimpering, screaming and pleading from far away, seeing naked, chained women in open cells, behind bars. None without traces of torture.
Every third torch was helt by an upside-down suspended woman- stuck in between her legs. They made sure, that no burned-down torch was missed to replace.

The ‘caresses’ of the wardens were only professional: It was their job to measure the needed size of their tools.
She knew it was getting serious soon, when she saw the whips moistured, the pears and the pliers checked and the irons heated. The most frightening were sounds she could not relate, coming from out of her view. Wood was cracking, iron clanging, chains rattling and the smell of glowing coals filled the air.

And another awful scream halled along the thick walls.
It was too late to ponder her situation’s danger.
 
What about relating her torture to her crime? She confronts him on a horse- so the king should see her on a horse /spanish donkey in his dungeons again.
The strappado can be combined very well with the horse: To force her weight to her pussy-on the horse’s edge- , as the risen arms force her to bend forward.
Or to lift her up on her arms and let her drop onto the horse again.
Not to mention the possible spikes on the horse, the heated metal-edge, the breast-whipping when bent forward…
Confronting, challenging a king has never been a good idea. Well -the dungeon-staff surely appreciates her foolhardiness. And maybe the king as well.
Very well thought out! You could definitely be in charge of my dungeon ;)
 
She probably already got a glimpse of her fate when being dragged down the dungeon’s long stairs and corridors, her clothes already ripped down in the castle’s courtyard.

When hearing whimpering, screaming and pleading from far away, seeing naked, chained women in open cells, behind bars. None without traces of torture.
Every third torch was helt by an upside-down suspended woman- stuck in between her legs. They made sure, that no burned-down torch was missed to replace.

The ‘caresses’ of the wardens were only professional: It was their job to measure the needed size of their tools.
She knew it was getting serious soon, when she saw the whips moistured, the pears and the pliers checked and the irons heated. The most frightening were sounds she could not relate, coming from out of her view. Wood was cracking, iron clanging, chains rattling and the smell of glowing coals filled the air.

And another awful scream halled along the thick walls.
It was too late to ponder her situation’s danger.
Love the lighting arrangements :devil:
 
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