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montycrusto said:
Time for another golden oldie. 2017 was a good year..
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“Abducted” (ink on paper)

No story with this one.. I guess it’s kind of self-explanatory. This is one of the few drawings I actually sold a print of, on DeviantArt.
I love the hair-pulling, ballgag and cable-ties in this pic, and I’m still quite happy with it.
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One of my favorites of yours.
You make me remember that during my stay on DA someone (not many people, TBH) has bought prints of my pieces, I'm wondering if (and where) they are actually being displayed..
 
John Delves Richardson said:
One of my favorites of yours.
You make me remember that during my stay on DA someone (not many people, TBH) has bought prints of my pieces, I'm wondering if (and where) they are actually being displayed..
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Definitely could be a MadBob scene…
Yes I remember setting up my prints shop, and thinking “ooh, MONEY!”.. I think I only sold 3 prints over 6 years :doh:
But yes it’s nice to wonder if they actually are on someone’s wall somewhere
 
montycrusto said:
Definitely could be a MadBob scene…
Yes I remember setting up my prints shop, and thinking “ooh, MONEY!”.. I think I only sold 3 prints over 6 years :doh:
But yes it’s nice to wonder if they actually are on someone’s wall somewhere
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Many years ago, when I was a very young technician, I visited a house where a middle aged man and his elderly mother -immobilized in her bed - lived.
The entire apartment was decorated with BDSM paintings and I saw a leather whip hanging on a wall. It was during summer, a very hot day. I was wearing shorts and a shirt. The woman must have been attractive in her youth, and didn't restrain herself from commenting very positively and with direct, unmistakable terms on my looks (I confess that I'm blushing while typing). I did my work and went away. After a few weeks, my employer received another call from them, asking that I go there (I had several colleagues doing the same job). I spoke to my employer and refused to go.
True story, and one of the most embarrassing moments in my entire life.
 
montycrusto said:
New thread for new works, interspersed with some old favourites. BDSM, inquisition, prison, dungeon, crux, slavegirls, historical and fantasy, art and stories. Feel free to comment but please don't post images on this thread; it's my gallery! Thanks.
Disclaimer: All works are fantasy, all characters imaginary, all situations fictional. My subject is the Sublime; this work comes from a place of love and respect.

Let's start with a new work:

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"Obedience" 2022 (ink on paper)
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That is how obedient i would be, definitely.. and even more!
 
The great @John Delves Richardson (MadBob) has paid me the enormous compliment of making his own version of "Abducted"

my version:
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Madbob's version
John Delves Richardson said:
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Link here
Great work, Madbob, you've really captured all the pared-down menace and grim stark contrast that I was going for! Thank you for this amazing tribute!
 
montycrusto said:
An old one now, a court-house scene, with story attached. I’m working on a sequel.

“Harsh Sentence”

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"The defendant will stand, to hear the sentence of the Court."

Justine stood up reluctantly, with a metallic ringing of chains. It was not easy, with her wrists locked in handcuffs behind her back, and the cuffs linked to her ankle shackles by a short length of chain. The two burly prison-officers, one on each side of her, grabbed her arms and pulled her upright. She squirmed with embarrassment, acutely aware that the entire court could now see clearly that she was naked from the waist down. The officers had confiscated her short prison skirt earlier, claiming amidst guffaws of laughter that the Court regulations only specified that the defendant be wearing a shirt or blouse. As for her underwear, that had been taken away on the day of her arrest, and no replacement had been provided. But enduring the prison-guards' lewd comments and opportunistic groping was one thing. Being exposed like this in public was quite another. Justine heard some wolf-whistles and cat-calls from the public gallery as those attending the trial got a good view of her bare bottom; she blushed and looked down at the floor. As if it wasn't humiliating enough already, being made to appear in public, chained hand and foot, and collared and leashed like a dog!

"Look up at the Judge, girl!" growled the guard at her side, who held the chain leash attached to the shackle they had locked around her neck. With his other hand, he took hold of her hair and yanked her head back; her eyes met those of the Judge, who studied her appraisingly from beneath his ridiculous wig. From his elevated seat, he had an excellent view of her exposed pussy. Justine cringed with shame. The Judge cleared his throat.

"You have pleaded guilty to the charges of sedition and immoral behaviour brought against you. This has spared the Court the tedious process of proving your guilt, and you might expect to be commended for that. However..." his voice took on a sterner tone, "...it is my considered opinion that your admission of guilt is not motivated by genuine contrition or remorse for your crimes. Instead, it is nothing more than a cynical stratagem, designed to manipulate the Court into granting you a leniency you do not deserve. Such manipulation may be construed as an attempt to pervert the course of justice. In addition, your appearance, improperly attired, is tantamount to an act of contempt of Court..."

"But, Your Honour," Justine began, "The guards took my..."

"Silence, prisoner!" the Judge commanded. The man standing beside Justine squeezed her upper arm very tightly, and placed his baton across her ribs, gently nudging the underside of her breasts with it. The message was clear: shut the fuck up, or else. Justine realized that she had just antagonized both the guards and the Judge; a mistake she was likely to regret.

The Judge cleared his throat again. "You will remain silent while sentence is passed. Do you understand?" Justine nodded meekly, wishing the guard would let go of her hair. "Yes, Your Honour," she mumbled.

"I am resolved," the Judge began, "to make an example of you. Your sentence will demonstrate by its severity that these crimes are not to be taken lightly, and that society will no longer tolerate such depravity and moral deviance. I therefore sentence you..." he paused, presumably for dramatic effect; Justine could barely breathe as she looked into his eyes, seeing no mercy there. "I therefore sentence you to serve a period of imprisonment with hard labour, including solitary confinement and special conditions, for a duration of not less than ten years."

Justine sagged, open-mouthed with shock, not believing what she heard. Only the guards' tight grip on her arms and hair prevented her from slumping to the floor. How had this gone so wrong? Her State-appointed lawyer had sworn she would get off with a slapped wrist, as long as she pleaded guilty. Her head swam... ten years? And what the fuck did he mean by "hard labour"? Dimly, she heard cheers and applause from the public gallery, and the Clerk shouting "Silence in Court!". The Judge rapped his gavel several times on his desk to restore order. Once the hubbub had subsided, he fixed Justine with a stony glare, and continued:

"Hard labour is specified as follows. You will perform menial, manual and strenuous physical work for not less than twelve hours a day, every day of the year, with no exceptions. Guards, overseers and wardens will punish you often, and severely, for the slightest hint of reluctance, using whips, electric prods and other motivational equipment." He licked his lips. "You will be worked in the nude, in chains, in public, in all weathers and in constant fear of the whip. Steel fetters will be permanently riveted around your wrists, ankles, waist and neck. Your hands will be chained behind your back at all times unless you are working, or restrained in some other fashion." The Judge paused for a moment, while an appreciative murmur rippled across the public gallery. Justine struggled to process what he was saying.

"Now we come to the special conditions. During transportation from the prison to the labour site, you will be tightly hooded and gagged, and confined in a small cage. The journey time, however long, will not be deducted from your working hours. Twice a day, during your work period, you will be fed a meal of slops and stale bread, which is to be thrown on to the ground and thoroughly trampled into the dirt, before you are allowed to eat; the officer responsible for your care is authorized to urinate on it as well. You will eat from the ground, kneeling, with hands chained behind your back as already specified. Toilet functions are to be performed in full view of staff and public. No other breaks or rest-periods are permitted. At the end of each day of arduous toil, you will be returned to prison in the same manner: gagged, hooded and caged. You will be hosed down with cold water. You will sleep on the floor of a bare isolation cell, with constant fluorescent lighting and closed-circuit television monitoring, either hog-tied on your belly, or on your back with arms and legs chained widely spread to ring-bolts set in the floor. This will ensure you do not touch yourself lewdly, or rub your thighs together, while you are in solitary confinement." The Judge licked his lips again, clearly warming to his theme.

"And that's if you behave perfectly. Any infractions of the rules, or hesitation in following orders, and you will spend the night on your feet, bent over, with your wrists pulled up behind you and secured to a hook in the ceiling. Further punishments may include being forced to work with coarse rope bound tightly around your breasts or through your crotch, or with a heavy ball and chain attached to your ankle. On occasion, you may be fitted with an anal stretching plug or a vaginal electric-shock probe. Your nipples, septum, tongue and clitoris will be pierced and ringed, and weights or bells may be affixed. Furthermore, you will be available for disciplinary sexual use at any time by staff members, and you will show your gratitude by thanking them for using you, otherwise you will be whipped without mercy. The public-spirited gentlemen who reported your criminal behaviour and brought you to justice..." he gestured towards the public gallery, where a couple of cheers and claps could be heard, "will have full access to you in your prison cell, so that they may be assured that strict justice is being done; they may assist in the administration of discipline by participating in your punishment however they see fit. You will thank them, too. Finally, any member of the public may, for a small fee payable to the prison governor, register temporarily as your husband, and enjoy private conjugal visits with you in your cell."

Justine barely took in his words. She looked around wildly for the treacherous lawyer, who had persuaded her to plead guilty, but he was nowhere to be seen. "No..." she shouted, "You can't do this! I've changed my mind... I'm not guilty! It's all lies! I haven't done anything! Please..." a sudden agonizing baton-blow to the belly silenced her instantly, and would have doubled her up had her hair not been held tightly in the meaty fist of one of the guards. She fought for breath as the pain slowly subsided, and realized the Judge was speaking again.

"Convict, your body is now the property of the State. You have forfeited all control over how it is treated. You will now be taken below, to a workshop beneath the Court, where you will be stripped naked and placed in permanent irons by a State-appointed blacksmith, while a brazier is set up and branding irons are heated. The Court will re-convene in one hour, to witness as the word "guilty" is burned permanently into your flesh. Your screams of agony will be a most effective deterrent, to anyone thinking of following your example."

The Judge stood up. "All rise!" shouted the Clerk. Everyone else in the Court got to their feet.

The Judge looked down at the wretched young convict, half naked and trembling in her chains between the two prison officers. He felt the warm glow of achievement that comes from the proper administration of justice, and was looking forward to enjoying a rather fine wine with his lunch, before returning to the courtroom to watch the branding. He nodded to the Clerk of the Court and the two prison officers, and said:

"Until then, get this piece of filth out of my sight. Court is adjourned. Take her down."

(Story and illustration by montycrusto, commissioned by stgapicbox/STGA)
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Looking forward to the torments of Justine just wondering with her shackles permanently riveted to her body how will they be removed at the end of her sentence. And with all those men registering as temporary husbands how many children will be conceived during her imprisonment what would be their legal status? Will she be able to wear clothes ever again or will she become no more than a naked animal state property to be rented out for the rest of her life?
 
scumbag said:
Looking forward to the torments of Justine just wondering with her shackles permanently riveted to her body how will they be removed at the end of her sentence. And with all those men registering as temporary husbands how many children will be conceived during her imprisonment what would be their legal status? Will she be able to wear clothes ever again or will she become no more than a naked animal state property to be rented out for the rest of her life?
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Good questions. The first one is easy: with an angle-grinder. On the second one I will stand behind the Fifth Amendment. The third one could go either way. ;)
 
montycrusto said:
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“Observation” (ink on paper)

Inspired by MadBob’s (@John Delves Richardson ) “Night Watch”
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/madbob-a-k-a-jdr-torture-pictures-thread.5802/post-648317
this is another venture into junta/electro-torture territory. I hope you like it!

Thanks to @Loinclothslave for support, advice and title.
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That @Loinclothslave is such a swell guy! I'll have to beat the sh*t out of him next time I see him to show my heartfelt appreciation :)

Barbaria1 said:
Damn! Leave me alone! Bad enough being incarcerated in this hell hole when I’m totally innocent of crashing the site, but being shocked by that idiot behind the door every time I nod off is adding insult to injury. Where the fuck is my solicitor?
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Your solicitor is also behind the door presumably.
 
Barbaria1 said:
Damn! Leave me alone! Bad enough being incarcerated in this hell hole when I’m totally innocent of crashing the site, but being shocked by that idiot behind the door every time I nod off is adding insult to injury. Where the fuck is my solicitor?
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I don’t know what you’re complaining about: the electric shocks are powered by renewable energy sources. :devil:
 
montycrusto said:
I don’t know what you’re complaining about: the electric shocks are powered by renewable energy sources. :devil:
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It’s only fitting that a blue state girl be tortured using green energy…

Barbaria1 said:
Where the fuck is my solicitor?
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Oh I understand there’s a traffic jam on the I 49 at the Missouri border but this Red State allows 72 hours observation before you get Mirandaized.

“Did you get the Seagrams, Monty?”

Bzzzzzzzzt!!! “Aaaaaaiiiigh!”

“Yep, got an Arkansas dozen right here”
 
montycrusto said:
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“Observation” (ink on paper)

Inspired by MadBob’s (@John Delves Richardson ) “Night Watch”
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/madbob-a-k-a-jdr-torture-pictures-thread.5802/post-648317
this is another venture into junta/electro-torture territory. I hope you like it!

Thanks to @Loinclothslave for support, advice and title.
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I had a feeling something good was going to happen today, and lo and behold a new image by you gets posted. Makes my day. :)

I love it, and thank you for sharing.
 
montycrusto said:
View attachment 1237236
“Observation” (ink on paper)

Inspired by MadBob’s (@John Delves Richardson ) “Night Watch”
https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/madbob-a-k-a-jdr-torture-pictures-thread.5802/post-648317
this is another venture into junta/electro-torture territory. I hope you like it!

Thanks to @Loinclothslave for support, advice and title.
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Wow, awesome work! Along with your special and usual skill for anatomy, poses and expressions - much better rendered in your picture than in mine, IMO - I like the detail of the torture implements. The guy looks really dangerous, too. Ah, I almost forgot to mention the effective, atmospheric lighting.
I'm really happy to have inspired this picture!
 
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