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[doe1971]

Henrietta, the unfaithfully duchess has cheated her husband, Raymund of Toussaint for the last time. Crazed by jelousy he ordered her to be sent into the dungeon and wait the night before the execution on the great pains on the wheel. It's not midnight yet when the Court's massively overweight master of spies comes to inspect her and make sure she's still very much alive.

"You only brought this on your own head, your Highness" he says in false reverence. In truth, seeing her spreaded on the wheel gets him a strong erection. Many a time, at the court he threw long glances into the deep clevage of Henrietta's scandalous dresses and had to temper himself with cold baths later. Now, he's contemplating the idea of sending the two torturers in the dungeon on errands so he can angle the wheel to a position more favorable to a late-night rape. Hurriedly, he decides against it. "No pussy is worth the anger of Raymund, should he find out. I might be the next visitor on the wheel" he concludes. "Just enjoying the show now and a local whore will substitute for the duchess later".

He walked slowly around the gasping, sweat-covered Henrietta trying to impress into his memory every detail of her painfully tight muscles. He knew that her mental image in pain will give him many painfully strong orgasms in the months to come.

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This image took me forever to finish. I've started working on it since Xmas, putting in way more hours than what I would normally clock. There was always an extra detail to tinker with, another facial expression to try or another prop to add to make a functional dungeon. As usual, feel free to comment if you like it, suggest changes or leave feedback. Your reaction is the meter that keeps me posting those things here.

 

[Barbaria1]

As usual, feel free to comment if you like it, suggest changes or leave feedback

Absolute masterpiece! A labor of love. Can’t imagine what I could possibly criticize.

 

[doe1971]

Absolute masterpiece! A labor of love. Can’t imagine what I could possibly criticize.

Thanks, B. I can't believe there's nothing you wouldn't change. It's human nature, we are all snowflake pervs. No two individual perversions are the same.

I was chatting with Gabrielle Knight on another thread on turning images to look vintage, here's an application of that. The same image in sepia.

 

[Barbaria1]

Thanks, B. I can't believe there's nothing you wouldn't change. It's human nature, we are all snowflake pervs. No two individual perversions are the same.

I was chatting with Gabrielle Knight on another thread on turning images to look vintage, here's an application of that. The same image in sepia.

What’s interesting is the wheel (unlike any other) and the manner in which she is affixed to it.
As for the sepia ... I often like that, but in this case, I prefer the original.

 

[fumetto]

Amazing artwork maybe we can trade some layers, i use photoshop and have hundreds of torture, victim stuff.

 

[doe1971]

Amazing artwork maybe we can trade some layers, i use photoshop and have hundreds of torture, victim stuff.

We exchanged some archives while on Ralphus, if you remember ... I don't use photographic layers much anymore as they are fixed and seldom in the attitude/lightning angle that I want. With the advent of the new technologies, I'd rather generate my own vics/henchmen in the precise positions I want them to be. Sometimes I find a stunnning real life image that I could use but more and more I move toward generating-on-demand, to be honest. The previous image for example was ENTIRELY 3D generated and different layers were integrated (more or less succesfully) into the final composite.

So instead of a library of images, nowaday I have more a library of props/figures.

 

[doe1971]

An weird fetish of mine, inspired by a scene in mainstream TV show was the leg crushers. The tools used to hobble the prisoner and keep her captive plus the ensuing depravities.

Here's a serie of sketches in this regard. Mostly dual 'panels'.

 

[Ozz]

This is real magic !

 

[Barbaria1]

An weird fetish of mine, inspired by a scene in mainstream TV show was the leg crushers. The tools used to hobble the prisoner and keep her captive plus the ensuing depravities.

Here's a serie of sketches in this regard. Mostly dual 'panels'.

Different, but interesting. Thanks for sharing

 

[doe1971]

A heavy rack for a strong heroine.

 

[Ozz]

I love everything you do with Buffy !

 

[jungle99]

[QUOTE = "doe1971, příspěvek: 493467, člen: 30035"]
Drby v Cornwallu jsou nekontrolovatelné. Aby bylo v těchto revolučních dobách zajištěno ticho jeho občanů, soudce Wentworth Lister odsoudil tři mluvící ženy (Delmeza Elisabeth a Caroline) za 25 řas na zádech na centrálním náměstí. Stejný osud padne na jakýkoli jiný gossiper v kraji.

Lemme vědět, která verze se vám líbí víc.
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100 lashes do pasu

 

[Ozz]

[QUOTE = "doe1971, příspěvek: 493467, člen: 30035"]
Drby v Cornwallu jsou nekontrolovatelné. Aby bylo v těchto revolučních dobách zajištěno ticho jeho občanů, soudce Wentworth Lister odsoudil tři mluvící ženy (Delmeza Elisabeth a Caroline) za 25 řas na zádech na centrálním náměstí. Stejný osud padne na jakýkoli jiný gossiper v kraji.

Lemme vědět, která verze se vám líbí víc.
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100 lashes do pasu

Dear jungle99, speak English, please !

 

[doe1971]

Or at least gramatically correct Czech!

 

[doe1971]

Henrietta was starting to wonder if she really had escaped the worst fate. The rambling idiot, Dandelion, poet laureate and womanizer extraordinaire, an affair with whom had cost her everything and seen her thrown in a dungeon together with him, had kept her awake all night. Not the way he used to, alas. His mentioning the old Toussaint law about infidelity being punishable with quartering by horses had caused her utmost horror. When her cuckolded husband, the duke, visited her cell at dawn all promises she made to herself about keeping dignity were forgotten.

She had thrown herself at his feet, begging to spare her life, or at least to concede her a quick death through beheading or hanging. Everything but the horses, she had sobbed.

At first, having savored her groveling, his reply had been: “well, I fear you will indeed be pulled in four directions, my dear”. But, on seeing the shock and utter despair his words had caused her, he elaborated. Henrietta still remembered what he said, word for word.

“Henrietta, you never cared much for affairs of state. Had you not been so bored with your role, you would have known that punishment by quartering was abolished almost two centuries ago. I couldn’t reinstate it even if I wanted. However, I CAN decide to spare your life and how you will live from now on. It wasn’t enough for you to be loved by the whole country and fucked just by the Duke. You had to take that worm over there to your bed. So, you’ll get what you wanted. Aplenty. Starting tomorrow you will be the main attraction in the capital’s brothel. To ensure everyone gets a chance to know you intimately, prizes will be set based on the possibilities of your clients. And three quarters of the revenue will go to the crown. A cuckold I may be, but not for free. Of course, we will have to show the people that you’re a woman of flesh and bone, and not some ethereal, unapproachable figure. I know just the instrument to display you properly on the main square. They tell me this new device is quite a rage in Nilfgaard…”

And so, here she was, “pulled in four directions”. Displayed stark naked, for all to see, under the early afternoon sun. And beside being humiliating, the device was proving fiendishly painful. She had been pulled taut onto it only for twenty minutes at most, she guessed, and already ferocious cramps were biting her hands, legs, back… For now, the humiliation was the worst thing, but since they had told her she was to be displayed until evening the pain would certainly increase. The Duke had also reminded her that, should she ever displease a client, refuse some request, try to escape or even try to kill herself, this device would again be used for her punishment.

Below the scaffold on which she stood, out of her sight but well printed in her mind, was an official note. Duke Raymund had ordered it read aloud by a town crier twice every hour.



“Anna Henrietta, formerly duchess of Toussaint, from now on common whore.

Available at all hours and for every kind of service at the Belles of Beauclair brothel.

Prices:

Nobility one gold piece

Clergy 3 silver pieces

Bourgeoisie 2 silver pieces

Common townsfolk five coppers

20% discount for groups of 10+

Sunday reserved for the poor, free admittance” (TM LordLudwig)

 

[doe1971]

The Summers family in trouble.

 

[doe1971]

After interrogation.

 

[Barbaria1]

After interrogation.

And that was only day one!

Tomorrow is sure to be another day of the same

 

[Loxuru]

After interrogation.

And that was only day one!

Tomorrow is sure to be another day of the same

There is still space on her body for another 100 lashes!

 

[Harsh Martinet]

Her body must also be carefully examined for witch marks and tramp stamps.....