Harsh Martinet
Consul
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Torture And Sexual Violence In The Dungeon
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Mastodont
Magistrate
This is a wonderful story, you have a talent for creating such detailed and vivid stories!
Mastodont
Magistrate
This girl's mother, despite her age, is still beautiful. When she was captured, she looked attractive with her clothes on. Before the interrogation, the woman was stripped naked, not only for further torture, but also to evaluate her. And she looks good, with her long legs spread shamelessly on the table and her high breasts. But it's her belly, swollen from the water, that spoils the picture.
And what does the mother herself feel, suffering on the table? What is she thinking about?
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Basically, we are observers too, so we know nothing more than the interrogaters.
The interrogators are aiming to break the younger woman, they do not care what the elder one, under water torture, thinks.
The latter only has one thought : "I got to peeeeee!"
I guess the younger one is thinking the same, actually, I know I would be!The interrogators are aiming to break the younger woman, they do not care what the elder one, under water torture, thinks.
The latter only has one thought : "I got to peeeeee!"
Mastodont
Magistrate
The youngest would also end up on the torture table. Will she be more resilient than her older friend? And what will she think as she swallows one liter of water after another?Basically, we are observers too, so we know nothing more than the interrogaters.
The interrogators are aiming to break the younger woman, they do not care what the elder one, under water torture, thinks.
The latter only has one thought : "I got to peeeeee!"
Mastodont
Magistrate
Small excerpts from the history of the 17th century in Russia. The excerpts are not mine.
Alexei's visions were interrupted, and he finally woke up. Of course, managed to learn not everything, but the main thing - the impostor will lift the siege of Moscow and goes to Tula. More precisely, not even the tsarik, but Mr. Lisovsky. In the future this may lead to a permanent threat to the Russian army from the south.
Therefore it is necessary to move to Tula and preempt the maneuver of Lisovsky. Second, a snake, or rather an unusually beautiful snake, has infiltrated into the entourage of Tsar Shuisky. Similar to Alena in her fighting skills, but still different. More aristocratic with facial features closer to the Teutonic than the Slavic type, and hair immediately causing an association with drifts, Artika, and the snow queen. Alyona on the contrary, her hair is like the sun and seems not icy, but hot.
But both girls are skaters and very beautiful, just a miracle. No, he won't give Elizabeth away. So in this case, a torture cellar and a brutal execution awaits her. In these harsh times women were not treated with ceremony, maybe even more harshly than men.
Alexei suddenly imagined Elizabeth naked and on the rack, the executioner whipping the angelic body with a whip, and a predatory fire blazing under her bare feet.
You can not understand whether he really wants this, or vice versa, such a picture inspires disgust and horror. In any case, my heart beats harder, and in my body, the heat of excitement.
Then he remembered the blond Elizabeth. The girl was eventually caught and ended up in a torture cellar.
She was unceremoniously led into a room where pincers and hooks were hung on the walls and fireplaces were blazing.
There they stripped her of her clothes and strung her up on a rack. Senior clerk, seeing how the beauty hung, angrily hissed:
- Call the accomplices, whore!
And he greedily looked at the naked beautiful body.
Elizabeth proudly remained silent. Then the clerk in a dry, barking tone ordered:
- Put her feet in the stocks and hang up the weights!
The executioners rushed to carry out the order.
They put a heavy block on the bare feet of the beauty and iron weights on it. The increased weight made Elizabeth stretch out on the rack and grit her teeth in pain. The iron rings dug viciously into her ankles and slashed her skin until it bled. Elizabeth gritted her teeth and endured. She kept her composure during the interrogation.
This is a Russian woman - she could stop a horse at a gallop.
The clerk coldly ordered:
- Ten strokes of the whip with saving.
The tall executioner smirked fleshily.
The whip whistled, collapsed searing and piercing, on the girl's back. Elizabeth, breathing heavily, endured the blows without a moan. Streaks of purple swelled on her white back.
The executioner's fat face showed disappointment.
The clerk repeated, raising the question slightly:
- Name the accomplices, the thief!
The flame of the torch trembled.
Elizabeth responded with only contemptuous silence.
The clerk hissed:
- Five strokes without saving!
The executioner put all his weight into the swing.
The skin burst and blood flowed. The blond girl was left hanging on the rack, with her weight, her joints twisted, and her back bloodied.
But still, not a moan, not a cry.
Then the executioner, obeying the clerk's sign, drew a poker from the fireplace and held it to the maiden's bare heel. Elizabeth, at last, could not bear the touch of the red-hot metal to the sensitive spot and cried out softly. But with an effort of will, biting her lip until it bled, she silenced herself. Only sweat mixed with blood trickled down her moistened chest and back.
It smelled like a kebab of tender veal.
The executioner professionally ran the red-hot poker across the girl's bare feet. So desperately she endured, but did not utter a word. Until, at last, her pale head shook, passing out. The doctor felt the girl's pulse and recommended that the torture be suspended.
The clerk reluctantly agreed.
Alexei's visions were interrupted, and he finally woke up. Of course, managed to learn not everything, but the main thing - the impostor will lift the siege of Moscow and goes to Tula. More precisely, not even the tsarik, but Mr. Lisovsky. In the future this may lead to a permanent threat to the Russian army from the south.
Therefore it is necessary to move to Tula and preempt the maneuver of Lisovsky. Second, a snake, or rather an unusually beautiful snake, has infiltrated into the entourage of Tsar Shuisky. Similar to Alena in her fighting skills, but still different. More aristocratic with facial features closer to the Teutonic than the Slavic type, and hair immediately causing an association with drifts, Artika, and the snow queen. Alyona on the contrary, her hair is like the sun and seems not icy, but hot.
But both girls are skaters and very beautiful, just a miracle. No, he won't give Elizabeth away. So in this case, a torture cellar and a brutal execution awaits her. In these harsh times women were not treated with ceremony, maybe even more harshly than men.
Alexei suddenly imagined Elizabeth naked and on the rack, the executioner whipping the angelic body with a whip, and a predatory fire blazing under her bare feet.
You can not understand whether he really wants this, or vice versa, such a picture inspires disgust and horror. In any case, my heart beats harder, and in my body, the heat of excitement.
Then he remembered the blond Elizabeth. The girl was eventually caught and ended up in a torture cellar.
She was unceremoniously led into a room where pincers and hooks were hung on the walls and fireplaces were blazing.
There they stripped her of her clothes and strung her up on a rack. Senior clerk, seeing how the beauty hung, angrily hissed:
- Call the accomplices, whore!
And he greedily looked at the naked beautiful body.
Elizabeth proudly remained silent. Then the clerk in a dry, barking tone ordered:
- Put her feet in the stocks and hang up the weights!
The executioners rushed to carry out the order.
They put a heavy block on the bare feet of the beauty and iron weights on it. The increased weight made Elizabeth stretch out on the rack and grit her teeth in pain. The iron rings dug viciously into her ankles and slashed her skin until it bled. Elizabeth gritted her teeth and endured. She kept her composure during the interrogation.
This is a Russian woman - she could stop a horse at a gallop.
The clerk coldly ordered:
- Ten strokes of the whip with saving.
The tall executioner smirked fleshily.
The whip whistled, collapsed searing and piercing, on the girl's back. Elizabeth, breathing heavily, endured the blows without a moan. Streaks of purple swelled on her white back.
The executioner's fat face showed disappointment.
The clerk repeated, raising the question slightly:
- Name the accomplices, the thief!
The flame of the torch trembled.
Elizabeth responded with only contemptuous silence.
The clerk hissed:
- Five strokes without saving!
The executioner put all his weight into the swing.
The skin burst and blood flowed. The blond girl was left hanging on the rack, with her weight, her joints twisted, and her back bloodied.
But still, not a moan, not a cry.
Then the executioner, obeying the clerk's sign, drew a poker from the fireplace and held it to the maiden's bare heel. Elizabeth, at last, could not bear the touch of the red-hot metal to the sensitive spot and cried out softly. But with an effort of will, biting her lip until it bled, she silenced herself. Only sweat mixed with blood trickled down her moistened chest and back.
It smelled like a kebab of tender veal.
The executioner professionally ran the red-hot poker across the girl's bare feet. So desperately she endured, but did not utter a word. Until, at last, her pale head shook, passing out. The doctor felt the girl's pulse and recommended that the torture be suspended.
The clerk reluctantly agreed.
Mastodont
Magistrate
Among those being interrogated was Bolotnikov's friend, the atamansha Anastasia.
Dmitry Shuisky himself led the interrogation. The beautiful woman was caught and taken to the dungeon on a harness. On the way they took away her coat, pulled down her expensive silk dress and saffiano boots with silver heels. So the maiden to one shirt, barefoot, was led into the prison yard.
Anastasia, in spite of her bruises and her lip smashed to blood, remained a beauty. Her bare feet were reddened by the snow powder, on which were imprinted the dainty footprints of a maiden.
In the cold cell the lady was handcuffed to the damp, hoarfrost-covered wall. Several of the captive maidens were already in the cell, bouncing from the cold and trying to hug themselves tightly to get a little warmth. The girl was cold and ashamed in her shirt.
Soon the frozen Anastasia was lowered into the torture cellar. Here it was warm. On the walls hung the instruments with which people were beaten out of testimony and the most incredible confessions.
Anastasia's shiver from the cold subsided, but her chin trembled at the sight of the torture instruments. She tried to retain what little dignity remained. The noble blood of the Cossack atamansha was showing. Daring, young, half-naked with red from the cold, like a goose's feet. Only hair Anastasia redhead, though her face clean, without konopatnosti, which sparkled with searing hatred eyes.
Dmitri came specially to interrogate Anastasia. Mikhail Skopin-Shuisky came with him, hoping to protect the girl. He did not want the beauty to be broken and maimed. Although Dmitry has this right: she was the lover of the thief, with a saber fought against the king's troops. She might know where Ivan Bolotnikov hid his looted treasures.
It seems that the unfortunate girl will not escape the rack. Here even his personal physician Dmitry Shuisky invited to the interrogation, so that Anastasia did not inadvertently fall off. For the executioners, being overzealous, sent many people to the other world before the trial.
Dmitri sat in his chair and grinned very nastily. He liked to lead the interrogation, especially of the women. Shuisky could see how Anastasia's fine, young body shone through her wet shirt, how she tried to flip back her hair to cover her beautiful full breasts. She is from the family of the Princes of Trubetskoy, albeit a junior branch. Why did she suddenly get mixed up with brigands?
One of the executioners was checking the strength of the belts on the rack, another was preparing the brazier, and a third was putting various drills and pliers close to the fire. Everything was done in such a way that the captive could clearly see these preparations.
Dmitry Shuisky asked in a soft voice:
- Are you Anastasia Trubetskaya, mistress of the thief and anathema Bolotnikov?
The girl looked straight into the eyes of the tsar's relative and answered defiantly:
- I am not a mistress, but the lawful wife before God of Ivan, the ataman of the Cossacks, Bolotnikov," Anastasia took a breath and with a tear shifted to shouting:
- And my husband is not a thief, and not an anathema at all, but the intercessor of the common people of Russia!
The executioners hissed menacingly and moved toward Trubetskaya. Dmitri, preserving the ostensible softness of tone, asked:
- Do you, such a beautiful and young woman, not want to live at all anymore?
The answer turned out to be dignified:
- On your knees life is not life, standing death is not death!
Dmitry Shuisky, with a sour look muttered:
- But you will be tortured! Torture you so that you will scream like a cow at the slaughterhouse!
And, raising his voice, the torturer added angrily:
- If you do not come to your senses - they will strip you naked and hang you on the rack!
Anastasia silently spat in Dimitri's direction.
Shuisky shouted:
- Enough! String her up!
The executioners came nearer to the woman, but Prince Mikhail again stopped the monsters:
- Get back! Not yet to the rack! The interrogation has not yet been done properly.
The Tsar's brother looked at Skopin-Shuisky with a look that had so much anger in it that it would be possible to suck poison out of a whole regiment of archers with poisoned arrows. Surely, it frustrates such pleasure - to torture a beauty on the king's rack.
Skopin-Shuisky again tried to calm Dmitriy, although he knew that the woman could not escape torture. Too impudent and really guilty. The king himself could give the order to interrogate her with torture.
Dmitry Shuisky himself led the interrogation. The beautiful woman was caught and taken to the dungeon on a harness. On the way they took away her coat, pulled down her expensive silk dress and saffiano boots with silver heels. So the maiden to one shirt, barefoot, was led into the prison yard.
Anastasia, in spite of her bruises and her lip smashed to blood, remained a beauty. Her bare feet were reddened by the snow powder, on which were imprinted the dainty footprints of a maiden.
In the cold cell the lady was handcuffed to the damp, hoarfrost-covered wall. Several of the captive maidens were already in the cell, bouncing from the cold and trying to hug themselves tightly to get a little warmth. The girl was cold and ashamed in her shirt.
Soon the frozen Anastasia was lowered into the torture cellar. Here it was warm. On the walls hung the instruments with which people were beaten out of testimony and the most incredible confessions.
Anastasia's shiver from the cold subsided, but her chin trembled at the sight of the torture instruments. She tried to retain what little dignity remained. The noble blood of the Cossack atamansha was showing. Daring, young, half-naked with red from the cold, like a goose's feet. Only hair Anastasia redhead, though her face clean, without konopatnosti, which sparkled with searing hatred eyes.
Dmitri came specially to interrogate Anastasia. Mikhail Skopin-Shuisky came with him, hoping to protect the girl. He did not want the beauty to be broken and maimed. Although Dmitry has this right: she was the lover of the thief, with a saber fought against the king's troops. She might know where Ivan Bolotnikov hid his looted treasures.
It seems that the unfortunate girl will not escape the rack. Here even his personal physician Dmitry Shuisky invited to the interrogation, so that Anastasia did not inadvertently fall off. For the executioners, being overzealous, sent many people to the other world before the trial.
Dmitri sat in his chair and grinned very nastily. He liked to lead the interrogation, especially of the women. Shuisky could see how Anastasia's fine, young body shone through her wet shirt, how she tried to flip back her hair to cover her beautiful full breasts. She is from the family of the Princes of Trubetskoy, albeit a junior branch. Why did she suddenly get mixed up with brigands?
One of the executioners was checking the strength of the belts on the rack, another was preparing the brazier, and a third was putting various drills and pliers close to the fire. Everything was done in such a way that the captive could clearly see these preparations.
Dmitry Shuisky asked in a soft voice:
- Are you Anastasia Trubetskaya, mistress of the thief and anathema Bolotnikov?
The girl looked straight into the eyes of the tsar's relative and answered defiantly:
- I am not a mistress, but the lawful wife before God of Ivan, the ataman of the Cossacks, Bolotnikov," Anastasia took a breath and with a tear shifted to shouting:
- And my husband is not a thief, and not an anathema at all, but the intercessor of the common people of Russia!
The executioners hissed menacingly and moved toward Trubetskaya. Dmitri, preserving the ostensible softness of tone, asked:
- Do you, such a beautiful and young woman, not want to live at all anymore?
The answer turned out to be dignified:
- On your knees life is not life, standing death is not death!
Dmitry Shuisky, with a sour look muttered:
- But you will be tortured! Torture you so that you will scream like a cow at the slaughterhouse!
And, raising his voice, the torturer added angrily:
- If you do not come to your senses - they will strip you naked and hang you on the rack!
Anastasia silently spat in Dimitri's direction.
Shuisky shouted:
- Enough! String her up!
The executioners came nearer to the woman, but Prince Mikhail again stopped the monsters:
- Get back! Not yet to the rack! The interrogation has not yet been done properly.
The Tsar's brother looked at Skopin-Shuisky with a look that had so much anger in it that it would be possible to suck poison out of a whole regiment of archers with poisoned arrows. Surely, it frustrates such pleasure - to torture a beauty on the king's rack.
Skopin-Shuisky again tried to calm Dmitriy, although he knew that the woman could not escape torture. Too impudent and really guilty. The king himself could give the order to interrogate her with torture.
galione
Guard
is jahl the name of the artist?
M
montycrusto
Guest
Yes “Jahl”
(I think the artist is also known as “eikogirl” but I could be wrong)
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MICHELE PATRI
Tribune
"This bitch must confess soon, but first I want to have some fun..."
Nobbes25
Senator
Eikogirl is true.
MICHELE PATRI
Tribune
"I'm curious which one of you will sing the loudest..."
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
Why not use a second iron, touch them both at once and insist that they harmonise
Harsh Martinet
Consul
A painful perch.
MICHELE PATRI
Tribune
"No, please. Mercy.. Aaaaaagh!"
Harsh Martinet
Consul
The newest prisoner sees what awaits her.
MICHELE PATRI
Tribune
"Hit her more harshly. This bitch must suffer."
MICHELE PATRI
Tribune
"Suffer, whore, suffer! That's what you've deserved..."
