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[MasterKav]

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It would only take one to trip.

[doe.1971]

It would only take one to trip.

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[doe.1971]

With thanks to Lord Ludwig, our in-house literati for his tireless work with the text.


Can Francesco della Scala, better known as Cangrande, lord of Verona and Imperial vicar, died, at the age of 38, on the 22nd day of July in the Anno Domini 1329. Under suspicious circumstances. Officially the cause of his death was attributed to drinking from a polluted spring, but poisoning was suspected. Not having legitimate offspring, the obvious successor was thought to be his 21-year-old nephew, Mastino.

However, the day after the funeral, the most beloved of the many children he sired out of wedlock, the beautiful Margherita, eighteen, presented documents in which Cangrande legitimated her, and claimed her right to Verona and the surrounding area.

A woman, young and born a bastard, on the throne of a signoria was unheard of. Mastino immediately proposed marriage to his half-niece but was haughtily rebuked. Later that day, finding solace in the arms of his lover, Maria Cagnola, another illegitimate daughter of Cangrande and Margherita’s half-sister, he was stunned when she presented him the perfect solution.

That very day, before dusk, Mastino, along with a few easily persuaded Veronese citizens, presented a formal accusation at the local diocese. Margherita, he claimed, was a witch; the documents making her Cangrande’s successor a forgery or written under a spell. And possibly she was the very one who poisoned her father. All that was needed was a confession…

Margherita, quite popular and well loved by the people, was taken by night to the castle that should have been hers. There, in the well-furnished torture room, the means to coerce an admission of guilt out of her were plenty.

So, a hellish nightmare started for Margherita. A conniving inquisitor found ample grounds for the suspicion of witchcraft and ordered her questioning, which Mastino eagerly took upon himself to overview and direct, not missing the opportunity to take from her body those pleasures she had denied him through marriage. All in the mocking presence of Lucia Cagnola, who could now satisfy the envy and hatred for her half-sister, who had always been just a tad prettier, a little more beloved.

When three days of ordinary torture did not break Margherita, the use of extraordinary torture was approved. Thus, among other devices, she was subjected to the “culla di Giuda”, the Judas Cradle.

“Well, Margherita” said Mastino “I guess you’re sorry you did not accept me as your husband now. Did you really believe you could put that pretty ass of yours on my throne? Let’s see how you will enjoy spending the night on this throne instead”.

Text by Lord Ludwig (LL).
Inspired by a drawing by relahuoguo.

[MasterKav]

With thanks to Lord Ludwig, our in-house literati for his tireless work with the text.


Can Francesco della Scala, better known as Cangrande, lord of Verona and Imperial vicar, died, at the age of 38, on the 22nd day of July in the Anno Domini 1329. Under suspicious circumstances. Officially the cause of his death was attributed to drinking from a polluted spring, but poisoning was suspected. Not having legitimate offspring, the obvious successor was thought to be his 21-year-old nephew, Mastino.

However, the day after the funeral, the most beloved of the many children he sired out of wedlock, the beautiful Margherita, eighteen, presented documents in which Cangrande legitimated her, and claimed her right to Verona and the surrounding area.

A woman, young and born a bastard, on the throne of a signoria was unheard of. Mastino immediately proposed marriage to his half-niece but was haughtily rebuked. Later that day, finding solace in the arms of his lover, Maria Cagnola, another illegitimate daughter of Cangrande and Margherita’s half-sister, he was stunned when she presented him the perfect solution.

That very day, before dusk, Mastino, along with a few easily persuaded Veronese citizens, presented a formal accusation at the local diocese. Margherita, he claimed, was a witch; the documents making her Cangrande’s successor a forgery or written under a spell. And possibly she was the very one who poisoned her father. All that was needed was a confession…

Margherita, quite popular and well loved by the people, was taken by night to the castle that should have been hers. There, in the well-furnished torture room, the means to coerce an admission of guilt out of her were plenty.

So, a hellish nightmare started for Margherita. A conniving inquisitor found ample grounds for the suspicion of witchcraft and ordered her questioning, which Mastino eagerly took upon himself to overview and direct, not missing the opportunity to take from her body those pleasures she had denied him through marriage. All in the mocking presence of Lucia Cagnola, who could now satisfy the envy and hatred for her half-sister, who had always been just a tad prettier, a little more beloved.

When three days of ordinary torture did not break Margherita, the use of extraordinary torture was approved. Thus, among other devices, she was subjected to the “culla di Giuda”, the Judas Cradle.

“Well, Margherita” said Mastino “I guess you’re sorry you did not accept me as your husband now. Did you really believe you could put that pretty ass of yours on my throne? Let’s see how you will enjoy spending the night on this throne instead”.

Text by Lord Ludwig (LL).
Inspired by a drawing by relahuoguo.


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Steady as you go

[wulf]

With thanks to Lord Ludwig, our in-house literati for his tireless work with the text.


Can Francesco della Scala, better known as Cangrande, lord of Verona and Imperial vicar, died, at the age of 38, on the 22nd day of July in the Anno Domini 1329. Under suspicious circumstances. Officially the cause of his death was attributed to drinking from a polluted spring, but poisoning was suspected. Not having legitimate offspring, the obvious successor was thought to be his 21-year-old nephew, Mastino.

However, the day after the funeral, the most beloved of the many children he sired out of wedlock, the beautiful Margherita, eighteen, presented documents in which Cangrande legitimated her, and claimed her right to Verona and the surrounding area.

A woman, young and born a bastard, on the throne of a signoria was unheard of. Mastino immediately proposed marriage to his half-niece but was haughtily rebuked. Later that day, finding solace in the arms of his lover, Maria Cagnola, another illegitimate daughter of Cangrande and Margherita’s half-sister, he was stunned when she presented him the perfect solution.

That very day, before dusk, Mastino, along with a few easily persuaded Veronese citizens, presented a formal accusation at the local diocese. Margherita, he claimed, was a witch; the documents making her Cangrande’s successor a forgery or written under a spell. And possibly she was the very one who poisoned her father. All that was needed was a confession…

Margherita, quite popular and well loved by the people, was taken by night to the castle that should have been hers. There, in the well-furnished torture room, the means to coerce an admission of guilt out of her were plenty.

So, a hellish nightmare started for Margherita. A conniving inquisitor found ample grounds for the suspicion of witchcraft and ordered her questioning, which Mastino eagerly took upon himself to overview and direct, not missing the opportunity to take from her body those pleasures she had denied him through marriage. All in the mocking presence of Lucia Cagnola, who could now satisfy the envy and hatred for her half-sister, who had always been just a tad prettier, a little more beloved.

When three days of ordinary torture did not break Margherita, the use of extraordinary torture was approved. Thus, among other devices, she was subjected to the “culla di Giuda”, the Judas Cradle.

“Well, Margherita” said Mastino “I guess you’re sorry you did not accept me as your husband now. Did you really believe you could put that pretty ass of yours on my throne? Let’s see how you will enjoy spending the night on this throne instead”.

Text by Lord Ludwig (LL).
Inspired by a drawing by relahuoguo.


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Truly a lovely story, well written and with an extraodinary illustration to enjoy. My thanks to both of you for sharing.
Well done Sirs.

If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room studying the artwork.

[doe.1971]

The infamous Ass Buster. Philippa heard about it and its sinister reputation but never saw one and even less experienced one. From what she knew, it can be fitted with multiple sized heads, locked in place by pins on which the unfortunate victim is mounted. Regular size is used for common whores and petty thieves while larger sizes were employed for traitors of the State. To her horror, Djikstra used the largest one on the buster's arm.

"Come on, come on, I hope you'll like the accommodations" he said pointing toward the evil instrument. "A pain in the ass almost as big as you my dear" then he realized his mistake as Philippa was still unable to see anything, after mad king Radovid had her eyes gouged many months ago.

Half an hour later, after many screams and pleadings, Philippa is solidly riding the enormous bulb. She never enjoyed anal sex from her previous lovers and in her casual fling with Djikstra she adamantly refused to allow him the use of that entrance. "Too demeaning, my dear" she used to say. "Too plebeian, we are not animals".

Being infertile, like all sorceresses, Philippa never had a child but now she thinks she knows how it feels when a female is bursting from inside. The only consolation, she went low enough so her ass crack is solidly sitting on the wood beam. Nothing else left to go up in her.

"And that's a fair revenge for your betrayal, my dear. It pained my heart more than it hurts you right now".


A concept of lollo66.

[stretchrack]

For three years Sigismund Dijkstra and Philippa Eilhart were lovers. Not out of passion but cold political interest and mutual benefit. He was the spymaster of Redania and she was the engine behind the Lodge of Sorceresses. This arrangement resulted in some pillow talk that benefitted both.

Things changed after Vizimir's death. Philippa, advancing her Lodge's agenda to manipulate thrones and secure elven prophecy heirs like Ciri, turned on Dijkstra. She sent assassins after him forcing Dijkstra to flee Redania in disguise as the bathhouse owner Sigi Reuven. This act of treachery, amid the chaos of coups, wars, and power grabs, shattered any remnants of trust.

Then fate, as it sometimes does, betrayed Philippa and left her stuck in the body of an owl. A owl that fate made to fall in the hands of Dijkstra. After restoring her to her human form, Dijsktra put a demeritium collar around her neck while still groggy and dragged her in that special room under the bath house, so deep in the ground that no sound ever escaped.

His revenge will be long and sweet.

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I can't emphasize enough how much your rack scenes have been missed

[wulf]

Yes indeed. JD's rack scenes are so good one can almost hear the muted crack of separating joints, which never fail to get a high eom score.

[frog]

With thanks to Lord Ludwig, our in-house literati for his tireless work with the text.

Text by Lord Ludwig (LL).
Inspired by a drawing by relahuoguo.

You have outdone yourself download/file.php?id=90467&mode=view, impressive. The text and the realhugo drawing are also very good. Thanks for sharing.

[LLL]

With thanks to Lord Ludwig, our in-house literati for his tireless work with the text.

Text by Lord Ludwig (LL).
Inspired by a drawing by relahuoguo.

You have outdone yourself download/file.php?id=90467&mode=view, impressive. The text and the realhugo drawing are also very good. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks. To those interested - not many, I guess - I would add that the text has strong historical roots. Cangrande Della Scala really was Lord of Verona, the date and circumstances of his death are historical fact, as is his being succeded by his nephew, the 21 year old Mastino. And he really had several sons and daughters out of wedlock, among the latter a Margherita and a Lucia Cagnola.

Of course, that is where historical facts stop and GIMP fantasy starts. I have no idea if Margherita and Lucia were beautiful, plain or ugly; if they were friends or enemies. I do not know in what year they were born, or what happened to them when Cangrande died. Definitely, the lord of Verona would never, even in his wildest fever-induced dreams, have considered leaving his titles to a woman.