Sansa D'arc: an AI homage to the early work of Quoom

[wulf]

Chapter XVI

"So, my sweet girl" says the chief torturer "I am sure now you wish it was my dick about to enter you, right? Maybe if you beg me nicely I'll fuck you again instead of using the pear on your cunt..."

"Cut he act, moron" retorts Cersei. "You have had your fun, now I want to see the bitch suffer for real. Proceed, if you don't want me to order it used on your shithole afterwards".

While the pear might be the main attraction in this one, I also love the fun thing on her left leg.
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[LLL]

Chapter XVI

"So, my sweet girl" says the chief torturer "I am sure now you wish it was my dick about to enter you, right? Maybe if you beg me nicely I'll fuck you again instead of using the pear on your cunt..."

"Cut he act, moron" retorts Cersei. "You have had your fun, now I want to see the bitch suffer for real. Proceed, if you don't want me to order it used on your shithole afterwards".

While the pear might be the main attraction in this one, I also love the fun thing on her left leg.
https://ralphus.net/thegimpforum/downlo ... &mode=view

Yes, alas the picture where that was first applied was impossible to alter convincingly, so it appears here a bit out of nowhere.

[LLL]

Chapter XVII

The pear is inserted, and slowly turned open. Over the following hour the most agonizing screams are drawn from Sansa, while Cersei sips her wine. Still, however, the young Stark refuses to provide a confession.

When Sansa faints, the court physician intervenes, reccomending to cease the questioning for a few hours and reprise it in the afternoon.

[LLL]

Chapter XVIII

Having dined and rested a few hours, in the late afternoon Cersei goes to fetch Sansa from her cell. The young woman has been chained up in a small space, with half a foot of cold water on the floor to further inconvenience her.

Cersei finds Sansa in prayer.

"Nor the Seven nor your barbaric ancient gods will save you, murderer. Time to resume your questioning. Come alone willingly, or I will have those gentlemen drag you".

Few moments later Sansa is pushed down on an ominous spiked chair...

[LLL]

Chapter XIX

Sansa is fastened on the chair. The spikes are dull and do not immediately draw blood, but every movement hurts, and no position is painless.

Cersei comes to inspect the proceedings. Sansa tries to keep a brave face and feign indifference.

"Our guest seems a little bored to me. Please make her pay attention".

[LLL]

Chapter XX


A kick to the wood compressing her shins makes Sansa cry out.

"Good so. Now that lady Stark has acknowledged our presence, proceed to heat up the irons. But first warm her feet, they must be cold after the hours spent in the puddle dungeon".

[wulf]

I'm really loving this. It's been a while since I've visited this story, and your changes have made it even better. Thank you.

[LLL]

I'm really loving this. It's been a while since I've visited this story, and your changes have made it even better. Thank you.

Thanks Wulf... although Jeanne d'Arc is oviously a bit blotchy compared to what you can achieve today it's always been one of my favourite Quoom's. Along with my Jolanda, of course. More to come soon.

[LLL]

Chapter XXI

Sansa tries to keep a brave face, but the iron searing the palm of her hand proves way to painful to endure with a straight face.

"Good so. Now move to other parts of this murderer's body" says Cersei.

[LLL]

Chapter XXII

"As your Majesty commands. Let's see how she reacts when the burning iron touches her side... her thigh... her belly..."

Each body part mentioned is then burned, its mentioning punctuated by Sansa's screams.

"Sure, sure... but now go for her boobs. That will really get a reaction, I bet".