Misc. Inquisition Scenes.

[wulf]

The young baroness was so horrified by what she witness that she lost no time in hurrying out of the dungeon. The King's order bore fruit, however, since the youth was determine to never allow her husband to do anything disloyal that might have either of them consigned to that terrifying dungeon.

Meanwhile, the princess was enjoying herself. She massaged the countess's breast, gauging the firmness of the heavy orb and relishing the look of suffering on the countess's face as a brazier was moved under her other foot. The torturer added to the poor noblewoman's torment by stroking a blazing hot iron along the sensitive flesh of her stretched-taut thigh.

The naked countess was unable to move a muscle to avoid any of these torments, especially as her stretched body was aflame with the pain of torn joints, muscles, and sinew. Despite her suffering, however, she refused to confess her husband's location, so additional "persuasion" was needed.

Oh I do Love it when additional measures are needed.

A great render and wonderful details. I especially like her screaming mouth, and wide open eyes depicting her shock and suffering.
Well done Sir, and thanks for sharing.

[frog]

Excellent! Some of the female spectators remind me of the Malsavia series by Road Runner.

[bleumune]

The torturer selected hot irons as the "additional persuasion," and started by lightly applying a fiery hot iron to the left side of the countess's magnificent breast. The noblewoman was already shrieking -- mostly silently! -- from the pain of the flames licking at the sensitive soles of her feet, but the touch on the hot iron on her precious orb was an agony beyond belief!

[wulf]

The torturer selected hot irons as the "additional persuasion," and started by lightly applying a fiery hot iron to the left side of the countess's magnificent breast. The noblewoman was already shrieking -- mostly silently! -- from the pain of the flames licking at the sensitive soles of her feet, but the touch on the hot iron on her precious orb was an agony beyond belief!

I love the expressions on both women's faces, and a beautiful job on the hot iron and the smoke.

Very well done Sir, and thank you for sharing.

[Zylinderrohr]

I can’t wart to see the Princess herself stick the first needles with glowing tips into the nipples …or labia …or clitoris of the Countess...

[bleumune]

I love the expressions on both women's faces, and a beautiful job on the hot iron and the smoke.

Very well done Sir, and thank you for sharing.

Thank you, wulf. As for expressions, I assume you're talking about the nun and the princess. Well, they didn't have any other entertainment that day, since the castle hadn't paid their Netflix fees!

[bleumune]

I can’t wart to see the Princess herself stick the first needles with glowing tips into the nipples …or labia …or clitoris of the Countess...

To tell you the truth, I had assumed the nun might take a hand in the torture. I envisioned the princess as just a witness. A very interested witness, but still just an onlooker. Sorry.

[bleumune]

Excellent! Some of the female spectators remind me of the Malsavia series by Road Runner.

I hadn't thought explicitly about the similarity, but now that you mention it, you might have a point.

As for roadrunner, I really wish he hadn't abandoned the Malsavia series. Maybe he'd taken it as far as he could, but surely there must have been other dungeon scenes in his fervent imagination. Instead, he just . . . stopped.

[bleumune]

The torturer proceeded methodically with all the skill at his disposal as he focused on the coutess's magnificent bosom with his hot irons. He made sure to give her enough time before the next caress of the iron so that she fully appreciated the agony of seared, feminine flesh before the next round, but somehow the countess managed to hold her tongue.

"Hold her tongue" as far as confessing, that is. She certainly did her best to bellow her agony to the dispassionate observers with what air she could spare from her need for oxygen . . .

[wulf]

Excellent! Some of the female spectators remind me of the Malsavia series by Road Runner.

I hadn't thought explicitly about the similarity, but now that you mention it, you might have a point.

As for roadrunner, I really wish he hadn't abandoned the Malsavia series. Maybe he'd taken it as far as he could, but surely there must have been other dungeon scenes in his fervent imagination. Instead, he just . . . stopped.

Yes indeed. I'm grateful what there is, but his work is so addictive one can never have enough.