Kush is the area of the upper Nile. The Kushite kingdom lasted about 1200 years till 500 AD.
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Indeed, right you are. I was thinking of the Hindu Kush. Never heard before the word Kush in Italian associated with the region of Nubia, but it seems now to be used here as well.
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Moravia, AD 1091
As soon as Marketa felt the heat of the branding iron held an inch away from her skin, she frantically started blabbering whatever she knew.
King Vratislaus however wanted to make absolutely sure she was not holding anything back, and ordered to proceed with the torture.
I tried to make a follow-up with mixed results. Alas I do not know how to get AI to make a background that is consistent with the former one, so I had to cut out the figures from the former pic and replace them. With suboptimal results.
Tomorrow maybe I'll try to add some burn marks, but if someone more skilled at it like JD or Frog wants to get at it...
As soon as Marketa felt the heat of the branding iron held an inch away from her skin, she frantically started blabbering whatever she knew.
King Vratislaus however wanted to make absolutely sure she was not holding anything back, and ordered to proceed with the torture.
I tried to make a follow-up with mixed results. Alas I do not know how to get AI to make a background that is consistent with the former one, so I had to cut out the figures from the former pic and replace them. With suboptimal results.
Tomorrow maybe I'll try to add some burn marks, but if someone more skilled at it like JD or Frog wants to get at it...
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Part of every young man classical education, in Conan the Barbarian comics.
Sorry maybe her illustrious Froginess, I'm caught with a side project.
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No problem, your illustrious JDness. As you know, all my pleas have no time limit. It's cool even if you do it next year. That is, starting from the supposition I'll be still around to see it. Then again, in the contrary I would not complain, so...
As for Conan, yes, I read it in my early twenties. While some aspects were clearly based on ancient Egypt, I did not think it historically and geographically accurate.
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The defiling goes on...
Moravia, AD 1091
Several times Marketa faints due to the horrible pain inflicted upon her by the branding iron. Several times she is revived and the torture reprised.
At last, King Vratislaus is satisfied that no more useful information can be wrung out of the young woman, by now barely breathing, and orders a halt to the questioning.
"Shall I proceed to kill the prisoner, your Grace?" asks the torturer.
"No. This bastard spawn of my rebellious brother is somewhat pleasing to the eye. She can still be of use to me in other ways. Lock her up securely and not too comfortably, but make sure she survives".
Moravia, AD 1091
Several times Marketa faints due to the horrible pain inflicted upon her by the branding iron. Several times she is revived and the torture reprised.
At last, King Vratislaus is satisfied that no more useful information can be wrung out of the young woman, by now barely breathing, and orders a halt to the questioning.
"Shall I proceed to kill the prisoner, your Grace?" asks the torturer.
"No. This bastard spawn of my rebellious brother is somewhat pleasing to the eye. She can still be of use to me in other ways. Lock her up securely and not too comfortably, but make sure she survives".
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Aladdin: "Princess Jasmine, I have a proposal for you. If you agree to become my 'slave' and carry a yoke while naked, as it's customary, we can escape the palace together as no one will pay attention to yet another slave carried around. Plus, none of your father's guards ever seen you naked to know any better with your head lowered and the hair covering your face"
Jasmine: "Aladdin, are you serious? That's degrading and humiliating. I won't do it."
Aladdin: "I understand your concerns, but think about what this could mean for us. We could be free from the restrictions of the palace and live our lives as we see fit."
Jasmine: "But at what cost? My dignity and self-respect are more important to me than any amount of freedom."
Aladdin: "I understand your feelings, but I believe that this is the only way out. We have no other options."
Jasmine: "Aladdin, are you serious? That's degrading and humiliating. I won't do it."
Aladdin: "I understand your concerns, but think about what this could mean for us. We could be free from the restrictions of the palace and live our lives as we see fit."
Jasmine: "But at what cost? My dignity and self-respect are more important to me than any amount of freedom."
Aladdin: "I understand your feelings, but I believe that this is the only way out. We have no other options."
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Ahmad was a slaver like his father and his grandfather before him. Not many other job opportunities in Ophir.
One day, while scouring the coastline for ships that might be carrying valuable cargo, he stumbled upon the recent wreckage of a ship that had been caught in a storm. As he explored the remains of the ship, among dead, odd-looking sailors he found a beautiful young woman barely breathing. She was dressed in fine silks and jewels, and her skin was smooth and fair. Some noble woman from a far-far away land, like Chitay. Ahmad has never left his gaze on a Chitay woman before but he knew immediately that she could make a valuable slave, and he decided to take her back to his city of Assar to sell her at auction.
Before she regained consciousness, Ahmad ripped off the princess's clothes and tied her up tightly in the slaver's cart so that he could easily transport her across the sandy desert. Over the long voyage he made sure to keep her well-fed and watered but she was still sad and quiet. On top of that she couldn't understand what Ahmad was telling her but his intentions seem to be clear.
When they finally arrived in Assar, avoiding any other group of people that might claim his prize, Ahmad took the princess to a slave auction house where she was quickly sold to a local fat and wealthy merchant for thrice the price an average slave would fetch. The merchant was delighted with his new acquisition and planned to use her as a concubine. Ahmad went to get drunk and laid. In no specific order.
But fate had other plans for the princess. One night, while she was being held captive in the merchant's harem, she managed to escape from her old and rusty chains and run out into the streets of Assar. She ran for hours until she finally reached the safety of a group of rebels who were fighting against the Assar's boss.
Not that they were much better than the previous owner. She was still a slave in their eyes but at least now she would get fucked by a different rebel every night. A weak consolation if any.
And although Ahmad would never again see her, he knew that she had made an indelible mark on his life. 'One day I'll sail to Chitay and fill a boat with their females' was to be his lifelong desire. But alas, he lost his life next year after winning at dice too many time with someone too suspicious of cheaters.
Inspired by this great illustration.
One day, while scouring the coastline for ships that might be carrying valuable cargo, he stumbled upon the recent wreckage of a ship that had been caught in a storm. As he explored the remains of the ship, among dead, odd-looking sailors he found a beautiful young woman barely breathing. She was dressed in fine silks and jewels, and her skin was smooth and fair. Some noble woman from a far-far away land, like Chitay. Ahmad has never left his gaze on a Chitay woman before but he knew immediately that she could make a valuable slave, and he decided to take her back to his city of Assar to sell her at auction.
Before she regained consciousness, Ahmad ripped off the princess's clothes and tied her up tightly in the slaver's cart so that he could easily transport her across the sandy desert. Over the long voyage he made sure to keep her well-fed and watered but she was still sad and quiet. On top of that she couldn't understand what Ahmad was telling her but his intentions seem to be clear.
When they finally arrived in Assar, avoiding any other group of people that might claim his prize, Ahmad took the princess to a slave auction house where she was quickly sold to a local fat and wealthy merchant for thrice the price an average slave would fetch. The merchant was delighted with his new acquisition and planned to use her as a concubine. Ahmad went to get drunk and laid. In no specific order.
But fate had other plans for the princess. One night, while she was being held captive in the merchant's harem, she managed to escape from her old and rusty chains and run out into the streets of Assar. She ran for hours until she finally reached the safety of a group of rebels who were fighting against the Assar's boss.
Not that they were much better than the previous owner. She was still a slave in their eyes but at least now she would get fucked by a different rebel every night. A weak consolation if any.
And although Ahmad would never again see her, he knew that she had made an indelible mark on his life. 'One day I'll sail to Chitay and fill a boat with their females' was to be his lifelong desire. But alas, he lost his life next year after winning at dice too many time with someone too suspicious of cheaters.
Inspired by this great illustration.
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