JD's bazaar

[doe.1971]

Each morning, when going to their assigned posts the willing employees can use the services of whoever turn is to be in the box. Sometimes there's not enough much time for a proper sex routine so the box it is. The only custom is to clean the used slave so the next one can enjoy as well. A bucket with soapy water and a long handle brush are waiting to be used. Don't be slouch, clean after yourself!

Today's Aloy turn. On one hand she'll stay inside, in the cool undergrounds of the dungeon. On the other hand, other girls told her that it's a very uncomfortable position to stay more than a few hours.

[yyy02]

...Don't be slouch, clean after yourself!

It's probably more like "Clean before use"

[frog]

Each morning, when going to their assigned posts the willing employees can use the services of whoever turn is to be in the box. Sometimes there's not enough much time for a proper sex routine so the box it is. The only custom is to clean the used slave so the next one can enjoy as well. A bucket with soapy water and a long handle brush are waiting to be used. Don't be slouch, clean after yourself!

Today's Aloy turn. On one hand she'll stay inside, in the cool undergrounds of the dungeon. On the other hand, other girls told her that it's a very uncomfortable position to stay more than a few hours.

That should hurt! Thanks. Happy and prosperous 2026, my friend.

[wulf]

Each morning, when going to their assigned posts the willing employees can use the services of whoever turn is to be in the box. Sometimes there's not enough much time for a proper sex routine so the box it is. The only custom is to clean the used slave so the next one can enjoy as well. A bucket with soapy water and a long handle brush are waiting to be used. Don't be slouch, clean after yourself!

Today's Aloy turn. On one hand she'll stay inside, in the cool undergrounds of the dungeon. On the other hand, other girls told her that it's a very uncomfortable position to stay more than a few hours.

What a thoughtful employer to provide such a service. A big boost to morale, I would think.

Lovely images JD, and thanks as always.
Have a nice holiday, and a good next year.

[doe.1971]

Merry Xmas!!!!!


As the twinkling lights of Christmas illuminate the world on this magical December 24, 2025, may your heart be filled with the timeless wonder of the season—the quiet hush of falling snow, the warmth of loved ones gathered near, and the profound joy of hope reborn.

Wishing you a Christmas overflowing with peace that calms the soul, love that binds us closer, and laughter that echoes through the years. May the spirit of giving inspire kindness in every moment, and may the New Year ahead bring fresh dreams, renewed strength, and endless blessings.

From my heart to yours: Merry Christmas! May it be a celebration of all that is beautiful and meaningful in life!

In this season of light and miracles, may your home be a haven of warmth, your days filled with cherished moments, and your spirit lifted by the eternal message of love and redemption. Wishing you a profoundly joyful Christmas and a year ahead brimming with grace. As stars shine brightly above and carols fill the air, may the magic of Christmas wrap you in comfort, heal any weary hearts, and ignite sparks of happiness that last far beyond the holidays. Merry Christmas, with all my warmest affections. May the beauty of twinkling trees, the scent of evergreen, and the embrace of family remind you of life's greatest gifts. Here's to a Christmas rich in serenity, abundant in love, and sparkling with promise for tomorrow.

Now, back to smut. Recalcitrant slaves in cangues outside the tents with only the shade provided by the round wooden disks around their necks. Whipped hourly, given a bit of water only in the evening. Inspired by the same Noble Vulture. Guy's a genius. Bonus, they look like the three mages.

[frog]

Merry Xmas!!!!!


As the twinkling lights of Christmas illuminate the world on this magical December 24, 2025, may your heart be filled with the timeless wonder of the season—the quiet hush of falling snow, the warmth of loved ones gathered near, and the profound joy of hope reborn.

Wishing you a Christmas overflowing with peace that calms the soul, love that binds us closer, and laughter that echoes through the years. May the spirit of giving inspire kindness in every moment, and may the New Year ahead bring fresh dreams, renewed strength, and endless blessings.

From my heart to yours: Merry Christmas! May it be a celebration of all that is beautiful and meaningful in life!

In this season of light and miracles, may your home be a haven of warmth, your days filled with cherished moments, and your spirit lifted by the eternal message of love and redemption. Wishing you a profoundly joyful Christmas and a year ahead brimming with grace. As stars shine brightly above and carols fill the air, may the magic of Christmas wrap you in comfort, heal any weary hearts, and ignite sparks of happiness that last far beyond the holidays. Merry Christmas, with all my warmest affections. May the beauty of twinkling trees, the scent of evergreen, and the embrace of family remind you of life's greatest gifts. Here's to a Christmas rich in serenity, abundant in love, and sparkling with promise for tomorrow.

Now, back to smut. Recalcitrant slaves in cangues outside the tents with only the shade provided by the round wooden disks around their necks. Whipped hourly, given a bit of water only in the evening. Inspired by the same Noble Vulture. Guy's a genius. Bonus, they look like the three mages.

Thanks for your well thought message. And, above all, there is always time to go back to smut. Long may it live!

[doe.1971]

The tavern had no roof, only the wide blue sky and the jagged teeth of the Mahakam peaks watching from the north like indifferent gods. Sunlight poured down, hot and merciless, turning the worn wooden tables into blazing islands and the flagstones underfoot into a slow-burning griddle.

Three women who once bent fate itself now wore only iron.

Yennefer of Vengerberg knelt beside a corner table, silver chain running from the heavy collar at her throat to a thick ringbolt set into the floorboards. The man who had paid the silver for her private hour sprawled in his chair, boots propped on the table, a tankard in one hand and the chain's slack in the other. He tugged lazily every few minutes, not because he needed her closer, but because he could. Her black hair, once a storm cloud of midnight, hung in sweat-damp strands across her shoulders and breasts. The sun painted her pale skin the color of new cream, and every eye in the place kept finding excuses to drift back to her.

She did not look at him. She looked at the mountains instead, at the far white gleam of snow that never melted even in high summer, and her violet eyes were as cold as that distant ice.

Triss Merigold sat astride a broad-shouldered Nilfgaardian deserter who smelled of horse and sour wine. He had both arms wrapped around her waist, one meaty hand splayed possessively across her stomach, the other cupping the underside of her left breast as though weighing ripe fruit at market. Her copper hair burned in the sunlight. Every time he laughed at one of his own coarse jokes she was lifted slightly, then settled again, the motion practiced now, almost automatic. Her green eyes flickered toward Yennefer every few minutes, quick, worried glances, the only conversation they were still permitted.

On the low square platform on the side of the open-air common room, Ciri danced. Hips rolling, arms lifted in the old southern style, chains on her wrists chiming like cruel bells with every turn. The sun had already kissed freckles across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her shoulders. Sweat ran in bright rivulets down her back, between her breasts, along the lean muscles of her thighs. The rowdy crowd roared approval each time she spun, silver anklets flashing, each time she arched backward until her ash-pale hair swept the boards behind her. They threw copper coins that rang against the wood; some hit her legs, stinging. She did not flinch.

A new song struck up, pipes and a lazy drum. Ciri's body answered before her mind could refuse. As is a paga slave supposed to behave.

[doe.1971]

After a night of abuse Cirilla and the rest of the slaves she worked with are taken in front of the entrance. Two Y shaped pieces of wood were sledgehammered into the rocky soil. Next her legs were attached to a short, straight piece of wood, one foot close to the other.

After that, with a powerful pull, the horizontal wood was lifted and positioned in the Y of each post and tied in place with ropes. Ciri found herself barely touching the ground with her chest and arms now.

Her toes were tied together and then tied to the ring in her vagina. This way, it was ensured that her feet will not wiggle too much during her punishment.

Finally, a short message from the boss to the frightened audience describing Ciri's crime and her decreed punishment, 25 cane strokes on her soles as it was appropriate for fugitives. After the application, to prevent future escape attempts Ciri was to be fitted with heavy iron boots and assigned to work posts that require limited mobility.

Post Note. There's some mild vanilla pics of Ciri on AU depicting her escape but not suited for the hardened audience of Ralphus. Check my page over there for a bit more context

[LLL]

mine 20C1.jpg


After a night of abuse Cirilla and the rest of the slaves she worked with are taken in front of the entrance. Two Y shaped pieces of wood were sledgehammered into the rocky soil. Next her legs were attached to a short, straight piece of wood, one foot close to the other.

After that, with a powerful pull, the horizontal wood was lifted and positioned in the Y of each post and tied in place with ropes. Ciri found herself barely touching the ground with her chest and arms now.


mine 20C2.jpg

Her toes were tied together and then tied to the ring in her vagina. This way, it was ensured that her feet will not wiggle too much during her punishment.


mine 20C3.jpg

Finally, a short message from the boss to the frightened audience describing Ciri's crime and her decreed punishment, 25 cane strokes on her soles as it was appropriate for fugitives. After the application, to prevent future escape attempts Ciri was to be fitted with heavy iron boots and assigned to work posts that require limited mobility.

Post Note. There's some mild vanilla pics of Ciri on AU depicting her escape but not suited for the hardened audience of Ralphus. Check my page over there for a bit more context

Excellent, JD. As I said on AU, a sequel is mandatory.

[doe.1971]

Excellent, JD. As I said on AU, a sequel is mandatory.

Thanks. On Ralphus, for sure. On AU, questionable. It's not really their thing and I don't wanna shove content into unsuspecting victims' throat, heh.