Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan (Mario Salieris Dracula RENEWED)

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Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan part 1

Thanks to AI, I am finally able to reinterpret one of the best and hottest porn films of the 90s, with the torture and rape scenes being depicted and
illustrated in somewhat greater detail. I hope you enjoy it.

In the 15th century, during an invasion of Romania by the Turks, Prince Vlad Tepes unsuccessfully tries to persuade his wife to leave the country. However, out of loyalty and love for Vlad, she refuses. Vlad is killed, while his wife is captured and handed over to the sadistic. He has long had his eye on the beautiful Elisabeta.

So Elisabeta, the beautiful wife of Prince Vlad Tepes, was brought before the new Sultan.

She had been captured by the new ruler’s men and brought to him to be inspected, and then used for his pleasure.

As the doors to the throne room swung open, and the two rough, bearded men on either side of her dragged her into the huge chamber, she was trembling all over, and could barely stand. But she knew that her husband, Vlad, would expect her to be brave, and not to let their enemies see how frightened she was. So she held her head high and stared straight in front of her, as the Sultan was announced and the guards led her forward, to the base of the throne.

“Kneel,” the guards said gruffly, pushing her down onto her knees.

But she still kept her head up as she was told of the death of her husband, and how the Sultan would be having her as his personal concubine from now on.

She refused to show her emotion at this news, but then the Sultan, with a cruel smile, asked if she would prefer torture to this.

And this did get a reaction out of her. She lowered her head, and gasped. She knew what these men did to women, and she had no desire to be tortured by them.

“You wish to be spared from torture?” he asked, in his accented voice, and she looked up again, her blue eyes meeting his dark ones. He was a handsome man, in his mid thirties, with black hair, and a short, well groomed beard. His skin was tanned and weathered, and there was a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I wish to be spared torture.”

The Sultan laughed, and said, “Then you will have to learn to please me, and learn it quickly.”

The young queen, whether out of desperation or because she had already given up on life and had nothing to lose, defiantly replied, “You will never possess me. You can do what you will with my body. But I will never give you my heart and soul.”

The Sultan raised his eyebrows, and looked down at her with even more interest now. He hadn’t expected such bravery from his captive, and it intrigued him.

“We shall see about that,” he said, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he looked down at her, trembling, figure.

“Remove her top,” he then said, turning to his two henchmen, who were still holding the beautiful young queen by her upper arms. “I want to see what fruits this Christian woman has.”

The two men did as they were told, ripping the thin, white blouse from her body, and the linen undergarment beneath.


TO BE CONTINUED (if there is interrest)

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TO BE CONTINUED (if there is interrest)

Don't expect oceanic crowds here on GIMP, but I am sure there is interest.

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The men showed no mercy and tore all of Elisabeta's outer clothing from her body.

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Ah, it seems there is interest in my little story. I will continue the plot soon, but here is a little update as a preview. Unfortunately, I have to limit the story somewhat, as only five images are allowed per post.

So now she stood, her breasts on show, with only a half torn petticoat covering the rest of her.



Elisabeta's hands were bound behind her back with heavy iron chains.

Defenseless,she was presented to the sultan in all her naked beauty, repeatedly looking fearfully at the floor or into the eyes of her tormentors to avoid direct eye contact with the sultan. The men dragged Elisabeta through the throne room until the sultan rose.

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Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan part 2

“Hmmmm,”said the Sultan. “Not bad at all.” He got up from his throne and came down the steps to the girl, then reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands.

Elisabeta’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her beg for mercy. Instead, she just bowed her head and remained perfectly still, as the new ruler of her country groped her.

He played with her breasts for a few moments, weighing them in his hands and squeezing the soft, creamy white flesh, before pinching her nipples between his fingers.

She winced at this, but still didn’t cry out. The Sultan smiled cruelly, and then moved his hands to her back, running them down the length of her spine, then back up again. She was a beautiful girl,and her skin was as smooth and unblemished as silk, but it was the fire in her eyes that really attracted him to her. He loved the idea of breaking such a beautiful young woman, with so much spirit in her. And he would do it too. He was going to enjoy having her. He returned his attention to her breasts, and began to knead and fondle them again, squeezing them beneath his large hands. Finally, he pinched her nipples once more, twisting them between his fingers, and this time she moaned submissively.



“Do you like that?” he asked her, a cruel smirk on his face as he did t again. “Do you enjoy having your nipples pinched by me?”

Elisabeta was silent, but as he did it once more, she gasped, and he laughed.

“Or would you perhaps prefer it if I worked your nipples with red hot pincers?” he said. “Or would you rather I just cut them off, andt hen worked on the stumps with a hot iron?”


Elisabeta couldn’t help it. She let out a cry of alarm at this, and tried to pull away from him. But the men who were holding her arms held her firm, as the cruel ruler of Romania twisted her nipples and laughed again.


“Would you like to see what I do to my enemies?” he asked cruelly. “Would you like to have a tour of my dungeons?” In these cells, you might also meet some of your friends again; they are currently being interrogated by my most brutal torturers.



She shook her head desperately, but the sadist just laughed again, and once more pinched her nipples, and squeezed them, causing her to cry out in pain.

This time, however, out of desperation, or in the hope that he would lose his temper and kill her, she suddenly spat in his face.

The Sultan’s eyes narrowed angrily, and his face darkened, as the men holding her arms both looked on, unsure of what to do, as their master wiped the spittle from his cheek, with his sleeve.

“I see you still have a spark of defiance in you,” he said cruelly. “A spark which I shall enjoy extinguishing.”


The beautiful young queen just glared at him, her face flushed, but her eyes full of hatred, and defiance.

“You will learn to obey me, you stupid girl,” he told her. “And you will learn your place, as my whore. And, if you don’t, I will have you tortured, and then killed.”

Elisabeta said nothing, and just glared back at him, even as he reached up and slapped her across the face.

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Elisabeta, prisoner of the Sultan part 2

“Hmmmm,”said the Sultan. “Not bad at all.” He got up from his throne and came down the steps to the girl, then reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands.

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Elisabeta’s face flushed red with embarrassment, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her beg for mercy. Instead, she just bowed her head and remained perfectly still, as the new ruler of her country groped her.

He played with her breasts for a few moments, weighing them in his hands and squeezing the soft, creamy white flesh, before pinching her nipples between his fingers.

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She winced at this, but still didn’t cry out. The Sultan smiled cruelly, and then moved his hands to her back, running them down the length of her spine, then back up again. She was a beautiful girl,and her skin was as smooth and unblemished as silk, but it was the fire in her eyes that really attracted him to her. He loved the idea of breaking such a beautiful young woman, with so much spirit in her. And he would do it too. He was going to enjoy having her. He returned his attention to her breasts, and began to knead and fondle them again, squeezing them beneath his large hands. Finally, he pinched her nipples once more, twisting them between his fingers, and this time she moaned submissively.



“Do you like that?” he asked her, a cruel smirk on his face as he did t again. “Do you enjoy having your nipples pinched by me?”

Elisabeta was silent, but as he did it once more, she gasped, and he laughed.

“Or would you perhaps prefer it if I worked your nipples with red hot pincers?” he said. “Or would you rather I just cut them off, andt hen worked on the stumps with a hot iron?”


Elisabeta couldn’t help it. She let out a cry of alarm at this, and tried to pull away from him. But the men who were holding her arms held her firm, as the cruel ruler of Romania twisted her nipples and laughed again.


“Would you like to see what I do to my enemies?” he asked cruelly. “Would you like to have a tour of my dungeons?” In these cells, you might also meet some of your friends again; they are currently being interrogated by my most brutal torturers.



She shook her head desperately, but the sadist just laughed again, and once more pinched her nipples, and squeezed them, causing her to cry out in pain.

This time, however, out of desperation, or in the hope that he would lose his temper and kill her, she suddenly spat in his face.

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The Sultan’s eyes narrowed angrily, and his face darkened, as the men holding her arms both looked on, unsure of what to do, as their master wiped the spittle from his cheek, with his sleeve.

“I see you still have a spark of defiance in you,” he said cruelly. “A spark which I shall enjoy extinguishing.”


The beautiful young queen just glared at him, her face flushed, but her eyes full of hatred, and defiance.

“You will learn to obey me, you stupid girl,” he told her. “And you will learn your place, as my whore. And, if you don’t, I will have you tortured, and then killed.”

Elisabeta said nothing, and just glared back at him, even as he reached up and slapped her across the face.

Nice narrative, and as you can see there is interest in your project. However, if you don't mind me saying so, there is a bit of a step back in continuity here. The upper part of her torn dress was removed in the last batch of pics, now it is suddenly there again.

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“Take the queen to the dungeons, but leave the elegant hairband, it's to emind me that I'm taking a queen when I take her hard.” he commanded his two servants, who dragged the young girl away to the underground chambers beneath the palace. “Prepare the whips and pincers and branding irons. I will personally deal with the punishment of this arrogant Christian.”


Sot he Sultan’s two servants grabbed her by the arms again, and dragged her through the huge, high ceilinged, stone chamber, then through a doorway, down a long dark corridor, and finally down a flight of steep, stone steps.

Elisabeta was repeatedly subjected to the advances of her tormentors. Sometimes she was pinched on the bottom when she walked too slowly, then another lout would pull on her pink nipples, causing her to moan repeatedly, which the men acknowledged with all sorts of crude comments.


They reached the bottom of the steps, and she found herself in a long underground corridor, with cells on either side. It was cold down here, and damp, and she could hear the screams and sobs of other prisoners coming from within the cells they were passing.


Finally,the men stopped at one of the cells and pulled her round to face the small, barred peephole in the door, so she could see what was going on inside. And what she saw made her scream out in horror.


Chained to the wall of the small, bare room was one of her long-time servants, and confidantes, Anja. The young woman was naked, and her hands and feet were chained to an iron ring that was fixed into the wall behind her.

Anja was from far away Africa, and her skin was dark brown, but even inthe poor light of the dungeon, she could see the bruises and cuts onher body. She had worked for the royal family for ten years, and was only a few years younger than the Queen, but now here she was, a prisoner of the cruel Sultan, and being tortured by his henchmen.

The sight of Anja’s naked body was horrifying enough, but when she saw what was happening to her, she screamed out even louder.


In the corner of the room, a rough looking black man, who she assumed was one of the Sultan’s torturers, was walking towards the naked girl, with some small, metal pair of pliers in his hand.


Anja was screaming too now, pleading with him not to use the pliers on her again, but he didn’t listen to her, and instead grabbed her breast and used the pliers to pull and twist her large, dark nipples. Anja cried out loudly, her whole body jerking in its chains, as she felt the searing pain of the pliers being used on her.

Elisabeta tried to turn away from the horrifying sight, but the two men behind her held her still, making her keep her eyes fixed on the scene of horror in front of her.