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[frog]

With thanks to Lord Ludwig, our in-house literati for his tireless work with the text.

Text by Lord Ludwig (LL).
Inspired by a drawing by relahuoguo.

You have outdone yourself download/file.php?id=90467&mode=view, impressive. The text and the realhugo drawing are also very good. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks. To those interested - not many, I guess - I would add that the text has strong historical roots. Cangrande Della Scala really was Lord of Verona, the date and circumstances of his death are historical fact, as is his being succeded by his nephew, the 21 year old Mastino. And he really had several sons and daughters out of wedlock, among the latter a Margherita and a Lucia Cagnola.

Of course, that is where historical facts stop and GIMP fantasy starts. I have no idea if Margherita and Lucia were beautiful, plain or ugly; if they were friends or enemies. I do not know in what year they were born, or what happened to them when Cangrande died. Definitely, the lord of Verona would never, even in his wildest fever-induced dreams, have considered leaving his titles to a woman.

Nothing wrong with "improving" history with fiction. Most of the Inquisition scenes presented here didn't happen as portrayed, they are just feverish erotic fantasy. As to Cangrande, this brought back memories of a History of the Renaissance course I took centuries ago. Good choice of setting.

[doe.1971]

Infiltrator.

She was found inside the base taking pictures. She claimed she's a journalist.

The boys were not that easily fooled. Lacking proper restraining devices they used a forklift. The car shop was quickly converted into an European dungeon, like in the movies. Lacking proper whips they cut a length of a garden hose and start to apply it enthusiastically to the 'journalist'. Makee-learnee of the first order.

Waiting for the proper CI officer from HQ would have ruin all this fun.

[artur-ae]

Infiltrator.

She was found inside the base taking pictures. She claimed she's a journalist.

The boys were not that easily fooled. Lacking proper restraining devices they used a forklift. The car shop was quickly converted into an European dungeon, like in the movies. Lacking proper whips they cut a length of a garden hose and start to apply it enthusiastically to the 'journalist'. Makee-learnee of the first order.

Waiting for the proper CI officer from HQ would have ruin all this fun.

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The use of a garden hose as a whip substitute is well staged here. There is a coiled hose on the ground, the same type as the one the soldier is holding in his hand.
Hoses with fabric inserts are particularly well suited as whip substitutes. When you swing them over your head, you hear a loud, threatening hissing sound. I wouldn't want to be hit by a hose like that. Hoses from autogenous welding equipment are also very suitable.
The image fits very well with the accompanying narrative. Great.

[LoyalFan]

Infiltrator.

Beautiful work, my favorite type of scenario.

[wulf]

Infiltrator.

She was found inside the base taking pictures. She claimed she's a journalist.

The boys were not that easily fooled. Lacking proper restraining devices they used a forklift. The car shop was quickly converted into an European dungeon, like in the movies. Lacking proper whips they cut a length of a garden hose and start to apply it enthusiastically to the 'journalist'. Makee-learnee of the first order.

Waiting for the proper CI officer from HQ would have ruin all this fun.

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What a beautiful job on her stretched body, and I love the idea of the hose substitute for a whip. Bruising and deeper pain rather than cutting and flesh tearing. A very exciting picture JD, and thanks for sharing as always.

[frog]

download/file.php?id=91176&mode=view, good alternate use of the facilities and equipment. I have a penchant for rubber hose beatings, but, alas, they are hardly shown. Yours does plenty to fill in the void.

[doe.1971]

download/file.php?id=91176&mode=view, good alternate use of the facilities and equipment. I have a penchant for rubber hose beatings, but, alas, they are hardly shown. Yours does plenty to fill in the void.

Thanks, gents. Much appreciated.


The skinnier of the mining crews were often sent into narrow adits. Yen is considering the balance. In one hand, you work in a terribly cramped position. On the other, no overseer's whip. Hard to decide what's worse.

[doe.1971]

Philippa was among the last to receive her marks of infamy. The slavery rings. No public place, just a setup in the mine, far from any audience save a few of her former colleagues, now in no better situation than herself.



She's trying to be defiant but the screams of others when their nipples and vaginas were pierced by hot iron left no doubt in her mind about the incoming agony.



The procedure was done and the rings were crimped in place (see other panels with details in the arc if so interested).



Philippa was always very proud of her mammaries. She had the largest bust size in the whole Lodge. Even if ever rescued, she's wondering in the breasts will be ever as perky as before. Now they are dragged downward by heavy demeritium rings. A gift from Emhyr, no doubt.



Most of the newly minted slaves need to be assisted when walking back to their cells because of the shock of having 3 new holes burnt into their bodies, in some of the most sensitive spots. Philippa, despite her stoicism is welcoming the help, as she'll surely crash to the floor unassisted.