The reaching hand of a skulking villain in a church graveyard, illuminated only by the light of the moon gleaming off the shining breasts of a bound damsel: what could be pulpier than this?
Artwork is detail from the cover of Giovani D’Oggi #3.
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…and any man who objects! In public, as a lesson to them all. I think we’ll call it “public relations.”
Artist signature looks like “L. Conte” and the image is another from Par le Knout : La Flagellation des femmes en Pologne – une idylle policière en Pologne (1908).
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He’s got her tied between two trees, so apparently he’s got something more elaborate and fun in mind for her than just killing and eating her:
From the cover of Terror Gigante #110.
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The shoot is called Anal Revenge and Penny Pax looks very fetching as she’s taken from behind. But shouldn’t they both be worried about that creepy skeleton sneaking up on them?
From Sex and Submission, a Kink Unlimited channel.
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She’s tied to that chair with her hands up in an attitude of prayer, and indeed she looks like she might be praying for Mr. Mustaches to stop whipping her. But he’s just leaning in to gloat, and enjoy the frantic desperation in her face, before he returns to striping her impressive bottom. Pray for mercy, woman! But I do not think you’ll be getting much:
Artwork is from Flagellantes et flagellées: La flagellation, vice féminin (Paris, 1910) and is by Gaston Noury.
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I’m not sure what these buzzards (vultures? Dammit, Jim, I’m a sadist, not an ornithologist!) are doing here while their intended meals are still alive. I thought carrion birds were supposed to circle and wait for the hot desert winds and lack of water to make carrion out of women (and incidental background men) in peril? But I suppose it’s a fair tossup whether a random pulp cover artist or me knows less about the dining habits of large fantasy-art danger-birds:
Artwork is from the cover of a vintage All Man magazine.
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No peeking, Alex More! You can roll your eyes as hard left as they will roll, but you won’t get to see what’s for dinner until the boss is good and ready for you to see what’s for dinner! All you can do is guess, based on the little scritching noises it’s making on the floor of the little plastic box it’s in:
From Infernal Restraints.
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