Her Grave Captivity
Tied to a bit of funeral statuary in a graveyard with a pajama-wearing creep coming at you with a blade: this is not a good situation to be in!

Artwork is from the cover of Cappuccetto Rotto #30.
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Tied to a bit of funeral statuary in a graveyard with a pajama-wearing creep coming at you with a blade: this is not a good situation to be in!

Artwork is from the cover of Cappuccetto Rotto #30.
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I don’t think she really needs the leash and collar, she knows her duties this evening:

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This artwork is from the cover of a 1960s edition of The Collector by John Fowles. As sexual kidnap novels went, it was a bitter disappointment to my adolescent self; the protagonist was far too anguished about his misdeeds. But this cover, and similar ones from the era, were plenty eye-catching:

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Marica Hase told the men she didn’t like the taste of cum. “No cumming in my mouth” she said … and they promised they wouldn’t put a penis within six inches of her mouth.
They are assholes.
They kept their promise — technically. But with that bit gag in her mouth, when they ejaculate on it from a height, she can’t help tasting rather a lot:
Photos are from House of Taboo / DDF Network.
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When use of hands is prohibited, a properly well-run eating contest will require that the contestants’ hands are bound, usually with something rather twee, like handkerchiefs or very soft drapery-pull ropes. Does this not look like a well-run contest to you? Because it does to me:

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