Look, Dr. Nutbar, you are free to call your underground lair “la clinica della fertilità” until hell freezes over, but I know mad science when I see it. And when you spin up those flywheels and put 15,000 volts through this poor woman’s ovaries, I don’t think “fertility” is what you’re going to get. Obviously you don’t either, or else, why the shackles?
From the cover of a Jacula pulp.
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Accounts of gladiatorial combat in classical times seem mostly to focus on the life-and-death matters at hand, but we may be sure there was often plenty of captive female flesh on display in the arena at such times. Most historians seem to believe that the fleshy rewards of victory were mostly enjoyed once the gladiators were off duty and safely back in their pens and barracks, but if the games were about spectacle, you know there were plenty of scenes such as these:
From Edouard Suivi De La Reserve, by Georges Pichard.
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Here’s a truth for you: You wouldn’t want to get Marmite on your furry handcuffs. Nope nope nope!
Neatly and securely collared, leashed, and roped: if Kylie Page hoped to escape her fate, she’s fucked. Which, not at all coincidentally, is the fate in question:
The photographer is Dave Naz, and these photos of Kylie are from the May/June 2017 issue of Hustler’s Taboo magazine. (If you don’t have access to paper copies of this excellent publication, the complete digital edition, and more than 65 others going back to 2010, are available when you join the Hustler Network online.)
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This ferocious ape has turned the tables — wasn’t the cage supposed to be for him?
From the cover of a La Schiava fumetti comic.
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When it comes to tentacle sex and bondage, artist Faustie would appear to be a purist of the old school. The only thing lacking is explicit penetration, but surely that won’t be long now:
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