I just love the way this poor bondage girl looks like she’s patiently suffering the latest indignity:
This picture reminds me of a stupid joke somebody told me yesterday.
Stupid joke teller: “Y’know, it almost seems like there’s something in the air this spring, something that’s making all the girls get pregnant.”
Me, idly curious but not buying it: “You think? What could that be?”
Stupid joke teller, triumphant: “Their ankles!”
Taping a girl’s limbs so that she’s all elbows and knees is a great bondage objectification technique. You see some of the more sadistic “pet girl owner” types forcing their slave pets to crawl around on knees and elbows like that, which looks like it would hurt like murder. But in this taped girl gallery from Shadow Slaves, the tape is just used to keep her quiet for a spot of helpless pussy licking:
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When you betray a queen, sometimes the punishment is severe:
“She is under guard and awaits your decision, your majesty.”
The queen’s face relaxed, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. “If sex is to her liking, see to it that she is well punished and then send her into the underworld.”
He bowed and made a hasty retreat.
“Bring the wretch along,” he said to the guards, who promptly dragged the girl into a small, airless chamber. He ordered her to sit astride a stone phallus and the girl went wide-eyed. It was long and thick, not smooth like the real thing she now saw displayed from under his tunic, but with deep ridges and knobbles and ringed with a many pointed star fitted under the head. She swallowed hard and straddled the weapon, spreading her legs and slowly bending them at the knees.
“Must I suffer this?” she wept, feeling the tip nudging into her slit.
“It is the Queen’s wish,” he told her flatly, and placed his hands on her shoulders, exerting a strong downward pressure.
She sucked her breath as inch by inch the weapon filled her belly. Fully penetrated, she sat upright, keeping her balance, not daring to move. Inside her sex, the ridges and knobbles teased the delicate and tender petals. The pointed star rubbed against her vaginal walls. Already she was flushed with sexual arousal. The slightest movement of her hips and buttocks would have her on heat.
“Now ride,” Nefru ordered. “Ride it until you’re sore, and at the same time you can suck my cock.”
He saw no point in wasting such an opportunity. She was defenseless, with the guards now tying her hands behind her back, her slim legs thrown wide, her mouth open and there for the taking.
Nefru guided his cock into her mouth and placed his hands at the back of her head holding it rigid. A lash from the guard’s belt sent the girl into a steady rocking motion, bucking her bottom and digging her toes hard onto the stone flags. Riding faster now, the muscles in her calves and thighs hardened and flexed. Her bottom cheeks clenched from the huge weapon teasing her sex. Nefru closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of her warm wet mouth gliding up and down his shaft.
Soon the girl gasped for breath; half-choking on the organ stuffed deep in her throat, and inside her, the phallus was already doing its deadly work. Streams of love juice poured from her trembling sex and at its base, an artfully placed ridge was driving her to distraction, pushing hard on her swollen clit. Urged on by Nefru’s hands, her head bobbed faster over his cock and she felt its length suddenly harden. He thrust deeper and then suddenly erupted, filling her mouth and throat. She choked and coughed, unable to do anything but swallow the thick globules of sperm slithering into her belly.
“Please, I’ve had as much as I can take,” she wailed. “You’re going to take a lot more,” Nefru told her, wiping his cock head in her hair. “You’ll ride the weapon until your arse splits.”
From the book Temple of Darkness by Geoffrey Allen.
This looks to me to go all the way back to the “French Postcard” salon photography days, but it’s got everything: bad clothesline bondage, an extra girl with a whip (martinet, French, natch), and a grinning guy balls-deep in the model’s mouth who looks like a gay-dandy refugee from the musical theatre:
Stuff like this is why I pay good money for access to Usenet.
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Here’s another Grigbertz bondage drawing for your viewing pleasure. I’ve heard of dungeons that were dank, or damp, or even cold and wet with water trickling down the mossy stone walls. But this is ridiculous!
Somebody needs to complain to the Society For the Prevention of Cruelty to Imprisoned Cuties. No! Wait! What am I saying?
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In which Beauty, she of The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty, is made to observe the sexual training of slave princesses:
He led her on closer to the female slaves who were being worked in a different manner. Here Beauty saw a lovely red-haired Princess with her legs held apart by two Pages who with their hands massaged that little nodule between her legs. Her hips rose and fell; it was clear she could not control her own movement. She begged to be allowed peace, and just as her face flushed and it seemed she could not control herself, she was let alone, legs held apart so that she groaned miserably.
Another very lovely girl was being spanked and stroked at the same time by a Page who used his left hand between her legs to work her.
And to Beauty’s horror several were mounted on phalluses against the wall on which they worked themselves with wild contortions while the Pages in attendance wielded merciless paddles.
“You see each slave receives simple instructions. She is to work herself on the phallus until she achieves satisfaction. Only then will the paddling cease, no matter how sore she is. She soon learns to think of the paddle and pleasure as one in the same, and soon learns to achieve her pleasure in spite of the paddle. Or on command, I should say. Of course she shall seldom be allowed such satisfaction by her masters and mistresses.”
Beauty gazed at the row of struggling bodies. The girls’ hands were bound over their heads, their feet below. They had little room for moving on the leather phalluses. They twisted, trying to undulate as best they could, the inevitable tears spilling down their faces. Beauty felt pity for them, yet she so craved the phallus. She knew with deep shame it would not have taken her long to please the Page paddling her. As she watched the nearest Princess, a girl with red ringlets, she saw her finally achieve her goal, her face blood red, her whole body gone to violent quivering. The Page spanked her all the harder. She went limp finally as though too weary to feel shame, and the Page gave her a gentle approving pat and left her.
It’s true what the Hogtied.com marketing copy says: Berlin and her massive breasts are back!
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