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[tanuno]

[Sadukas] The infamous imperial mines

The arrival at the mines	The meeting with the keeper
Under the Roman Empire, one of the worst punishments was being sent to the mines. At Las Medulas, in Hispania, gold was extracted in open-pit mines under extreme heat. It is in this dreadful environment that the young and beautiful Eulalia finds herself.

Cont.... [Sadukas] The infamous imperial mines 2

The infamous imperial mine

 

[tanuno]

[Sadukas] La planète morbide (The Morbid Planet)

Naked slave on a leash​

Ultaura whipped

Ultaura fucked

Ultaura in the city of Atanys	Two new slaves

The sale of slaves	Slaves take care of their masters

Slaves among themselves	Slaves fucked by their master

Slaves wait for their master's seed	Ultaura and Yenifer on their way to their destiny

The captives	Arrival at the farm

The cage scene	Yenifer ready to be whipped

Yenifer whipped​

Ultaura violated	Tormented Ultaura

The punishment of the two slaves continues	One is whipped and the other fucked

Ultaura taken in a new position	The final blow for Yenifer

A ceremony is being prepared	A vicious device

Ultaura shorn and quartered

Yenifer shaved and penetrated​

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Spoiler: I don't like the ending, but there you have it...

The monks with white hands	The captives climb onto the stake
The ceremony is coming to an end	The pyre is lit

The full story (300 images) is on the author's website.

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements - Teaser

[LmAnt] - Trading - 25​

"Arrangements" is the continuation of "Interview" and "Trading"

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Of course, it was too late now.
Quite obviously, in fact.

Nevertheless, I couldn't suppress my inner voice reproaching me again and again:
"You should have listened to them, Agent Clothels!"
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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 01

“You know what?” I hissed,
“I've had enough! You can all go fuck yourselves. I'm out of this shit!”
I don't know exactly what got into me at that second, but it burst out of me and I had no desire to take it back.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he replied, quite flabbergasted.
“How hard is that to understand?” I snapped at him.
“I've heard enough of all this rubbish...
Ayerton Frost wants me on his team? And the only person who doesn't know about it is me? How come I haven't got a message from him? Hasn't he been able to find out my number?”
I know I can sound pretty sarcastic when I want to. And that's what I wanted now.
“The only people involved who have given me trouble so far in this story have been... YOU, and I still don't know who you are....and I don't care.”
I sucked in a deep breath.
“Where's my stuff? I want to go! Now!”
He stared at me, dumbfounded, almost horrified
“You can't just...,” he began.
But I didn't let him finish:
“Let's see about that then,” I growled in a rather pathetic attempt to appear threatening to him.
“Am I trapped here....?”
“No,” he replied quickly, ”you're safe here!”
“I don't give a shit about your safety! Give me my stuff. Then I'll be on my way. Hopefully never to be seen again!”
“Hanna,” he tried again. He had caught himself and was surprisingly calm.
“You're getting yourself into big...”
And once again I interrupted him, also trying to sound a little calmer:
“I'm getting myself home. Nothing you say will change my mind. And if you want to stop me, then only by force, which would eventually answer all my questions.”
A short pause.
“So, where's my stuff?”
“I have no idea where your stuff is, you had nothing on you when you were brought here.... but you're crazy if you...”
He seemed surprised at himself for even responding to my question.
And once again I stopped him from speaking:
“I meant it. You're not going to change my mind.”
I turned towards the door.
“So I've got nothing left but a towel,” I realised.
“Just as well. It's not the first time I've made my way home after a night full of regrets.”
As I said, I can be quite sarcastic at times.

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 02

And that was really it.
Without another word, I stomped towards the front door, which I knew would be at the end of the corridor.
These flats were all laid out the same way.
And I had just reached the exit when I felt Sean's hand on my shoulder.
He was just touching me, not holding me, and immediately let go when I wheeled round to face him.
“Wait”, he pleaded.
“You can't go out on the road like that! You don't even know where you are!”
“And how long do you think it'll take me to figure that out? Leave me in peace!” I hissed indignantly.
“Listen,” he didn't let himself be put off.
“I'm not going to stop you. You're old enough to make decisions and bear the consequences. I'll even be relieved if I don't have to keep babysitting.”
I snorted
“Oh, that's what you call it!”
But again, he was not distracted.
“I have clothes that will fit you. And I'll give you enough money for a taxi home, okay?”
I blinked at him suspiciously.
“What do you want for it?” I wanted to know.
“Nothing,” he replied, rather coolly. And there was no addition or qualification afterwards.
“You get dressed, take the money and go your way. I've got one less problem on my hands. And that's it!”
“Okay,” I finally said, so as not to drag the whole thing out any longer.
And that's what we actually did!

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 03

And so, not much later, I found myself in a relatively busy street in the northern neighbourhood of my home town.
Sean had revealed to me that I had never left it.
And apart from a litany of warnings and a few more attempts to change my mind, he had also provided me with clothes that fitted far too well to have been at hand by chance.
But that didn't matter to me now.
The clothes were obviously new and unworn, and even the style was okay for me...apart from the mediocre quality of the leather on my new jacket.
I would have recognised my town immediately without Sean's hint.
I even knew the street I was walking on now, and instinctively knew I had about an hour's walk to my flat if I took my time.
I would save myself the money for the taxi.
For a few moments, I just stood at the edge of the pavement and took in my surroundings.
A strange mixture of familiarity and unreality surrounded me.
Like stepping out of the dark cinema into the light of the sun again after a very intense film experience.
It was surreal to step back into “normality” after my experiences of the last few days.
I also realised how I instinctively scanned my surroundings. How I scrutinised the passers-by.
And I noticed how my neck tensed up.
And I knew that this feeling - which had literally saved the necks of our forefathers and mothers ages ago - would not leave me so quickly.
Then I set off.
At the pace that was usual in the city when you had a few errands to run in the early afternoon.
A cop came towards me and I briefly thought about approaching him.
But I immediately realised how ridiculous anything I might have told him would sound.
And besides... could I have trusted him, as completely decent as he looked?
So I just gave him a friendly smile and went my way.
And for the rest of my walk there was happening ... nothing!
After a while, some of my tension even left me and the normality of my city seemed more real again.
Nevertheless, I was comparatively exhausted when I finally reached my flat.
Not for the first time, I was glad that the entrances were fitted with electronic combination locks.
I typed in the password that matched the date and time, waited for the moment it would take for the lights to switch on, and then I entered.

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[PBComics]

[PBComics] - Banquet - Spider Woman

Part 2 of "Trespassers Will Be Punished"

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 04
My first route took me to my wardrobe, where I got back into my own clothes for the first time in what I now knew was four days.
The next step was to take my spare phone out of the charger and check it for messages.
There were only a few, as most of my people assumed that I was working on a "challenging project" abroad and was difficult or impossible to reach.
The only important messages were from Andrea and Christian (*). They were on holiday and had informed me that they had arrived safely and that they had spontaneously extended their stay by a week.
However, I was expecting a call from them, as they, as my "landlords", had received a message that both the front door and my flat door had been opened.
Surely Andrea at least would want to know if I was okay.
So I took the phone into the kitchen where, over a glass of wine that I barely touched, I thought about what, and what not to do next
And because I had expected it to ring, I didn't flinch when the phone finally went off.
And I had the presence of mind to carefully pull my hand away when I saw that the caller ID had been suppressed.
I wanted to choose my next dialogue partners myself.
So, I let the voicemail pick up the call and was curious to see if someone would leave a message and if so, who it was.
In any case, it was obvious that this whole story was far from over.
I waited until the ringing stopped and realised that no message had been left.
Then I entered an individual reply message for Andrea and Christian and switched off the device.
I needed a bit of peace and quiet.
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(*) Andrea and Christian from "What if?"

 

[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 05
But I also realised that I couldn't just wait and drink tea.
The hidden caller shortly after I had activated the phone was too clear an indication that I was being monitored.
I also wanted to finally take the initiative again. I was tired of being pushed back and forth like a farmer's wife on a chessboard.
But what could I do?
I had no sensible idea.
I even briefly considered simply reporting back to the OITC as if nothing had happened.
But even if I only half believed Pezak's stories and those of the less secretive Sean, that seemed too naive and dangerous.
Should I contact Agent D?
Whose side was he on?
It bothered me that I was no longer sure.
It even hurt a little.
I needed help.
Help, from someone outside this whole affair.
Someone to help me put together the pieces of the puzzle I had.
The moment I realised this, I also knew who I would turn to.
And I would make my way to him immediately.
I wouldn't call first.
Too dangerous.
I also decided to change my appearance as best I could.
Though, I didn't have many options at hand.
A dress that I had never worn before and that didn't suit my style at all - one of those typical, spontaneous purchases that you make on a romantic holiday mood and that then gather dust in your wardrobe forever.
A hat. A terribly large pair of sunglasses.
Shoes that were bought to match the dress and were just as unworn.
That would have to do.
For obvious reasons, I left the phone behind.
I left the house through the back door, which led into the garden.
The garden in turn adjoined a small public park and after crossing it, I found myself in the busy pedestrian zone in the East-End
And I walked through it in such a grandly conspicuous manner that my camouflage would either work perfectly or not at all.

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[tanuno]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 06
After about an hour, I approached my destination.
It had taken longer than it would have under normal circumstances, as I had taken a few detours and made a few turns to either shake off any pursuers or at least identify them.
I hadn't been able to spot anyone, and was now reasonably sure that I wasn't being watched.
The station district where I now found myself had long since swapped its former prestige for a rather bad reputation.
Dodgy characters lurked around every corner, and minor and major, highly suspicious activities dominated the streets.
Nevertheless, some of the old buildings in the neighbourhood had retained their dignity and still bore witness to the former glory of the Promenade Mile.
I now approached one of these buildings cautiously.
I watched it until I was sure that it was not in the shade.
Then I climbed the steps to the front door and pressed the bell button next to the brass sign with the name of my destination:
Lucius Miller.
Lucius was a friend of my lawyer Christian (*) and occasionally helped him with complicated investigations.
He had also been able to obtain some important information during my own trial, which had helped in my defence in court.
He described such investigations, and even those of a far more delicate nature, as his passion and a way of keeping his extremely demanding brain happy.
He was by far the brightest and most alert mind I had ever met.
And I was very flattered that my acquaintance with him was based on mutual sympathy.
It only took a few moments for the door to open just wide enough to allow Lucius a glimpse outside.
The surprise that my visit must have been for him was barely noticeable, and only for a brief moment.
Then the somewhat melancholy seriousness that characterised him returned to his face.
“Miss Hanna!” He greeted me calmly. Then he stepped aside with a “Come in!” and locked the door behind me.
He must have realised that I wasn't dropping by for a coffee and a chat. Nevertheless, he escorted me without asking any questions until we reached his inner sanctum:
His living, working, and study room.
“Take a seat, Miss Hanna,” he asked me.
“I'll put on some tea.”
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(*) Christian from “What if?”

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 07
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[llermito]

[LmAnt] - Arrangements 04
My first route took me to my wardrobe, where I got back into my own clothes for the first time in what I now knew was four days.
The next step was to take my spare phone out of the charger and check it for messages.
There were only a few, as most of my people assumed that I was working on a "challenging project" abroad and was difficult or impossible to reach.
The only important messages were from Andrea and Christian (*). They were on holiday and had informed me that they had arrived safely and that they had spontaneously extended their stay by a week.
However, I was expecting a call from them, as they, as my "landlords", had received a message that both the front door and my flat door had been opened.
Surely Andrea at least would want to know if I was okay.
So I took the phone into the kitchen where, over a glass of wine that I barely touched, I thought about what, and what not to do next
And because I had expected it to ring, I didn't flinch when the phone finally went off.
And I had the presence of mind to carefully pull my hand away when I saw that the caller ID had been suppressed.
I wanted to choose my next dialogue partners myself.
So, I let the voicemail pick up the call and was curious to see if someone would leave a message and if so, who it was.
In any case, it was obvious that this whole story was far from over.
I waited until the ringing stopped and realised that no message had been left.
Then I entered an individual reply message for Andrea and Christian and switched off the device.
I needed a bit of peace and quiet.
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(*) Andrea and Christian from "What if?"

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[LmAnt] - Arrangements 06
After about an hour, I approached my destination.
It had taken longer than it would have under normal circumstances, as I had taken a few detours and made a few turns to either shake off any pursuers or at least identify them.
I hadn't been able to spot anyone, and was now reasonably sure that I wasn't being watched.
The station district where I now found myself had long since swapped its former prestige for a rather bad reputation.
Dodgy characters lurked around every corner, and minor and major, highly suspicious activities dominated the streets.
Nevertheless, some of the old buildings in the neighbourhood had retained their dignity and still bore witness to the former glory of the Promenade Mile.
I now approached one of these buildings cautiously.
I watched it until I was sure that it was not in the shade.
Then I climbed the steps to the front door and pressed the bell button next to the brass sign with the name of my destination:
Lucius Miller.
Lucius was a friend of my lawyer Christian (*) and occasionally helped him with complicated investigations.
He had also been able to obtain some important information during my own trial, which had helped in my defence in court.
He described such investigations, and even those of a far more delicate nature, as his passion and a way of keeping his extremely demanding brain happy.
He was by far the brightest and most alert mind I had ever met.
And I was very flattered that my acquaintance with him was based on mutual sympathy.
It only took a few moments for the door to open just wide enough to allow Lucius a glimpse outside.
The surprise that my visit must have been for him was barely noticeable, and only for a brief moment.
Then the somewhat melancholy seriousness that characterised him returned to his face.
“Miss Hanna!” He greeted me calmly. Then he stepped aside with a “Come in!” and locked the door behind me.
He must have realised that I wasn't dropping by for a coffee and a chat. Nevertheless, he escorted me without asking any questions until we reached his inner sanctum:
His living, working, and study room.
“Take a seat, Miss Hanna,” he asked me.
“I'll put on some tea.”
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(*) Christian from “What if?”

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Welcome back my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[PBComics]

[PBComics] - Sexecutioner - Spider Woman

 

[damm2o]

[SkatingJesus] - Andaroos Chronicles ch 14 - PDF format

That's all I have for now.

chapter 15 - 21 any updates ?

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 084/085/086 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 081/082/083 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi​

“Oh yeah - ah ha - oh yeah - ah ha!” Sang Biachi, in obnoxious celebration. “How the fuck did you get so good at darts, Biachi?” “Same way as you, sister - an ill spent youth, and an abundance of natural talent.”

“You’re so competitive, Tush.” Biachi observed. “You should try to lose with the dignity befitting a lady.” “Shut the fuck up, you bull dyke!” Said Lady Tushington, defiantly squinting her left eye in determined concentration.

“Aaagghhhhwwwwhh!” Screamed Gimpi, as darts flew in rapid succession from Tushi’s skilful fingertips.

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 087/088/089 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

“Now we have a game on, Tush.” Declared Biachi with relish. “And you say I’m the competitive one, whose dignity has fled them?” Said Tushi, snarkily. “There’s no one here besides this whimpering gimp to appreciate our deportment, and whatever she thinks of us doesn’t count for shit. Let your hair down and relax Tush, it’s only a game.”	Biachi’s darts flew and Gimpi’s cries of pain filled the games room. “Right in the twat!” Yelled biachi with delight, as her third dart found its sensitive mark.

“Oghhhhh!” Cried the dartboard, in anguish, as yet another yellow dart pierced the green band on her belly. “Aaaaghhhwwwch!” “Fuck it!” Yelled lady Tushington, clearly revealing her sense of impending defeat to her gloating opponent. “Sixty points in total, Tushi.” Declared Biachi in a mockingly disappointed tone.“You’re getting worse! Step aside and and let me show you how it’s done.”

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 090/091/092 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

“I’ll tell you what, Tush,” said Biachi, cheerfully, in what turned out to be a very magnanimous gesture, “From now on, I’ll only aim for her clit. That’ll give you a chance to catch me.” “Oh don’t do me any favours, Bitch!”

Biachi’s first dart landed painfully in the dartboard’s red painted pudenda, and she howled in her pain and misery. “And that, my dear friend, is how it’s done.” Said Biachi. “Only two darts needed for a possible victory.” She helpfully informed Tushi, who replied silently with an extended middle finger. At the mention of the possibility of her only having to endure two more darts, Gimpi began quietly rooting for Mistress Biachi.

“Rotate your hips up, Dartboard!” Commanded Mistress Biachi. “Let the birdie see that juicy little worm.” Gimpi obligingly thrust her shaking hips upwards and forward, submissively allowing her mistress a more vulnerable view of the target.

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 093/094/095 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi

“Aaaaaaghhhhhhh! Ohhhghhhh! Aaaawwwwhhhh!” Gimpi experienced the worst pain so far, as the blue dart thumped into the sensitive flesh just above her vaginal hood, and she felt the first tell-tail flutterings of an orgasm brewing like a rumbling volcano her loins. “Nearly there.” Said Biachi, biting her lip with highly focused concentration. “Just… a… little… bit… lower.”

“Show me that fat little clit, slave!” Commanded Mistress Biachi. “Good. Now… hold… it… perfectly… still…” Gimpi braced herself for Mistress Biachi’s third dart and prayed she would miss, while all the time wondering how on Earth she was able to hold so still, and why?	“YESSSSSS!” Roared Madam Biachi, in exalted victory. “NO FUCKING WAY!” Yelled Lady Tushington, with matching volume, and indignant disbelief. “THE BITCH WINS!” Biachi celebrated, before demanding her prize. “Strap it on tight, Loser! And get ready to fuck my vag' until it floods!”

 

[tanuno]

[Bazzell] Gimpi- 096/097/098 - Gimpi Meets Mistress Biachi - END

“Is this turning you on, Slave?” Enquired Biachi of her panting victim. The spectacle of the two lesbian doms did turn on Gimpi, and she felt the rumblings of another orgasm, but she did not respond, fearful of saying the wrong thing and further antagonising her Mistress. “Are you getting jealous, Gimp?” Asked Biachi, goading the girl further. “Well I’m sure mistress Tushie would fuck you, if you begged her very sweetly. Go on slave, beg her. Say: ‘Pretty please, fuck me, Mistress Tushie.’ ”

“You’re my cute little pain puppet, aren’t you, Gimp?” Asked Mistress Biachi of the girl, while spitefully massaging the darts into her breasts and causing them to move in her soft flesh. “You’re a darling little torture tart, aren’t you, eh? Cum for your mistress, Gimp. Cum for your domina, sweet slave. Oh god, if you were mine, what delicious tortures we would both enjoy.” “Ah huh.” Confirmed Gimpi, and she moaned in ecstasy as Lady Tushington redoubled her efforts behind her, brutally thrusting the strap-on dildo faster and deeper. “Oghhh, oghhhhhh! Ogghhhhhhhh!” “Listen to yourself, Biachi.” Said the breathless Tushi. “You’re going soft on this annoying little midget! There’s no point in getting too attached to her, you know Jack would never let you have her.” “Yes. More’s the pity.” She replied, with a sigh.

Gimpi stared adoringly up at her Master’s annoyed face. She felt safe once more in his strong arms and she was so happy to see how concerned he was for her. He had sent the two Doms off with a flee in their ears for playing far too roughly with her, and the cruel pair had chided him for being too soft headed over her. Gimpi’s heart swelled in her chest as she felt this glimpse of his love for her return for the first time in months. “You rescued me, Master.” She whispered, as he carried her down the long dungeon corridor that would lead them home. “You came back and you saved me from those horrible women.” “Of course I did, Gimp.” He replied, flatly. “You’re my property, and I don’t like my things being disrespected… Even by my friends.” Gimpi beamed a happy smile, and a contented warmth infused her whole body as she realised that she was finally winning him back. THE END

[Bazzell] Gimpi-099 Gimpi Meets Jack's Ex
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[damm2o]

This story is interesting, but it's heartbreaking to see the death's cruelty of the girl who stole an apple, she didn't deserve that. I hope that those who perpetrated her death will pay for this. By the way, I saw that the following chapters (ch. 7-20) are for VIPs. Is there any hope to see them here?

where can i find chapter 15-21

 

[tanuno]

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 38

[WillieMacJ] Red Stripes Town 37​

Despite the shocked looks on the faces of some of Top Hat's girls, Jake Slocum continued the flogging with unflagging gusto, targeting Kate's magnificently displayed breasts with relentless energy. Again and again he snapped the cruel whip across Kate's heaving, sweat-slick lust-melons, grunting with sadistic pleasure with every punishing stroke.