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Art said:
Sometimes I can't help it. I then try to recreate images of great photographers.
This time I have chosen 'Big Nude III - Paris -' by Helmut Newton.
I had my problems with the lighting. I didn't really understand how he illuminated the model. But somehow I achieved a satisfactory result for me and made my peace with the lighting.
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That is really nice, Art!

:goodjob:
 
Art said:
Sometimes I can't help it. I then try to recreate images of great photographers.
This time I have chosen 'Big Nude III - Paris -' by Helmut Newton.
I had my problems with the lighting. I didn't really understand how he illuminated the model. But somehow I achieved a satisfactory result for me and made my peace with the lighting.
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looks good to me!!!
 
Punished according to martial law.

Interrogator's monologue:

"You made your morale-crushing demonstration at the wrong time. You overlooked the fact that martial law has been declared for our nation.
I don't really want to know anything about you. What can you tell me. We in the Special Command 'Suppression of Unwelcome Demonstrations' have the unspoken mission to spread terror. We like to do that."

"You mean I'm a sadist?"
"Yes... that's right I am a self-confessed sadist!"

"I don't believe in psychological games...I want to hurt, very, very meanly hurt. You'll find that out over the next few hours."

"The beauty of martial law is that seeking relatives are always referred to the next highest authority. They even have to watch out that if they ask too much, they'll end up here with me themselves."

"Maybe soon your mother will be lying here on the table. Then I can say that I have experience in dealing with your family."

"So... the iron is really red-hot now... we can start right away... you must be impatient already."

"Oh I forgot...I'm a true democrat at heart!"

"You have a say... you get to pick which part of your skin of yours you want me to put the wonderful glowing iron on."

"After that, it's my turn... we want to be fair..."

"Then again you... me... you... me... ever going in that order..."

"You will see that the time will fly by."
 

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Art said:
Punished according to martial law.

Interrogator's monologue:

"You made your morale-crushing demonstration at the wrong time. You overlooked the fact that martial law has been declared for our nation.
I don't really want to know anything about you. What can you tell me. We in the Special Command 'Suppression of Unwelcome Demonstrations' have the unspoken mission to spread terror. We like to do that."

"You mean I'm a sadist?"
"Yes... that's right I am a self-confessed sadist!"

"I don't believe in psychological games...I want to hurt, very, very meanly hurt. You'll find that out over the next few hours."

"The beauty of martial law is that seeking relatives are always referred to the next highest authority. They even have to watch out that if they ask too much, they'll end up here with me themselves."

"Maybe soon your mother will be lying here on the table. Then I can say that I have experience in dealing with your family."

"So... the iron is really red-hot now... we can start right away... you must be impatient already."

"Oh I forgot...I'm a true democrat at heart!"

"You have a say... you get to pick which part of your skin of yours you want me to put the wonderful glowing iron on."

"After that, it's my turn... we want to be fair..."

"Then again you... me... you... me... ever going in that order..."

"You will see that the time will fly by."
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Torture for no reason. I love that theme.
Another beautiful piece of art, and thanks for sharing.
 
Art said:
Punished according to martial law.

Interrogator's monologue:

"You made your morale-crushing demonstration at the wrong time. You overlooked the fact that martial law has been declared for our nation.
I don't really want to know anything about you. What can you tell me. We in the Special Command 'Suppression of Unwelcome Demonstrations' have the unspoken mission to spread terror. We like to do that."

"You mean I'm a sadist?"
"Yes... that's right I am a self-confessed sadist!"

"I don't believe in psychological games...I want to hurt, very, very meanly hurt. You'll find that out over the next few hours."

"The beauty of martial law is that seeking relatives are always referred to the next highest authority. They even have to watch out that if they ask too much, they'll end up here with me themselves."

"Maybe soon your mother will be lying here on the table. Then I can say that I have experience in dealing with your family."

"So... the iron is really red-hot now... we can start right away... you must be impatient already."

"Oh I forgot...I'm a true democrat at heart!"

"You have a say... you get to pick which part of your skin of yours you want me to put the wonderful glowing iron on."

"After that, it's my turn... we want to be fair..."

"Then again you... me... you... me... ever going in that order..."

"You will see that the time will fly by."
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Nice work again, Art
 
Art said:
The new reality.

Come quietly closer.
Let us talk about the new media laws!!!
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Again the extra little details make all the difference imo. That overflowing ashtray is a great example of why your work stands out.
Btw, that ashtray reminds me of my old smoking days, and how much I do not miss smoking at all.:)
 
Does anyone here have pictures ( or links to stories ) about female lingchi execution ( Wang Nangxian, Zhou Xiuying, Tang Sai'er .. Etc ) ? Please send it to me. Thank you for advanced
 
Art said:
Punished according to martial law.

Interrogator's monologue:

"You made your morale-crushing demonstration at the wrong time. You overlooked the fact that martial law has been declared for our nation.
I don't really want to know anything about you. What can you tell me. We in the Special Command 'Suppression of Unwelcome Demonstrations' have the unspoken mission to spread terror. We like to do that."

"You mean I'm a sadist?"
"Yes... that's right I am a self-confessed sadist!"

"I don't believe in psychological games...I want to hurt, very, very meanly hurt. You'll find that out over the next few hours."

"The beauty of martial law is that seeking relatives are always referred to the next highest authority. They even have to watch out that if they ask too much, they'll end up here with me themselves."

"Maybe soon your mother will be lying here on the table. Then I can say that I have experience in dealing with your family."

"So... the iron is really red-hot now... we can start right away... you must be impatient already."

"Oh I forgot...I'm a true democrat at heart!"

"You have a say... you get to pick which part of your skin of yours you want me to put the wonderful glowing iron on."

"After that, it's my turn... we want to be fair..."

"Then again you... me... you... me... ever going in that order..."

"You will see that the time will fly by."
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I love that "pain face"!
 
Art said:
In the Torture Prison of ESMA.

A thirty-year-old German journalist went to Argentina in 1978 to attend the World Cup for her newspaper. She is supposed to interview wives of soccer players on the sidelines of the events.

She knows that she will not necessarily make a career out of these unimportant interviews. Also at home in Germany her orders become less and less.

Therefore she decides for herself something impossible. Something dangerous. Since Argentina has the reputation of a torture dictatorship, she wants to be arrested as a subversive student at a demonstration in order to report on it later as an investigative journalist. She keeps this a secret from all her colleagues. Her article about the dictatorship's torture methods is supposed to go off like a bomb and make her famous in one fell swoop.

In preparation, she dresses more youthfully, puts on nickel glasses and braids her long blond hair. She also doesn't use any makeup.

Thus disguised, she mingles with protesters who are demonstrating for more freedom and for the release of innocent prisoners. She also loudly chants socialist slogans. Nothing happens.

Disappointed, she makes her way home to the hotel after the demonstration. Halfway home, a neutral van stops next to her. People jump out, put a bag over her head and throw her into the van. Her hope of being arrested in public does not work out. No one knows what happened to her. No one has seen anything.

Already in the van she is stripped completely naked and raped several times. Then she realizes that she has a mistake in her concept. She has not reinsured herself. Nobody knows where she is. All her colleagues think she went shopping.

She is led with the sack over her head into a stuffy room smelling of blood and fear sweat and is fixed to a cold metal chair with hand and foot cuffs. Then the sack is removed from her head.

She faces two grim-looking men.

She immediately complains that she is completely naked and tied to a very cold metal chair.

The spokesman for the two smiles and says "That's not a problem...we'll change that right away."

His assistant laughs and lights a viscous flammable paste in a drawer under the chair.

Immediately, bright flames blaze under the metal seat. Within a short time, she notices that the seat is becoming unbearably hot. She screams and jumps up, noticing that she has little room to escape the heat because of the restraints.

She stands in a completely cramped position over the now glowing metal plate and screams in pain "I am a German journalist and insist that my embassy be notified. This will have serious consequences for them."

The spokesman says calmly, "Now sit down, you're standing there all tensed up. You can talk about everything calmly."
"Besides, you don't have any identification papers with you... for me you are a dirty little subversive socialist! You are a parasite in our state!"
"If anyone has to fear consequences it's you!!!"

He looks to his assistant.
"Ohh... you're totally digging the blonde. I'll make you a deal...we'll leave her here and go have breakfast first. After that, she'll have a good pre-warmed ass. I'll leave you alone with her for a while."

"But after that we'll interrogate her with all our might - the alleged German journalist!"

"If she really is one, she has a lot to report - in the survival case."

Laughing, the two men leave the interrogation room, leaving the screaming journalist or subversive student in front of the glowing chair.
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I love that "pain face", I can´t help it. A nice pain face turns me on, stupid me.
 
Art said:
Girl on Grill

"You should think about talking".

"She didn't want to talk to me. As you can hear now, she is shouting that she wants to talk to me. She should have thought about that earlier. I have my pride too. Now I don't want to hear from her!"

"Soldier... push the fire pot more under her dirty cunt!" I want to see boiling pussy juice!"

"Well... I'm listening... do you want to talk to me?"

"Yaa... Yaa... right now!"

The interrogator is silently thinking, "You can tell me whatever you want... ha ha ... you're going on the grill too. The boss is coming later, he wants to fuck you first... then he wants to hear your screams. He likes women who are intelligent."
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OMG, that "pain face"!
 
Art said:
Your turn now.

I dared to do something different for a change. A picture completely without women. Only men. You can see six men, four of them are completely naked.
It deals, how can it be otherwise, of dictatorships in South America in the seventies.

Additional comment:
In a forum a member (@boomerman) gave me links to pages of archives in which I can deepen my knowledge about this time in Latin America. I have only begun to sift through these extensive archives. Therefore, I remain neutral in the location of events in this picture and do not name nations, places or intelligence agencies. I would like to thank again @boomerman very much.

Story:

A young German is with very narrow purse on South America trip, he has just completed his education and wants to treat himself to a longer time out. In a larger city he is glad that he got a free place to sleep for little money in a kind of commune. They have a lot to tell each other and talked until late at night, sang, drank and smoked.

Perhaps after one or two hours of sleep, he is abruptly awakened by loud screams and stomping feet on the creaking wooden floor. He is not yet really lucid when he is already lying, bound and blindfolded, with his new acquaintances in the tightest of spaces in a stuffy box truck. Ten men. What he doesn't know is that all the men he was arrested with are wanted subversives.

After a short time, everyone is sitting on the rough concrete floor of an old house. All now completely naked and with hands tied behind their backs with bags over their heads or blindfolds. Anyone who talks is shouted at harshly and beaten with a wooden club.

Silence returns. Only the soft moaning of the beaten can be heard in the background.

An unpleasant voice shouts loudly, "Your turn now!" One of the men is kicked, pulled up and dragged away. A door slams shut and silence reigns again, interrupted by the loud talking behind that door.

The talking is interrupted by muffled and slapping blows on the prisoner's naked body. The man screams out his pain and despair, his torturers keep laughing and beating. Silence. Then suddenly a shrill overlapping never-ending scream. It gets louder and shriller...until it no longer sounds human.

A guard outside the door says to his buddy: "They're starting early with electricity today. I guess Chris is not a good person to be around today. Ha... ha... harr." Fear and panic spreads among the nine prisoners. You can feel and smell the fear. Sweat of fear...

The door is pushed open with a clatter. You hear grinding noises on the floor. Then another clapping kick, then the voice: "Your turn now!"

From voice to voice it took about half an hour.

After the sixth prisoner, the German is almost gently pulled up by rough, calloused hands and placed on his feet. Behind him he feels the presence of a man smelling of old sweat, fresh blood and ejaculate. His stomach almost turns. Fear shoots into his stomach. Then he hears very softly from the unpleasant, disgusting voice:

"Your turn now..."
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Some male victims, it´s only fair!
 
Art said:
Man at Work.

After that I kicking the German unconscious with a really brutal kick in his balls, the guys hung him up by his balls. As soon as he woke up the guys beat him brutally with chains, batons and whips and elicited inhuman screams from him.

::Shit... Shit... I'm already getting all wet in the crotch... hopefully the guys don't see that... what are they supposed to think of such a horny doctor...::

"Hey you, with the whip... hit him hard in his balls! Let's see if he thereby gives a few louder and shriller screams from himself. Maybe even a little jerky rocking. The eggs are not yet really swollen and blue".

::Did I really say that now? I did not even know that I am such a horny and sadistic bitch.::


Note:
With this picture ends my trilogy of the German who got into the clutches of a South American military dictatorship in the seventies.

With this project I have entered new territory. Also in the execution of the text I have tried something. Thoughts I have marked so in the text ::thoughts:: I hope that has been recognized.

I hope you liked it a little bit. And also hope that I have not irritated you too much with the deviation from my usual pictures.

Many greetings.
Artur
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Perfect!
Art said:
Man at Work.

After that I kicking the German unconscious with a really brutal kick in his balls, the guys hung him up by his balls. As soon as he woke up the guys beat him brutally with chains, batons and whips and elicited inhuman screams from him.

::Shit... Shit... I'm already getting all wet in the crotch... hopefully the guys don't see that... what are they supposed to think of such a horny doctor...::

"Hey you, with the whip... hit him hard in his balls! Let's see if he thereby gives a few louder and shriller screams from himself. Maybe even a little jerky rocking. The eggs are not yet really swollen and blue".

::Did I really say that now? I did not even know that I am such a horny and sadistic bitch.::


Note:
With this picture ends my trilogy of the German who got into the clutches of a South American military dictatorship in the seventies.

With this project I have entered new territory. Also in the execution of the text I have tried something. Thoughts I have marked so in the text ::thoughts:: I hope that has been recognized.

I hope you liked it a little bit. And also hope that I have not irritated you too much with the deviation from my usual pictures.

Many greetings.
Artur
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I love that!
 
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