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Arcimboldo
Magistrate
PIECEMEAL FASHION
Nina raved about her discovery with almost missionary zeal.
"This is really really good stuff! More than hallucinogenic. Different than 3D glasses. You can control it. You think of a scenario that fascinates you and you will slip into it.
Have you ever dreamed of flying like a bird? Swimming with dolphins? Competing with the rock divers of Acapulco?
Being a porn star or Tsarina Catherine? You can be anything and do anything you want. I asure you, it works perfectly."
Then she left me alone with her tiny little gift.
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I swallow the pill. On an empty stomach.
"It will take about 15 minutes for the effect to come," she said.
"Whatever fascinates you, just think of it and you will slip into it."
What has particularly fascinated me recently? I am a bit perplexed. I look around my messy room. My eyes fall on the trash magazine on the floor next to the couch. "Men's magazine". The front page announces a spectacular article. About the fate of captives in the hands of native tribes. Primarily about female captives. Of course illustrated. Lurid, but kind of fascinating...
I'm getting warm. Feel dazed. While lying down on the couch, I manage to take off my jeans and unbutton my white blouse. I'm surprised: My belly seems so flat, my waist is narrow, my breasts are more voluptuous and my blonde hair is fuller than ususal. I look like those tied up sex bombs on the cover page.
Then it flickers before my eyes...
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Not a single one of the warriors has missed the opportunity.
I feel the semen from my captors running down my thighs.
One of the braves grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. They drag me to the middle of their village, tie me to a wooden stake.
Several women come along. They would like to take part in the game.
They start mangling my ample breasts with their knives. For the time being they leave it to small carvings.
Nevertheless I am roaring in pain.
From any unknown reason they have left me my blouse. They knotted the fabric under my breasts. Perhaps as a kind of barrier?
Maybe they don't want the lower parts of my body disfigured by uncontrolled trickles of blood.
Yes, they want to spare that regions for later. Unspoiled.
Every now and then an arrow pierces my skin and the tribe enjoys my writhing.
But they are skilled and very careful not to end the game prematurely.
Then they place burning pieces of wood around the stake.
More and more.
I'm performing a frantic dance.
Trying to kick away the firewood.
In vain.
They never tire of pushing the glowing char back.
Blisters appear on the skin of my feet and lower legs...
I'm screaming my heart out.
Oh my God, stop that fucking nightmare!
What did Nina say about the duration?
How long does the trip last?
I realize that we never brought up this topic.
When does it end?
How does it end?
DOES IT END?
Nina raved about her discovery with almost missionary zeal.
"This is really really good stuff! More than hallucinogenic. Different than 3D glasses. You can control it. You think of a scenario that fascinates you and you will slip into it.
Have you ever dreamed of flying like a bird? Swimming with dolphins? Competing with the rock divers of Acapulco?
Being a porn star or Tsarina Catherine? You can be anything and do anything you want. I asure you, it works perfectly."
Then she left me alone with her tiny little gift.
************************************************************************
I swallow the pill. On an empty stomach.
"It will take about 15 minutes for the effect to come," she said.
"Whatever fascinates you, just think of it and you will slip into it."
What has particularly fascinated me recently? I am a bit perplexed. I look around my messy room. My eyes fall on the trash magazine on the floor next to the couch. "Men's magazine". The front page announces a spectacular article. About the fate of captives in the hands of native tribes. Primarily about female captives. Of course illustrated. Lurid, but kind of fascinating...
I'm getting warm. Feel dazed. While lying down on the couch, I manage to take off my jeans and unbutton my white blouse. I'm surprised: My belly seems so flat, my waist is narrow, my breasts are more voluptuous and my blonde hair is fuller than ususal. I look like those tied up sex bombs on the cover page.
Then it flickers before my eyes...
***********************************************************************
Not a single one of the warriors has missed the opportunity.
I feel the semen from my captors running down my thighs.
One of the braves grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. They drag me to the middle of their village, tie me to a wooden stake.
Several women come along. They would like to take part in the game.
They start mangling my ample breasts with their knives. For the time being they leave it to small carvings.
Nevertheless I am roaring in pain.
From any unknown reason they have left me my blouse. They knotted the fabric under my breasts. Perhaps as a kind of barrier?
Maybe they don't want the lower parts of my body disfigured by uncontrolled trickles of blood.
Yes, they want to spare that regions for later. Unspoiled.
Every now and then an arrow pierces my skin and the tribe enjoys my writhing.
But they are skilled and very careful not to end the game prematurely.
Then they place burning pieces of wood around the stake.
More and more.
I'm performing a frantic dance.
Trying to kick away the firewood.
In vain.
They never tire of pushing the glowing char back.
Blisters appear on the skin of my feet and lower legs...
I'm screaming my heart out.
Oh my God, stop that fucking nightmare!
What did Nina say about the duration?
How long does the trip last?
I realize that we never brought up this topic.
When does it end?
How does it end?
DOES IT END?
prtn
Governor
Nice hint keeping the modern-day blouse. The setup is plausible. Even in disgusting details you maintain and artist-erotic touch!
Loinclothslave
slave to the whip
@Arcimboldo
Stunning work, you spoil us again with such a detailed work and accompanying vignette! None too gory, yet believable damage from knives, arrows, and the flickering flames… A hint of eroticism on her facial expression, but also pain… and fear!
it’s getting hot here and I’m not talking about the fire!
Stunning work, you spoil us again with such a detailed work and accompanying vignette! None too gory, yet believable damage from knives, arrows, and the flickering flames… A hint of eroticism on her facial expression, but also pain… and fear!
it’s getting hot here and I’m not talking about the fire!
Arcimboldo
Magistrate
It's a nice encouragement to read your kind comments! Thank you very much!
Arcimboldo
Magistrate
Some more fireplay...
I am not really happy with this photomontage. A comparison with a picture from 2006 (similar topic and posture) shows that frontal lighting is unfavorable and takes away the plasticity of the object.
But I did't want to withhold you this little gimmick from you.
As always, comments are welcome!
I am not really happy with this photomontage. A comparison with a picture from 2006 (similar topic and posture) shows that frontal lighting is unfavorable and takes away the plasticity of the object.
But I did't want to withhold you this little gimmick from you.
As always, comments are welcome!
Pic 2 is an 'oh, shit' moment in extremes!!!
FrankO
Executioner
You've still got it, RC!
Crucified Life
Magistrate
The witch pic is nice. She looks all sexy from being sweaty there...so hot!!
Dafmads
Magistrate
Thank you, both pictures are great I.m.op.: I do not miss plasticity or depth in the first picture- but enjoy your ability to express the women’s fear, suffering and pain by their body- language and expression. Despite of the scene’s cruelty, you can lay a certain esthetics in them.
Thank you!!
wulf
God-Emperor
Well said, and I agree.
Arcimboldo
Magistrate
The rapid development of photorealistic image creation through AI has convinced me that the end of traditional photo manipulation has begun.
The great, incredibly productive @MICHELE PATRI has already drawn the conclusions and turned towards hyperrealism through AI technique.
I'm currently trying to go the opposite way. I deliberately compromised on realism in the following image by using a watercolor filter in Photoshop to highlight the artificial nature of the image.
PLATFORM
The girl was exhausted. Her face was pale, framed by dark hair. Her eyes seemed to stare into emptiness.
The journey through the city streets had been long and hard. But the breaks had been even worse than the walk itself - the breaks during which the crowd had mocked and abused her.
Stripes, bruises and abrasions covered her body. Her pubic area was singed. But she knew all of that was just a small foretaste.
That wooden platform had been built just for her. And everything that lay and stood here had been brought here just for her. She would soon be climbing the steps.
She had arrived. And she was expected...
The great, incredibly productive @MICHELE PATRI has already drawn the conclusions and turned towards hyperrealism through AI technique.
I'm currently trying to go the opposite way. I deliberately compromised on realism in the following image by using a watercolor filter in Photoshop to highlight the artificial nature of the image.
PLATFORM
The girl was exhausted. Her face was pale, framed by dark hair. Her eyes seemed to stare into emptiness.
The journey through the city streets had been long and hard. But the breaks had been even worse than the walk itself - the breaks during which the crowd had mocked and abused her.
Stripes, bruises and abrasions covered her body. Her pubic area was singed. But she knew all of that was just a small foretaste.
That wooden platform had been built just for her. And everything that lay and stood here had been brought here just for her. She would soon be climbing the steps.
She had arrived. And she was expected...
Arcimboldo
Magistrate
BTW, apparently I have a thing for stages and wooden platforms. I already worked on similar topics in 1998 and 2005 
Large audience garantueed for the exhibitionist girls!
Large audience garantueed for the exhibitionist girls!
Yes, mounting those steps with all eyes upon you is a critical moment, when shame and dread anticipation are heightened beyond anything that has occurred until thenBTW, apparently I have a thing for stages and wooden platforms. I already worked on similar topics in 1998 and 2005
Large audience garantueed for the exhibitionist girls!
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Stilet2
Governor
She is, of course, exhausted, but we can see in her eyes also anything else: her determination to brace herself, pull yourself together ... and put on a good show.
slowlytortured
Spectator
The Arcimboldo and his worthy successor, are some of my favorite pics on the web. AI is useful, even I can create pics. However, to lose the photoshop skills would be to lose the ability to create pictures that are more believable than most of the AI stuff here.
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
I loved this. I actually didn't realize anything about sex until I was out of high school. While other girls my age were going boy crazy I had no interest. I was shy, embarrassed about the changes in my maturing body and didn't equate the physical feelings I had with sex. I didn't even notice naked bodys when taking showers with other girls after gym class, Nieve beyond belief.
I did rub my hairless cunt on a pillow because it gave strange, pleasurable feelings. When my nipples got hard, I would pinch them because that felt good. I learned that sticking things in my hole like crayons and a hairbrush or my finger up my bum gave me sensations that went straight to a certain spot in my brain. But still I didn't feel that was sex.
I did feel guilt and fear that I might get caught by my very religious parents. When I got married my hole was not virgin, but my mind was. I hated what that nasty husband did to me and the things he made me do. He shared me with his drunken friends when he lost at poker.
I left his abuse and moved in with my friend from work and she introduced me to sex that was exciting but not disgusting. Eventually sex became my everything as she introduced me to a wild side I learned to crave.
This confession of sorts told my story, and I can really relate to you.
wulf
God-Emperor
I am sorry you had to experience abuse like that, but glad to hear you worked through it and life improved for you. I can also relate to your teenage experiences of guilt over your sexuality. Thank you for sharing.