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Thanks, I do try to make it not just a sequence of tortures, but a story with some twists.

Well, a sequence of (interesting and exciting) tortures is a pretty good starting point! But you're right, an engaging plot adds greatly to the enjoyment.
 
You can’t always stretch who you want (II)




And so, Merida, having decided that a life with crushed thumbs, unable to pull a bowstring ever again, was worse than dying at the stake, was released from the horse.

When the inquisitor was out of earshot, however, the baron said to her: “I cannot put YOU on the rack, but know that I’ll have another girl racked in your stead, and your cell will be close enough that you’ll hear her screaming all through the night!”

And then to his woodsman: “Gareth, who do we have in the dungeons, suitable for a little torture session tonight?”

“Let me see… there is Trissia, the wife of the butcher. Her husband accused her of infidelity. She’s a redhead too, and…”

“Too fat. I won’t risk my new rack to break under her weight”.

“What about Leia, the organist’s sister? She was accused of fornicating in the church”.

“Too ugly. But remind me to offer a boon to the man courageous enough to fuck her”.

“What about miss Maple? She is accused of having sold poisonous herbs as medical potions”.

“You are pulling my leg, right? She must be a hundred. Take that young blonde servant girl, Emily. I always wanted to have a better look at her assets”.

“But she is not accused of anything, my Lord”.

“Be creative, Gareth! Say you found stolen goods hidden in her sleeping cot. Or that she did not clean up well enough. Whatever. Stay horny, stay ghoulish!”.

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You can’t always stretch who you want (II)




And so, Merida, having decided that a life with crushed thumbs, unable to pull a bowstring ever again, was worse than dying at the stake, was released from the horse.

When the inquisitor was out of earshot, however, the baron said to her: “I cannot put YOU on the rack, but know that I’ll have another girl racked in your stead, and your cell will be close enough that you’ll hear her screaming all through the night!”

And then to his woodsman: “Gareth, who do we have in the dungeons, suitable for a little torture session tonight?”

“Let me see… there is Trissia, the wife of the butcher. Her husband accused her of infidelity. She’s a redhead too, and…”

“Too fat. I won’t risk my new rack to break under her weight”.

“What about Leia, the organist’s sister? She was accused of fornicating in the church”.

“Too ugly. But remind me to offer a boon to the man courageous enough to fuck her”.

“What about miss Maple? She is accused of having sold poisonous herbs as medical potions”.

“You are pulling my leg, right? She must be a hundred. Take that young blonde servant girl, Emily. I always wanted to have a better look at her assets”.

“But she is not accused of anything, my Lord”.

“Be creative, Gareth! Say you found stolen goods hidden in her sleeping cot. Or that she did not clean up well enough. Whatever. Stay horny, stay ghoulish!”.

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I'm loving the sense of humor you're injecting into the story.

And the rack image gets today's phallic trophy. :roto2gay:
 
You can’t always stretch who you want (III)



Merida found little peace during her last night. The thought of how the flames would sear her body would probably have been enough to keep her awake. But the agonized screams coming from the torture room were even more effective.

No matter how many times she told herself the suffering of the young girl, which the guards had made to pause in front of her cell while bringing her down in order to give Merida a good look at the frail, scared creature, was not of her doing, guilt still tormented her. Several times she had asked the monks, silently standing outside her cell door, to be taken to the baron, pleading to be allowed to take the place of Emily on the rack. She did not even elicit a reaction out of them.

Towards sunrise the screams had finally ceased. Had the baron finally had enough of torturing his surrogate victim? Or had the poor servant girl expired upon the rack? Anyway, a new rumor took over: a hammering from above. They were erecting her pyre in the square.

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I think by now a short explanation is needed. At this point, while producing the story (a week or six ago) I had a different view than JD about how to proceed. I, admirer of his work that I am, can never get enough of his torture scenes, and thus wanted to make it a classical grand tour of all sorts of medieval torture frolicking: branding irons, thumbscrews, strappado, spiked chairs... JD was growing fed up with the story and with torture scenes in particular (a passing moment of weakness, nothing to worry about). So we agreed to call it a day after the horse scene, and move to the conclusion of the story. However, having mentioned the rack in the text and having shown it in the pillory pics, ominously lurking in the background, I felt that a rack scene was mandatory. JD however was quite adamant (I - and I guess everyone here - still hope in the future he will make scene(s) with Merida on the rack). So I decided to surprise him with this indirect torture, recycling a few old works of him. I hope JD approves, and maybe will be delighted to see how his old works till get great public appraisal.

I should also add that story-wise he was right. The story I wrote, in the end, benefited from less torture debauchery and feels more balanced.
 
Well, I think it's a shame we won't see the lovely Merida stretched on the rack or spreadeagled on the cross for JD's usual excellent depictions of hot-iron torture and branding, and a good, strong whipping of her magnificent tits would have been equally fitting. Nevertheless, thank you both for an interesting and entertaining story and set of images. I look forward to the fiery finale. (Smilies not working again!)
 
I think by now a short explanation is needed. At this point, while producing the story (a week or six ago) I had a different view than JD about how to proceed. I, admirer of his work that I am, can never get enough of his torture scenes, and thus wanted to make it a classical grand tour of all sorts of medieval torture frolicking: branding irons, thumbscrews, strappado, spiked chairs... JD was growing fed up with the story and with torture scenes in particular (a passing moment of weakness, nothing to worry about). So we agreed to call it a day after the horse scene, and move to the conclusion of the story. However, having mentioned the rack in the text and having shown it in the pillory pics, ominously lurking in the background, I felt that a rack scene was mandatory. JD however was quite adamant (I - and I guess everyone here - still hope in the future he will make scene(s) with Merida on the rack). So I decided to surprise him with this indirect torture, recycling a few old works of him. I hope JD approves, and maybe will be delighted to see how his old works till get great public appraisal.

I should also add that story-wise he was right. The story I wrote, in the end, benefited from less torture debauchery and feels more balanced.
Ah, that explains the two different designs of rack
 
Well, I think it's a shame we won't see the lovely Merida stretched on the rack or spreadeagled on the cross for JD's usual excellent depictions of hot-iron torture and branding, and a good, strong whipping of her magnificent tits would have been equally fitting. Nevertheless, thank you both for an interesting and entertaining story and set of images. I look forward to the fiery finale. (Smilies not working again!)
I hope you won't feel disappointed. Not long to wait...
 
Light my pyre (I)




An hour or two later Merida received some bread and water, and a chance to meet a confessor. She took the food, but refused a confession, claiming she already had confessed more than enough. She was then lead to the square, still stark naked. I’ll never wear clothes again, was a thought that suddenly struck her.

Having climbed the stairs, just before entering the square, Gareth and the baron met her. “It is usual” said the baron “to strangle the condemned to burn at the stake in the cover of the smoke. But for you we arranged the haystack so that you will definitely have time to feel your feet and then your legs being consumed by the fire before the smoke will kill you. In a few minutes you’ll wish you were back in the torture room”.

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Light my pyre (II)

Merida did not deign him of an answer. She was taken to the stake, among a crowd that was strangely silent, not at all as hostile as she would have expected them to be towards a confessed witch. Maybe, she realized, they have heard about the torture inflicted upon innocent Emily. Maybe the baron is not exactly popular. But she also realized there was no hope of an uprising. A few hundred common people were no match for the scores of soldiers at the baron’s orders.

She was then tightly secured to the stake. Gareth advanced with a burning torch, teasingly held it before her face, and then started slowly lowering it to the haystack. Merida silently recommended her soul to those above, the Christian god or the Pagan ones she wasn’t sure…

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I'm aware that I may receive negative feedback from the Bats folks, but I do consider what is about to happen to Merida a waste of a good, torturable female. But I will stop short of making a formal complaint out of respect for others pyrotechnic desires.
 
My dear friends... There is a saying that goes "do not praise the day until it's night". Please do not condemn what is about to happen before you know what is about to happen.


... and by the way both multiquote and emoji's seem on strike.
 
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