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Jucundus: Worst of the worst

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jucundus said:
An older scene; I don't think I have posted it on cruxforums yet (have I?). A brief moment of respite after killing her tormentors. But alas, her victory may only be temporary, and such actions will surely get this slave girl crucified. Unless she manages to escape.

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As always I kinda hope she does escape. I'll hide her! :)
Fab image!
 
jucundus said:
An older scene; I don't think I have posted it on cruxforums yet (have I?). A brief moment of respite after killing her tormentors. But alas, her victory may only be temporary, and such actions will surely get this slave girl crucified. Unless she manages to escape.

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Sometimes it's interesting to see a victim suddenly fight back for a change. But I suspect that this woman will very much regret doing this later :roto2rie:
 
Yes indeed, a great piece of work. It's much fun to imagine what tortures await her for such a crime, because in our world she has no chance to escape her fate.

As always, thank you for posting another incredible image.
 
jucundus said:
An older scene; I don't think I have posted it on cruxforums yet (have I?). A brief moment of respite after killing her tormentors. But alas, her victory may only be temporary, and such actions will surely get this slave girl crucified. Unless she manages to escape.
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I seen this one previously on DA, and there's good story behind this scene by other user (forgot the name). I'm glad this pic finally got here.
 
jucundus said:
This forum is really special because so many people actually tell me when they like my pictures. I am happy about all the "likes" I get, but nothing beats actual feedback. Thank you so much for your comments! (I actually also like image 2 better, that was why I revised the other one in the first place).


I don't remember all the details, I did the first image almost a year ago. It was really tricky, Stable Diffusion really does not like to make impaling pics without template images. I think I tricked it by referring to pole dancing, that is why the first version had a metal pole. But the majority of the work is always post-processing, like inpainting and photoshop.


I have a fantasy that involves girls sucking cocks to avoid foot torture (I have posted these pictures already on VOD, but they might be new for some of you).

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This is superb. Thank you for sharing.
 
Back in the day, Arcas in my opinion did the best work, followed closely by Quoom. Even then, with the crude nature of rendering, it was possible to forsee the kind of work which would be generated in time. But time has passed and today Jucundus is first rank. The quality and subject matter of the imagery are beyond compare; and the willingness to do original work, and homage to earlier artists, is appreciated.
 
jucundus said:
I just finished a lengthy tutorial about making AI images here and felt a bit drained. So I went down into my dungeon to listen to some music.


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Jenny's heart pounded in her ears as she stared down at her feet, trapped in the cruel pillory, the cold metal biting into her ankles. Panic rose in her throat, threatening to choke her, as she watched Jucundus stoop down and place a small glowing brazier beneath her dainty toes. She recoiled instinctively, but there was nowhere to flee. As the fire caught hold, Jenny's eyes widened in horror. The flames leapt up, licking greedily at the air, as if reaching for her soft, unprotected soles. She screamed, a sound that ripped through the dungeon like a banshee's wail, the agony already unbearable. Her toes curled and flexed wildly, straining against the unyielding wood of the pillory as if begging to escape the growing heat.

Jenny felt the first searing kiss of the flames against her skin, and her body convulsed, arching against her bonds. She thrashed and wrenched, trying desperately to pull her feet away from the inferno, but the pillory held fast. Tears streamed down her face, cutting tracks through the grime and soot that clung to her skin. As the flames climbed higher, Jenny's skin began to change color. The delicate pink of her soles, once so soft and unblemished, darkened to a mottled red. The heat was intense, searing, like a thousand needles of fire stabbing into her flesh. She could feel the skin tightening, the blood vessels swelling as her body fought to cool itself.

But the pain only grew worse, building to a crescendo that threatened to shatter her sanity. Jenny's screams reached a new pitch of desperation, the sound raw and inhuman in her own ears. She could feel the skin of her soles beginning to blister, the fluid-filled sacs rising like buboes on a plague victim. Jenny was dimly aware of the warmth spreading between her thighs, the acrid stench of urine mingling with the stink of burning flesh. In her agony, she had lost control of her bladder, the liquid trickling down her legs to pool on the cold stone floor. The ragged skirt she wore, once white and pristine, was now stained and foul. Jenny's mind began to haze over, the pain driving her to the brink of madness. She could feel the skin of her toes, once so soft and supple, now crackling and splitting like embers in a fire. The blisters burst, spewing their meager contents onto the hungry flames, sizzling and popping obscenely.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore!" Jenny screamed, her voice breaking, the sound barely recognizable as human. Her blonde curls, once so bright and lively, now hung in greasy, matted clumps around her face, the golden hue dulled by the grime and sweat of her ordeal. She could see the cruel amusement in Jucundus's eyes as he watched her suffer, his lips curled in a wicked grin beneath his greyish brown cape. The sight of her naked breasts heaving with each agonized breath, the tears and snot smeared across her face, only seemed to delight him more.

The pain in her soles was indescribable, a searing, all-consuming hell that robbed her of all reason. It felt as though her feet were being ripped apart, the flesh flayed from the bone, the bones themselves turning to ash. She could feel the heat, the unimaginable, unbearable heat, eating away at her very essence. Jenny's body convulsed violently as she thrashed and wrenched against her bonds, her arms straining above her head, the muscles seizing and trembling. The wooden pole behind her bit into her back, the rough grain scratching and scraping against her sweat-slicked skin.

As her toes curled and flexed grotesquely, Jenny could feel the skin of her soles beginning to peel away, flakes of blackened, charred flesh drifting down to feed the insatiable flames. The pain was blinding, all-consuming, a red haze that clouded her vision and stole her breath. Through the fog of agony, Jenny could hear Jucundus's laughter, a dark, mocking sound that echoed through the dungeon like the tolling of a funeral bell. She wanted to beg him to stop, to plead for mercy, but the words died in her throat, choked off by the screams that ripped through her raw, abused vocal cords.

There was no escape, no respite from the torment. Jenny was trapped in a living hell.
 
prtn said:
By following that tutorial will I be able to create images as fantastic and realistic as yours @jucundus ?:clapping:
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The answer is? maybe!
jucundus said:
I just finished a lengthy tutorial about making AI images here and felt a bit drained. So I went down into my dungeon to listen to some music.


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Mr. Jucundus, you have proven yourself to be a master again.

The quality of the works has increased even more after the editing in Ai! Thank you for explaining some things to me.

And I must say that this is probably one of the truly terrifying methods of torture. You have a beautiful imagination!
 
MandySicko said:
Jenny's heart pounded in her ears as she stared down at her feet, trapped in the cruel pillory, the cold metal biting into her ankles. Panic rose in her throat, threatening to choke her, as she watched Jucundus stoop down and place a small glowing brazier beneath her dainty toes. She recoiled instinctively, but there was nowhere to flee. As the fire caught hold, Jenny's eyes widened in horror. The flames leapt up, licking greedily at the air, as if reaching for her soft, unprotected soles. She screamed, a sound that ripped through the dungeon like a banshee's wail, the agony already unbearable. Her toes curled and flexed wildly, straining against the unyielding wood of the pillory as if begging to escape the growing heat.

Jenny felt the first searing kiss of the flames against her skin, and her body convulsed, arching against her bonds. She thrashed and wrenched, trying desperately to pull her feet away from the inferno, but the pillory held fast. Tears streamed down her face, cutting tracks through the grime and soot that clung to her skin. As the flames climbed higher, Jenny's skin began to change color. The delicate pink of her soles, once so soft and unblemished, darkened to a mottled red. The heat was intense, searing, like a thousand needles of fire stabbing into her flesh. She could feel the skin tightening, the blood vessels swelling as her body fought to cool itself.

But the pain only grew worse, building to a crescendo that threatened to shatter her sanity. Jenny's screams reached a new pitch of desperation, the sound raw and inhuman in her own ears. She could feel the skin of her soles beginning to blister, the fluid-filled sacs rising like buboes on a plague victim. Jenny was dimly aware of the warmth spreading between her thighs, the acrid stench of urine mingling with the stink of burning flesh. In her agony, she had lost control of her bladder, the liquid trickling down her legs to pool on the cold stone floor. The ragged skirt she wore, once white and pristine, was now stained and foul. Jenny's mind began to haze over, the pain driving her to the brink of madness. She could feel the skin of her toes, once so soft and supple, now crackling and splitting like embers in a fire. The blisters burst, spewing their meager contents onto the hungry flames, sizzling and popping obscenely.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore!" Jenny screamed, her voice breaking, the sound barely recognizable as human. Her blonde curls, once so bright and lively, now hung in greasy, matted clumps around her face, the golden hue dulled by the grime and sweat of her ordeal. She could see the cruel amusement in Jucundus's eyes as he watched her suffer, his lips curled in a wicked grin beneath his greyish brown cape. The sight of her naked breasts heaving with each agonized breath, the tears and snot smeared across her face, only seemed to delight him more.

The pain in her soles was indescribable, a searing, all-consuming hell that robbed her of all reason. It felt as though her feet were being ripped apart, the flesh flayed from the bone, the bones themselves turning to ash. She could feel the heat, the unimaginable, unbearable heat, eating away at her very essence. Jenny's body convulsed violently as she thrashed and wrenched against her bonds, her arms straining above her head, the muscles seizing and trembling. The wooden pole behind her bit into her back, the rough grain scratching and scraping against her sweat-slicked skin.

As her toes curled and flexed grotesquely, Jenny could feel the skin of her soles beginning to peel away, flakes of blackened, charred flesh drifting down to feed the insatiable flames. The pain was blinding, all-consuming, a red haze that clouded her vision and stole her breath. Through the fog of agony, Jenny could hear Jucundus's laughter, a dark, mocking sound that echoed through the dungeon like the tolling of a funeral bell. She wanted to beg him to stop, to plead for mercy, but the words died in her throat, choked off by the screams that ripped through her raw, abused vocal cords.

There was no escape, no respite from the torment. Jenny was trapped in a living hell.
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If they keep her roasting like that she'll likely never walk again--if she lives. Pity. Much too attractive of a girl to be permanently disabled.

Oh, they'll probably just kill her once they get the info they want.
 
jucundus said:
I just finished a lengthy tutorial about making AI images here and felt a bit drained. So I went down into my dungeon to listen to some music.


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Such lovely music to my ears!! I could almost hear the sizzling grease and bursting blisters on the cracking skins of her soles in between her breathes, that is if she manages to catch any.... I always like it when my pretty little bird enjoys it as much as I do... this little sparrow is getting wet all over her body... Well to be fair, she's not the first one to piss herself, the raven-haired girl next door cried and... moaned and... pissed a pond on the floor, after just a few rounds of "fire and iron" on her petite feet. I only wished that cute little raven's beak can open as wide as this blonde beauty's mouth. A pity, she couldn't even swallow half of mine. My assistants... well... they almost had to make cuts on her lips. What can I say, they were promised rewards for their hard labour after all. Not that I like to complain, but running a dungeon can be hard work, no less than draining at times to say the least. So let's sit and relax, put the bird on the right tune, loosen our pants and enjoy a lively afternoon!
 
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