mark sessnatz's Deviated Artworks

[mark sessnatz]

For Sale 3



"Our suppliers have spent the last six weeks scouring the territory to bring you, as always, the finest merchandise available! Whether you need hard labor, household help, hospitality *wink* or anything else under the sun, we've got a body for you! Who will start the bidding?"

 

[mark sessnatz]

This one got you banned? You had more extreme stuff

I'm actually guessing. It was the last one I had posted before the account got nuked.

 

[bicot]

Perfect whip marks, perfect handling of the colors, as always.

Wonderfull whip marks so real

 

[steph2000]

So, like our friend Willie J I've been posting some digital artworks with accompanying stories to a Deviantart page, which has now been moderated out of existence. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I've already posted quite a few of these over here, but I rather liked having them all in one place, so I thought I'd give them their own dedicated thread going forward.

I'll start with the one that got me banned:

Fortress 1

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Rashmi, the servant girl, had embarrassed the Master by being late to serve his dinner guests. Because he was merciful, he merely reprimanded her, but he set a steward to keep an eye on her.

When it happened again, the steward reported finding her hiding behind the chapel, praying to her heathen gods. His patience at an end, he ordered that Rashmi be put to the whipping post immediately.

Omg I love these! The 2 girls barefoot walking together are like Megan and Ruth. Xxx

 

[steph2000]

She looks like dungeon material to me.
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My imagining of Megan. Xxx

 

[steph2000]

Quarry 6

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They never knew each other before the quarry; before the Empire annexed their villages and foreclosed on their lives. One had been a loyal and happy homemaker and had tried to smuggle her husband away in the night when the Imperial army conscripted him. One had been a merchant's daughter, her betrothed murdered by the invaders, and had burned her dowry when one of his killers attempted to court her.

Both had been arrested, and sentenced to the most punishing drudgery available. Now they were simply blunt tools servicing the Imperial machine. And they were all each other had.

Love this xxx

 

[bicot]

I love the bloody whip marks on the right buttock and her beautifull face

 

[Weaklander]

Messaline 1 - 2

Very nice series. Hope to see the part 3 with her whip-ravaged back in full view

 

[jucundus]

 

[Whippingginga]

So, like our friend Willie J I've been posting some digital artworks with accompanying stories to a Deviantart page, which has now been moderated out of existence. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. I've already posted quite a few of these over here, but I rather liked having them all in one place, so I thought I'd give them their own dedicated thread going forward.

I'll start with the one that got me banned:

Fortress 1

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Rashmi, the servant girl, had embarrassed the Master by being late to serve his dinner guests. Because he was merciful, he merely reprimanded her, but he set a steward to keep an eye on her.

When it happened again, the steward reported finding her hiding behind the chapel, praying to her heathen gods. His patience at an end, he ordered that Rashmi be put to the whipping post immediately.

I can imagine the clack of the whip and her screams, echoing through the forteress... the image seems alive!

 

[bicot]

I can imagine the clack of the whip and her screams, echoing through the forteress... the image seems alive!

very nice whip maks as allways

 

[The Beast]

very nice whip maks as allways

Yes, Mark knows how to flog woman perfectly.

 

[mark sessnatz]

Plantation 6
The slave girl was caught using a patch of soil near the hemp fields to plant her own garden. Her mistress pleaded on her behalf, but the Lord of the estate would not tolerate unauthorized use of his land. He had the garden razed and the girl flogged bloody.

 

[thecuriousone]

Plantation 6
The slave girl was caught using a patch of soil near the hemp fields to plant her own garden. Her mistress pleaded on her behalf, but the Lord of the estate would not tolerate unauthorized use of his land. He had the garden razed and the girl flogged bloody.

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I like the expression on her face, but the ropes on her wrist lead nowhere. A bit of editing would do this image good.

 

[mark sessnatz]

I like the expression on her face, but the ropes on her wrist lead nowhere. A bit of editing would do this image good.

 

[thecuriousone]

Th

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Upgraded from a good image to an excellent image. Great!

 

[Loinclothslave]

Better!

 

[mark sessnatz]

A Different Approach



"Don't you dare lie to me, whelp!"

Cook's palm struck Anja's face with alarming force from a frail old arm. Anja reeled back, her cheek stinging hot

"I'm sorry, Cook," she whimpered, rubbing her swollen face.

"Don't insult me!" The old maid barked. "That's the third time I've caught ye pinching matches from Sir's pantry!"

"I'm sorry ma'am," Anja pleaded. "It just gets so cold at night in the-"

"I'll not hear it! If any body 'sides myself catches ye thieving, that's me hide on the line much as yours. I'll not have it yet hear? Ye'll take your due punishment and we'll speak no more of it!" Cook rapped her birch cane on the counter top.

Anja sighed and began to lower her threadbare dress, baring her shoulders for the familiar ritual of a beating. But Cook stopped her.

"Not this time! Clearly a regular whippin' ain't getting through to ye! Get up on the table, on yer knees now! It'll have to be somethin different if ye're to learn!"

Shakily, Anja crawled up onto the tabletop and and sat on her knees. Cook grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped it back to expose the soles of Anja's cold bare feet.

Her stomach lurched at the realization. She had seen slaves punished this way before. Their screams echoed in her ears as Cook hovered her fearsome stick over Anja's vulnerable soles.

"Now hold still, child, and think on why ye deserve this!"

 

[mark sessnatz]

Tropical Plantation 8



Lady Muriel of the Ssnatzwood Plantation was apoplectic with rage upon discovering a wretched field hand lying in bed with one of her favorite stable boys. It was the inviolable law of the estate that the boy servants were for the pleasure and utility of the Mistress exclusively. The wretched girl pleaded pitifully with the Lady that she "loved" the young stud "terribly." It was a truly distasteful scene.

On Lady Muriel's orders, the slave girl was seized up and lashed securely to the blood-soaked sycamore that loomed over the grounds. Her meager rag of a dress was torn violently apart from neck to waist. The Mistress then handed the black, oiled hippo-hide whip to the unfortunate stable boy himself, with the instruction to lay on two dozen lashes of the wicked instrument across his lover's naked and cringing back.

There was, after all, a vital hierarchy to be maintained.

 

[Loinclothslave]

Tropical Plantation 8

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Lady Muriel of the Ssnatzwood Plantation was apoplectic with rage upon discovering a wretched field hand lying in bed with one of her favorite stable boys. It was the inviolable law of the estate that the boy servants were for the pleasure and utility of the Mistress exclusively. The wretched girl pleaded pitifully with the Lady that she "loved" the young stud "terribly." It was a truly distasteful scene.

On Lady Muriel's orders, the slave girl was seized up and lashed securely to the blood-soaked sycamore that loomed over the grounds. Her meager rag of a dress was torn violently apart from neck to waist. The Mistress then handed the black, oiled hippo-hide whip to the unfortunate stable boy himself, with the instruction to lay on two dozen lashes of the wicked instrument across his lover's naked and cringing back.

There was, after all, a vital hierarchy to be maintained.

I trust the stable boy was whipped in turn? 4 dozen from Mistress herself?