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Hello.
In this picture we see the interrogation of a woman suspected of passing on classified information. The interrogation is taking place in a closed and dimly lit basement, from where no sounds or shouts will be heard.
The woman suspect is lying on a metal table. She is completely naked for interrogation, not only to allow full access to her innermost parts of her body, but also to humiliate her, to break her spirit. She is strapped to it, but not enough to secure her body tightly. Her legs are free, but it is useless; escape is impossible. She is alone, surrounded by enemies, and no one can help her.
Spyro even turns her head to the side to avoid looking at her tormentors. She can only hang on, endure the torture, feeling how with each electric shock she loses her strength.

The secret service agent (and executioner at the same time) approaches the interrogation with responsibility. She loves her job. Interrogating young, beautiful women whose atrocities threaten the well-being of the state and its citizens is not only a duty, but also a pleasure for her. The female agent has changed into a doctor's suit, not only for hygienic reasons, but also because she believes she is fighting various infections in this basement, one of which now lies on this table.
She knows that her art will help cure this spy of the "disease," no matter how much time she has to spend in this basement.

Do you think this poor spy has the strength to withstand interrogation?
What are your guesses? What do you think?
 
Endless hours of gratuitous violence.
Then why would this spy tell her tormentors everything if her suffering would not end, but would begin with renewed vigor? Wouldn't it be better for her to endure torture, straining her strength and will? True, her tormentors have a lot of free time and the night of interrogation and suffering is all ahead....
 
Then why would this spy tell her tormentors everything if her suffering would not end, but would begin with renewed vigor? Wouldn't it be better for her to endure torture, straining her strength and will? True, her tormentors have a lot of free time and the night of interrogation and suffering is all ahead....

The main problem is that when they talk, they hope that their torturers will have mercy and release them or, at least, eliminate them quickly.
It won't happen, especially if the victim is attractive.
 
Tell me, can you make your own version of this painting? This work is good, but your work is even better.

Thank you. I have been already tempted to do it in the past because I have always liked this image, (it's quite old judging from the quality of the render, but very well done).
I'm not totally sure, but it could be an early work by KristinF, one of my favorite 3D artists.
 
Thank you. I have been already tempted to do it in the past because I have always liked this image, (it's quite old judging from the quality of the render, but very well done).
I'm not totally sure, but it could be an early work by KristinF, one of my favorite 3D artists.
This is really ChristineF's work. An old work that ignites new emotions and thoughts.
 
Tortured by femal executioners
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Love No 3,
Is she an unfortunate victim facing her worst nightmare, or the ultimate masochist who thinks she`s died and gone to heaven?
She's definitely the latter. I'm pretty sure that's Dia Serva, who happens to be at the top of the list of my favorite subs.

In a perfect world I would be able to put her on the rack and play with her for several hours. :devil2:
 
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Arrested on false charges of spying, Barbara Moore had been sentenced to seven years imprisonment in this harsh prison. The presiding judge who passed sentence had tasked the Prison Warden that the Westerner be shewn no favours but treated as strictly as the law allowed.
Within the first few weeks of her incarceration, Moore`s natural rebelliousness and failure to curb her tongue had afforded the Warden the opportunity to prescribe a severe punishment.
Eighteen strokes of the regulation penal cane (female grade) across the bare buttocks was her verdict.
Barbara was subjected to a cursory, but humiliating, medical "examination" before been tightly secured naked to the punishment frame by her wrists and ankles, with a broad strap across her waist completely restricting her ability to move. Even before the first stroke, Moore was acutely aware of her shameful exposure with her anus and sex on display and the vulnerability of her naked buttocks.
The Warden had decided to administer this flogging personally, a task she was thoroughly enjoying, and although Barbara had taken the first four with a grunt and a toss of the head, now at the halfway stage all signs of resistance had faded, each successive stroke evoking a shrill despairing cry and the tears were flowing copiously.
Surveying the raw bruised flesh, the Warden was satisfied that with the final nine she would have drawn blood and have taught the prisoner a very valuable lesson.
 
Arrested on false charges of spying, Barbara Moore had been sentenced to seven years imprisonment in this harsh prison. The presiding judge who passed sentence had tasked the Prison Warden that the Westerner be shewn no favours but treated as strictly as the law allowed.
Within the first few weeks of her incarceration, Moore`s natural rebelliousness and failure to curb her tongue had afforded the Warden the opportunity to prescribe a severe punishment.
Eighteen strokes of the regulation penal cane (female grade) across the bare buttocks was her verdict.
Barbara was subjected to a cursory, but humiliating, medical "examination" before been tightly secured naked to the punishment frame by her wrists and ankles, with a broad strap across her waist completely restricting her ability to move. Even before the first stroke, Moore was acutely aware of her shameful exposure with her anus and sex on display and the vulnerability of her naked buttocks.
The Warden had decided to administer this flogging personally, a task she was thoroughly enjoying, and although Barbara had taken the first four with a grunt and a toss of the head, now at the halfway stage all signs of resistance had faded, each successive stroke evoking a shrill despairing cry and the tears were flowing copiously.
Surveying the raw bruised flesh, the Warden was satisfied that with the final nine she would have drawn blood and have taught the prisoner a very valuable lesson.
Barbs poor ass. :(
 
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